Chapter 1495: The Nemesis of the Eternal Life Sacred Law

Notably, the senior disciple, the third senior disciple clad in black armor, and the aloof young woman were all present. They continued their relentless and brutal slaughter of the rampaging demonic beasts.

However, Xu Yang estimated that within roughly half an hour, over half of the thousands of young disciples from the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan would be dead or wounded.

Witnessing the tragic scene, Xiao Xiang, unable to bear it any longer, gently raised her hands and began forming hand seals in front of everyone.

Seeing her actions, a dozen leading disciples, her sisters, immediately followed suit. The powerful Longevity Human Spirit Sacred Art quickly took effect, and beams of life-filled light spread towards the battlefield below.

Feeling the assistance of the Path of Longevity from the Misty Rain Imperial Clan, the young cultivators of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan instantly regained their fierce combat strength and launched a powerful counterattack against the surrounding demonic tribes.

However, the enemy's numbers were simply overwhelming. More critically, with the arrival of the Longevity Sacred Art, a powerful aura suddenly emanated from the void above the battlefield. Everyone, including Xu Yang, focused their gaze on it, revealing an Eighth-Level Demon King!

Unlike the Ninth-Level Giant Snake Emperor, this Eighth-Level Demon King was not a demonic beast bound by a human soul, but a true creature of slaughter.

It's important to note that a pure beast soul, unbound by a human soul, rarely cultivates to the eighth level. Countless of its kin must have perished by its claws. In essence, it was a killing machine forged for the battlefield, and the only way to defeat it was to eradicate it.

“Hahahaha, I didn’t expect these little brats from the Misty Rain Imperial Clan to show up, attempting to provide life force replenishment for these Xuanyuan Imperial Clan scoundrels. You are truly too naive. Let this demon king show you the true terror of the Kunlun Abyss.”

As the demon king finished speaking, a completely black aura, its precise outline indistinguishable, burst outwards, followed by massive black lava flows that rapidly spread across the flat battlefield below.

This lava flow was essentially a liquid manifestation of earth-attributed power, possessing greater fluidity and viscosity than surging seawater. While it lacked the scorching heat of magma, any life form covered by it would be trapped as if in quicksand, unable to break free quickly, doomed to be slowly suffocated and immobilized.

Crucially, the emergence of this power was specifically designed to counteract the life-force restoration capabilities of the Longevity Sacred Art. Once severely wounded individuals had their bodies enveloped by this power, the Longevity Sacred Art would be unable to directly affect their physical forms. As a result, the power of the Misty Rain Imperial Clan maidens would be rendered useless, and the momentum of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan's young cultivators' powerful counterattack would be abruptly halted.

“Hahahaha, how do you like that? Little brats, allow this King to teach you a valuable lesson.”

As torrents of lava poured down, the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan's young generation, who had already suffered three to four hundred casualties, saw another one to two hundred trapped within the new flows. Fewer than three hundred young cultivators from the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan now remained capable of maintaining effective combat.

This count did not even include the young leaders who had previously encountered Xu Yang and his group. For them, the situation had become quite dire.

“Your Excellency, your power is immense. Please, I implore you to intervene personally, otherwise, with our strength alone, it will be difficult to turn the tide!”

Xiao Xiang's voice was remarkably gentle, clearly conveying a fervent plea for Xu Yang to personally lend his aid.

Xu Yang, seeing the young woman's melancholic expression, shook his head with a sigh.

“I had originally intended to teach them a lesson, but given the circumstances, I will intervene to help them overcome this calamity.”

As Xu Yang finished speaking, he stepped into the air, ascending as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm. He stood proudly in the void, calmly looking down at the Eighth-Level Demon King who was unleashing the torrent of lava.

“Who are you? There are hardly any male disciples of your caliber within the Misty Rain Imperial Clan, and you don't appear to be from the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan either. What exactly is your identity?”

Xu Yang scoffed, gazing down at the furious Eighth-Level Demon King. “Who am I? You are not worthy of knowing. Just understand this one thing: to appear before me as an adversary is the greatest catastrophe of your life.”

Behind Xu Yang, an immense and irresistible sword gleam rapidly condensed. The instant this dazzling sword light formed, the entire battlefield seemed to momentarily cease its offensive, stunned by the incredibly potent sword qi emanating from Xu Yang.

Even the top young cultivators of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, trapped below, were utterly dumbfounded. “It’s him again,” they thought, “fortunately, this time he isn't appearing as our enemy.”

The third senior disciple, clad in black battle armor, subtly wiped sweat from his brow. He was well aware that Xu Yang was unfathomably powerful.

During their previous encounters with Xu Yang, he had repeatedly tried to prevent his fellow disciples from engaging him in direct conflict.

Fortunately, this time Xu Yang had focused his terrifying power on the rampaging beast. The Eighth-Level Demon King had no idea that by sheer coincidence, he had stumbled upon an insurmountable opponent in Xu Yang.

As the immense sword gleam of the Eternal Sword Dao descended, the Eighth-Level Demon King naively began to condense its earth-attribute power, forming a formidable earth-attribute barrier, vainly attempting to block Xu Yang’s lethal Eternal Sword Gleam with its own strength.

Little did it know that the very essence of the Eternal Sword Gleam was the perfect embodiment of the word 'Eternal.' Unless Xu Yang consciously willed its dispersal, once manifested, this sword gleam would persist in the heavens and earth for millennia, never easily dissipating, and no power could dissipate Xu Yang's sword gleam. Only a power greater than its own could shatter the might of this sword. Inevitably, the sword pierced directly through the earth-attribute barrier, and in front of everyone, Xu Yang slew the Eighth-Level Demon King in a single strike.

At the same time, Long Kun and others, who were just arriving with the main force from the rear, witnessed this very scene. “Ah, haha, Boss,” Long Kun exclaimed, “that’s an Eighth-Level Demon King! Our points reserves are going to get a massive boost!”

“It’s merely an Eighth-Level Demon King,” scoffed the little cat on Ling Yao’s shoulder, “look how excited you all are.” The little cat scoffed with disdain, nearly earning itself a beating from Long Kun, who was tempted to grab its tail.

With the immediate demise of the Eighth-Level Demon King, the remaining multitude of demonic beasts also reacted similarly to the young cultivators earlier.

All the ferocious beasts appeared to be controlled by an unseen, terrifying power lurking in the background, rapidly converging towards a central point in an incredibly short time.

However, Xu Yang did not intervene further this time. He wanted to observe whether those young leaders, who had previously shown disdain for his team, possessed the capability to resolve this crisis.

With a thunderous boom, a terrifying light of engulfment erupted and rapidly spread through the crowd, instantly striking two of the four male and two female young leaders of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, obliterating them into nothingness on the spot.