Chapter 580: Chapter 580
With Ksitigarbha’s discovery, the Extreme North Land had already seen its first death.
Facing the siege of ten Quasi-Saints, even powerful figures like the Prison-Suppressing King had no choice but to run for their lives.
They realized from the start that continuing would lead to disaster, yet could not conceive of any way to break the deadlock.
Driven into a corner, their only option was to sacrifice one person to withstand the attack of ten Quasi-Saints, allowing the others a chance to escape.
"I am the strongest here; if I don’t strike the barrier, and you fail to break it, we’ll still meet our demise!"
"So no matter what, I cannot be the one to stay behind."
The Prison-Suppressing King, feeling the dwindling Demonic Qi within him, spoke to the other three.
King Taiyou nodded in agreement, and the other two did the same, feeling the logic in the Prison-Suppressing King’s words.
Yet the remaining three began to argue, each believing they should not be the one to stay behind.
At this moment, the Demon Clan’s selfishness was on full display.
Finally, the three at an impasse exchanged glances and nodded, coming to a decision all could accept.
With a loud crash, King Taiyou took a hit, then quickly moved himself out of the fray and appeared beside the Prison-Suppressing King.
After joining forces to block the assault from the Leader of the Tongtian Sect and Dark Cloud Immortal, Poxun also arrived, having taken a blow as the price for hurrying over.
Seeing seven or eight Quasi-Saints about to swarm them at any moment, Poxun and King Taiyou nodded at each other and simultaneously shouted, "Go!"
How could the Prison-Suppressing King not understand by now that the other three had abandoned him?
Without a doubt, these Quasi-Saints would soon converge upon him, making him their prime target.
However, just then, the situation changed again, as the Demon King, who should have escape despite severe injury, was unable to leave.
After being struck by the Nanming Li Fire, the Demon King’s speed was greatly reduced, preventing her from using the force of the attack to escape as planned. This moment of oversight allowed Phoenix and the others to advance fiercely on her.
The sky-blanketing wings blazed fiercely with fire, intent on burning the Demon King to ashes right there.
Under such an assault, the already badly injured body of the Demon King couldn’t hold on anymore; she spat out a mouthful of blood as her internal organs were burnt to nothing, plummeting to the ground like a severed kite.
In this kind of battlefield, sustaining such heavy injuries was no different from death.
In fact, that was precisely the case. Without giving Taiyou and the others any chance to rescue her, Phoenix swooped down, its feathers becoming as sharp as divine weapons, radiating heat waves that decapitated the Demon King.
The Demon King’s eyes bulged out, her Primordial Spirit not even having a chance to escape before being burned to nothingness by Nanming Li Fire.
It was at this moment that Ksitigarbha shouted out "Not good!" from within the Abyss of Darkness.
"Ksitigarbha, what’s happened?"
Lord Jiang, having never seen Ksitigarbha so flustered, hurriedly asked.
"Sages of the Three Realms are attacking the Far North, the Demon King has fallen!"
Ksitigarbha, after momentarily losing his composure, continued with an expressionless face: "I estimate that the Prison-Suppressing King and the others won’t last much longer either. We must go immediately; if they all die there, we might all be in danger!"
"Let’s go!" Lord Jiang also understood the gravity of the situation and without further ado, wrapped everyone up and left the Dark Demon Realm to head for the Extreme North Land.
The current situation was indeed dire; since the enemy had killed the Demon King, it meant the Prison-Suppressing King and the others were also in grave peril.
If all four of them died, only seven Demon Race Sages remained. To resist the Three Realms after that, the sheer numbers of the Three Realms’ Sages could wear them down to death.
"King Taiyou has also perished!"
Midway through their journey, Ksitigarbha spoke again.
"Hahaha, you lot! Thinking to abandon me? You’ve got your comeuppance now!"
The Prison-Suppressing King laughed loudly in the air, his chest completely caved in, his arms and legs wounded, and his life rapidly fading.
But seeing the Demon King and King Taiyou fallen before him, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Poxun’s expression turned ugly. Now, with the True One Jade Void, Shennong, Fuxi, and Zhu Long besieging him, the swirling Demonic Qi in him couldn’t hide the fact that it was growing thinner.
When the Demonic Qi ran out, even if he were unharmed, he would likely die of exhaustion.
Moreover, he too was severely injured. Having barely withstood the assault from three opponents, and having taken a direct hit in exchange for a slim chance at life, he had reached the end of his tether.
However, before he could completely despair, he already sensed an overwhelming surge of Demonic Qi quickly approaching from the Far North.
This gave Poxun some hope; he knew that Ksitigarbha had returned.
Wang Yang had been watching the battle; sensing Ksitigarbha’s aura, he immediately urged everyone to hasten their efforts.
All the Quasi-Saints inside the barrier nodded and intensified their attacks.
The Prison-Suppressing King, already suffering from heavy injuries, suddenly became riddled with openings as his wobbly frame could no longer stand firm.
From within the surge of Demonic Qi, Ksitigarbha’s roar echoed as a massive energy palm manifested out of thin air, ready to smash the barrier and rescue both the Prison-Suppressing King and Poxun.
Wang Yang took a step forward, and an energy palm rose from beneath, shattering the energy palm enveloped in Demonic Qi.