Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

Chapter 113 Demon Invasion? Counter-Invasion!

But the impact of this event goes beyond what is visible on the surface.

Just like the undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface of a lake, in another corner of this seemingly peaceful Douluo Continent, some small changes are quietly taking place.

Dragon Valley, this mysterious and ancient place, has been transformed over the past few years by the Mountain Dragon King's avatar. It is no longer the same as before. Not only is there a rich dragon breath, but life has also returned to this world. Ancient trees stand tall, and huge rocks are scattered everywhere. Just by the powerful life force in the air, one can feel that this is another independent world.

At this moment, the Mountain Dragon King had just finished communicating with the will of the Douluo plane, and as they expected, Ah Yin was still alive.

Upon hearing the news, Lucifer, though somewhat disappointed, understood that while the outcome was not ideal, her serious injury had created sufficient conditions for their plan.

Just based on the fact that Ah Yin was blown up by a god-killing soul-guided cannonball while she was on the Golden Ancient Tree in the original work, and was able to be resurrected and reborn through that "Seed of Life", and even became the core of the plane's life for a time, we can know that she is not so easy to kill.

However, although Ah Yin didn't die, her situation wasn't as optimistic as in the original story. The reason for this was that the one who was trying to assassinate her was the chosen one of the native plane, selected by the will of the Douluo plane itself.

Harosa, this quasi-god-level powerhouse with the death attribute, is extremely effective against things with the life attribute.

With Tang Hao restrained by the will of the plane, he unleashed a full-force attack from the quasi-divine artifact Netherworld Chant, which possessed pure death attributes. This attack, imbued with the power of the Douluo plane, was too much for Ah Yin, who was still parasitizing the Golden Ancient Tree, to withstand. As a result, she was severely injured and forced into hibernation. At this moment, Tang Hao, a fierce protector of his wife, was healing Ah Yin.

This is exactly the result that the Mountain Dragon King and Lucifer wanted most. At this moment, Tang Hao, as the master of the plane, is already overwhelmed and has no time to attend to the affairs of the Douluo plane.

Under the cover of the plane's will, this was an excellent opportunity for Lucifer and the Mountain Dragon King.

The man and the dragon stared at each other, and at that moment they both understood that the time had come!

In an open space in Dragon Valley, Lucifer stood alone. He was no longer the white-haired boy he had been a few years ago; his figure had matured into that of a tall, slender young man.

Yet it is not thin; every inch of its body is full of power.

His face was still as handsome and otherworldly as ever, but he had long since shed the naivety of his youth. His shoulder-length white hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his bewitching red eyes were still captivating. Paired with his well-fitting black tailcoat, he was definitely a handsome man who could attract the world's admiration.

He was sitting here alone, surrounded by a faint light, and his soul power surged within him like a turbulent tide.

Judging from the surging and powerful fluctuations of soul power, it was clearly a sign that he was about to break through to level 90.

It is unknown how long he stayed, but finally his soul power fluctuations gradually stabilized.

But his body had already undergone a dramatic change. A jet-black angel halo appeared out of nowhere above his head, and pairs of angel wings covered with black feathers grew from his back.

Her snow-white hair swayed in the fluctuations of her soul power, and although her wine-red pupils were still captivating, her whole being was filled with negative emotions such as coldness, killing intent, and tyranny.

A dark purple halo lingered all around.

At the same time, a deep voice echoed in his mind: "Darkness will eventually descend, and only through depravity can one achieve freedom."

As the sound rang out, the ninth spirit ring took shape.

Upon hearing this voice, Lucifer was overjoyed.

It's done!

The spirit ring flashed for a moment, the light streaking across like lightning, and then the ninth spirit skill—Demon Gate—was activated!

A massive and mysterious array, centered on Lucifer, is slowly beginning to take shape.

In the void, beams of light intertwined like nimble threads, as if an invisible hand was meticulously outlining the formation.

These rays of light continuously converged and merged, eventually solidifying into a mysterious and powerful magic circle.

Within that deep purple mist, a massive door slowly emerged. This door soared into the clouds, seemingly connecting two different worlds. Its material appeared ancient and mysterious, its surface covered with strange runes and patterns, radiating a mysterious yet powerful aura.

"Click!" With a heavy, muffled sound, the Demon Gate opened.

Inside the door was pitch-black darkness, as deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and hope.

This darkness is also a passage to the demon dimension, like a giant black hole, attracting all unknown forces.

"Gagaga————" A sharp and piercing laugh came from inside the door, as if it were the mockery of a demon.

"What a vibrant and thriving plane!" another voice said smugly, its tone filled with greed and desire.

"Welcome your new master, the great demon wizard, Lord Blackie," the voice continued, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Descend, my demon army!" As Wu Jie's voice fell, the entire space seemed to be enveloped by a powerful force.

A powerful energy surge erupted in the space, and this force, like a surging tide, instantly replicated the Demon Gate to nine times.

The demon legion to which Wu Liao belonged, one after another, various kinds of demons, trampled out from the Demon Gate.

First to appear was a ferocious-looking hellhound, with a massive body, fur as hard as steel needles, eyes flashing with a fierce light, and teeth as sharp as knives. Every roar seemed capable of shattering one's soul.

Next came the demons, who resembled humans. They were tall and muscular, with cruel smiles on their faces, wielding various weapons and exuding a bloody aura.

There are also flying demons who are skilled at flying. They have huge wings that shimmer with eerie light, and they soar freely in the air, like the Grim Reaper of the sky.

The little demons riding the hellish black goats were not to be outdone. They were small in size, agile in movement, and carried various magical items in their hands, their eyes revealing cunning and evil.

These demons emerged from the Demon Gate in an orderly fashion, and in a very short time, a demon army of thirty thousand emerged. They surged out like a tide, filling the surrounding space.

At the very end of the procession were nine enormous demons.

They carried a luxurious palace out through the largest demon gate, causing the ground to tremble violently.

Above the palace, at the front of the terrace, stood a thin, skeletal demon.

He leaned on a jewel-encrusted staff, a weapon almost divine, and beneath his wizard robes, a pair of fiery eyes surveyed his proud demon army.

"The demonic army will conquer this world!"

Go!

With a wave of Xi Jinping's divine staff, the 30,000-strong demon legion roared in unison.

"Roar! Roar! Roar—"

Then, he looked at the key that opened the door standing in front of him.

"You did a great job."

"As the Demon Lord, I bestow upon you the highest honor."

"After conquering this plane, you will be my most loyal servant. Accept this honor, mortal!"

As it spoke, a purple light emanated from its fingertip, attempting to forcibly inject the so-called blessing into his body.

Even on Wu Jing's wrinkled face covered with evil runes, a smug smile involuntarily appeared, as if he could already see Lucifer submitting to his majesty and becoming his loyal henchman in his wanton rule over this plane.

However, the next moment was beyond his expectations. Lucifer, standing before him, did not accept this gift with the gratitude he had expected.

He simply gazed indifferently at the hideous demon before him with his wine-red eyes, which seemed to burn with flames.

A deep voice, filled with disdain, said, "Ha, foolish demon, you don't even realize you're about to die."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, as if he were looking at a clown who was about to die.

The voice was like a cold wind in the dead of winter, carrying a chilling cold that pierced straight into Wu Liao's ears.

Upon hearing Lucifer's words, Wu Jie's already ferocious face twisted instantly, and anger burned fiercely in his eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and the jewel-encrusted staff in his hand hummed with anger.

Just as he was about to fly into a rage and kill the insolent servant before him, deafening roars, like thunderclaps, echoed from the surrounding forest, abruptly interrupting his words.

Wu Liao was startled and quickly activated his powerful mental energy, spreading it outwards.

When his mental energy touched those beings hidden in the forest, his arrogant face instantly turned deathly pale.

To his astonishment, he discovered that countless powerful life forces had already gathered around them.

Sensing this familiar aura of soul power, it couldn't help but recall the great battle from over a decade ago: [Could it be that this key is once again a relative of those powerful humans?]

At this moment, those auras, like a surging tide, tightly surrounded them, leaving them no way to escape.

At this moment, Lucifer noticed the change in his expression and said calmly, "Come out and greet our guests!"

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With Lucifer's command.

The scents hidden in the forest no longer concealed their presence, as if they had received some kind of command.

After a violent shaking, the ancient trees fell to either side.

Figures emerged from the woods like ghosts, or stood on solid ground, their bodies massive and majestic.

Or it spreads its huge wings and flies in the azure sky.

Their sheer number was like a dark cloud that blotted out the sun, casting a shadow over the entire sky.

But when these figures in the forest actually appeared before Wu Liao, the scene before him filled him with extreme terror.

His eyes, blazing with fire, widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to swallow a fist.

He was astonished to discover that the roars did not come from ordinary soul beasts, nor from the power of those human experts.

Those exuding powerful auras were clearly extinct, powerful, and pure-blooded true dragon soul beasts.

One after another, enormous golden dragons covered in golden scales flew through the air, each scale shimmering with dazzling light. Their horns, like sharp swords, stood high on their heads, exuding a chilling aura.

There was also the agile ice dragon, its body covered in blue markings, surrounded by a layer of icy cold air, which seemed to freeze the air wherever it passed.

Even more so was the fire-type true dragon, its entire body ablaze with flames, each wisp of which resembled a blazing fire whip, dancing wildly in the air.

These True Dragon Soul Beasts are a true dragon army that Lucifer and the Mountain Dragon King continuously resurrected by using the remains of fallen dragons in the Dragon Valley plane and combining their research on the life power obtained from Devil Island!

Therefore, the current Dragon Valley sub-plane can rightfully be called Dragon Valley!

Wu Jie looked at the true dragon soul beasts in front of him. They were different from the soul beasts he had encountered before. They were arranged in a neat and orderly manner, like a well-trained army.

They were divided into different squares according to their different attributes and types.

Each formation was perfectly orderly, as if they had undergone countless training sessions.

Their eyes revealed determination and rage as they stared intently at Wu Liao and his demon army, as if they would rush forward and tear them to shreds at the slightest command.

Looking at the horde of dragons before him, Wu Jie cried out in utter horror, "No... impossible! The dragon race was wiped out long ago, how could there be so many here?!"

Unlike the demons under his command, the long years had given him not only increased strength, but also far more experience than others. He understood how powerful a true dragon was.

Once, the powerful beings of the Demon Realm had also come to this realm. Therefore, countless years ago, he had truly witnessed the era that belonged to the dragon race. Recalling those giant dragons that roamed the sky in his memory, with their sturdy scales, sharp teeth, and almost complete immunity to the control of their respective elements, each of them was the absolute strongest among their peers, and none of them were the most powerful creatures in the world, sweeping across various realms.

At that time, the dragons soared freely in the sky, their enormous bodies blotting out the sun, and each flap of their wings could stir up storms.

Dragons are the rulers of all planes, symbols of invincibility, and any being that dares to challenge them is ruthlessly crushed.

It was because of the destruction of the dragon race that they dared to begin coveting this rich plane.

Today, looking at this vast army of dragons before him, a thought involuntarily crossed his mind: "Could it be that the era of the dragons has returned?"

The thought of the days when the dragons ruled the land made his legs tremble uncontrollably, and an unprecedented fear welled up in his heart—a fear ingrained in his very blood.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have fallen into a carefully laid trap.

Lucifer stood atop a dragon's head, looking at the comical clown before him. He understood the fear in the clown, yet he simply said, "Welcome to our world."

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