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

Chapter 114: Was it you who attracted the dragons?

Inside the gloomy yet luxurious palace of Ulia in the Demon Realm, the place was now like a vortex about to erupt into a storm, gathering all the high-level powerhouses of the Demon Realm.

The entire palace was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and eerie green flames burned on the walls, the flickering flames seeming to foreshadow the impending danger.

Above the palace's dome, a massive demon relief seemed to come alive, radiating a chilling aura.

The massive dimensional fluctuations and demonic legion mobilization on the side of Wu Jie could not possibly have escaped their notice.

For the increasingly barren Demon Realm, every inch of land seems to have been drained of its last bit of nutrients, and life energy is as scarce as a spring in the desert.

Each opening of a dimensional portal is like a grand festival, a rare feast of resources that allows one to obtain life energy.

The various demon lords were like hungry wolves, their eyes fixed on the soon-to-open passage, their gazes gleaming with greed.

At this very moment, not far from the passageway, chaos and noise were intertwined.

The other demon lords were gathered here with their demon legions, and a thick, pungent aura filled the air.

The murderous intent.

Alba, Baal, and several other demon lords are the strongest beings in the demon plane, comparable to the ultimate powerhouses in the human world, and represent the highest level of the demon plane.

We've had quite a few dealings with each other on a regular basis.

But at this moment, they looked at their colleagues with eyes full of hostility and vigilance.

They all understood that the other party shared the same goal: to get a share of the spoils after Wu Liao and his legion arrived, and to secure a scarce life resource for their own legion and subordinates.

This was like a rare feast of life, and every demon lord was unwilling to give up any opportunity.

"How come it was Wu Jun's key that opened the passage again this time? What a lucky guy!" Baal said indignantly as he stood there.

Its voice was deep and angry, like muffled thunder rolling in the air.

Baal was enormous, covered in black scales, with a pair of sharp horns on his head and eyes burning with rage.

Behind it was a group of demons of various shapes and sizes, some with wings and others with long tails, emitting deep roars.

Another figure chimed in sarcastically, "Hopefully, this time it won't be beaten back in disgrace like last time."

"Yes!"

It is Jetta, another demon lord from the demon plane. Although it is relatively small, it exudes a sinister aura. Its face is covered with wrinkles and its eyes gleam with cunning.

A group of little devils surrounded it, emitting sharp laughter.

Just then, Alba, who had remained silent all along, slowly spoke up: "It doesn't matter who opened it, I want 40% of the life energy this time!" Alba's voice was deep and majestic, and its eyes were deep and cold, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon hearing this, the others trembled slightly, their faces showing dissatisfaction and anger, but they only dared to rage inwardly and did not dare to show it.

Because Alba is the chief monarch, and his power is the strongest among them.

Although they were filled with resentment, they had no choice but to submit and could only secretly plot how to gain more benefits for themselves in this resource struggle.

At this moment, the passage in the distance began to shake violently, and a powerful energy fluctuation came from the passage.

Several demon lords were also puzzled. Based on past experience, it would take at least several days for Wu Jie to make any progress when he went to other planes. How could he have returned so quickly?

Just as they were puzzled, a strange and powerful aura, like a cold current, surged in from the other side of the dimensional passage.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the dimensional portal.

This person had a head of white hair that cascaded down to his shoulders like a waterfall. Under the shimmering light in the passageway, he exuded a mysterious aura, as if he were a natural superior.

Behind him, six pairs of black wings spread out, each feather shimmering with an eerie light, as if containing boundless power.

In his hand, he held a huge demon head, purple blood dripping from the severed head, splattering into flowers of blood on the ground at the entrance of the passage.

The demon lords' attention was instantly drawn to the scene. They stared wide-eyed, trying to make out the appearance of this mysterious human.

But when they finally saw the head clearly, the entire palace fell into a deathly silence.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the sound of dripping blood echoing in the air.

"Damn it!!!" Baal was the first to react, letting out a roar that echoed through the palace walls, filled with shock and rage.

Ulquiorra was a top-ranked powerhouse in the demon plane, possessing immense strength and rich combat experience, yet he had met a tragic end at the hands of this human, which Baal found unbelievable.

Baal stood up angrily, his body trembling violently with rage, his muscles bulging and radiating a powerful aura.

It loudly questioned the human man before it: "Who exactly are you?!"

However, Lucifer was not affected by Baal's imposing manner at all.

He looked around curiously, feeling the intense negative energy of the demon plane, which made him feel relaxed and comfortable. Then he focused his gaze on each demon lord, his eyes full of curiosity and exploration.

He clicked his tongue in amazement, a slight smirk playing on his lips, as if these demon lords before him were not worth his attention.

His arrogant attitude immediately angered Baal and the others, but before they could speak, they saw ripples appear in the dimensional portal.

Emerging from the dimensional portals this time were several spatial-type true dragons with powerful spatial attributes. They surrounded the dimensional portals, constantly using their innate and powerful control over space to reinforce them.

The moment after the several dimensional passages were stabilized, what emerged this time were not any living beings, but round metal objects with flames trailing behind them.

The major demon lords initially did not take these metal objects seriously.

Throughout their long history of warfare, they have witnessed countless bizarre and strange attack methods. These seemingly ordinary metal objects are nothing more than insignificant trinket in their eyes.

Baal curled its lip in disdain, its massive head displaying a pair of blood-red eyes filled with contempt as it muttered, "These things think they can hurt us? They're simply overestimating themselves."

The other demon lords echoed their cries, letting out low, mocking laughs that reverberated across the demon plane, as if proclaiming their power.

However, when the first metal object landed in their legion, the situation changed dramatically.

The moment the metal object touched the ground, it unleashed a destructive aura.

The powerful shockwave spread rapidly in all directions, and wherever it reached, the bodies of the low- and mid-level demons were easily torn to shreds like fragile paper dolls.

The blazing flames and acrid smoke spread, creating a terrifying scene of purgatory. The screams of demons rose and fell, like the wails of hell.

"Scatter!" The demons under his command reacted quickly, shouting at the top of their lungs, their voices filled with fear and despair.

But it was too late. The fixed-position soul-guided shells exploded one after another, each explosion like a small earthquake, shaking the ground violently.

The demon army was instantly thrown into chaos. Demons scattered and trampled each other, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

As Lucifer watched these scenes unfold, a smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Since Xu Ziqian mastered the manufacturing method of fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shells, the other clones have also been learning it, hoping to stockpile these powerful weapons in their own forces.

For Lucifer in Dragon Valley, it was not difficult to teach the newly born metal-attribute and earth-attribute true dragons how to make fixed-position soul-guided cannonballs.

In preparation for the upcoming great battle, the entire Dragon Valley plane has been stockpiling fixed-position soul-guided shells day and night, and none of these fixed-position soul-guided shells are lower than level seven.

Now, these shells have finally proven their power.

At this moment, many level-nine soul-guided cannonballs had also set their sights on the major demon lords. Sensing the terrifying destructive power below, they dared not be careless and quickly began to take off, moving away from their original positions.

But as the smoke gradually dissipated, they were horrified to discover that the demon army they had brought had already suffered heavy casualties.

The once orderly legion was now in ruins, with most of the low- and mid-level demons already dead or wounded, and even many of the great demons comparable to human titled Douluo had perished.

The demons' corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the earth red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

And on the sky and land where they stood before, a group of true dragons with ferocious appearances and terrifying auras were gathering!

"Dragons! Dragons!" The surviving great demons stared at the army with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

Their voices trembled, as if the two words carried endless fear and oppression.

Throughout the history of the Demon Realm, dragons have always been legendary beings, their power and mystery inspiring awe in the demons.

Now, these legendary creatures have appeared before our eyes, and with such a powerful aura and sheer number, even these demon lords feel unprecedented pressure.

Lucifer, abandoning his feigned modesty, declared to the great demon lords, "Your world now belongs to me!"

This sentence seemed to be a signal, instantly breaking the stalemate.

The Icewind Dragon launched the first attack; it resembled a moving iceberg, with its enormous wingspan reaching tens of meters.

As it flapped its wings forcefully, a biting wind howled out, as if the messenger of winter had arrived. The wind was like a knife, blowing the demons this way and that, many of them tumbling through the air, letting out terrified screams.

Some of the weaker demons were instantly frozen solid by the cold wind, turning into ice sculptures, and then shattered into countless small pieces under the influence of gravity.

The fire dragon followed closely behind, its body resembling a burning volcano, its scorching breath like a giant tongue of fire, engulfing the demons in raging flames.

Wherever the dragon's breath went, everything was set ablaze. The demons struggled in agony in the sea of ​​fire, their bodies scorched by the flames, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The fiery dragon continuously spewed its breath, completely tearing apart the demons' defenses and creating favorable conditions for subsequent attacks.

The Space Dragon appeared suddenly from the spatial folds like a ghost, its body light and agile, its sharp claws gleaming with cold light.

When it appeared among the demons, it was like a tiger among sheep, easily tearing the demons' bodies apart with its claws. Before the demons could react, their bodies were pierced by the claws of the Space Dragon, and blood splattered everywhere.

The spatial dragon moved freely among the demon horde, each attack taking a life and plunging the demons into extreme panic.

In the Douluo Continent, the most typical example of a soul beast race that can fight against opponents of higher levels is the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear race. It is said that the reason why a hundred-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear can fight a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast is because they are descendants of the ancient Behemoth race and have inherited a part of the Behemoth bloodline.

True Dragon-level Soul Beasts, capable of contending with and annihilating Behemoths in ancient times, are naturally far more powerful, each one far surpassing the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear of the same level.

True dragons possess powerful bloodline strength; their bodies have been tempered over countless years, giving them a resilient physique and immense power.

These remaining demon legions were repeatedly defeated by the true dragon's attacks. The demons let out desperate screams as their bodies gradually collapsed under the pressure of the dragon's might.

They attempted to mount a counterattack, but their attacks were so weak against these ancient overlords.

The magical attacks that were once a source of pride proved insignificant in the face of the true dragon's defenses, and physical attacks were utterly ineffective in penetrating its scales.

Even the screams before death sounded so faint under the cover of the dragon's roar, as if they were being swallowed up by this powerful force.

Even these normally bloodthirsty and evil demons, after watching their legionmates being slaughtered one by one, felt a rare sense of regret and fear.

The roars of the dragons and the screams of the demons mingled together, forming a tragic symphony.

Lucifer stood in the air above the battlefield, opposite several demon lords, silently watching everything unfold.

He knew that the outcome of the battle below was already decided.

The power of the dragons was so great that the demons were simply unable to resist them.

His plan with the Mountain Dragon King succeeded; he exploited the demons' greed and ambition, opening a passage between the two planes and luring them into the trap.

In this fierce battle, the palace became a battlefield.

At this moment, all they wanted was to revive the black, boiled head that had been thrown on the ground, and then yell at it: "Was it you who brought the dragons here?!"