After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Suddenly.

Ahead, shouts of battle could be heard.

Xu Ze looked up and saw a light flickering in the mist in the distance.

It was the light of magic, red and blue, all colors intertwined, like a silent fireworks display.

The shouts of battle grew closer and clearer, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

He quickened his pace, passed through the last patch of fog, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

It was a vast, desolate wasteland.

On the wasteland, there was a dark mass of monkey demons.

They were densely packed together, like a black ocean, surrounding dozens of cultivators from the Demon Slayer Alliance in the center.

The cultivators' formation had been broken, and they were fighting desperately in small groups, back to back.

But there were too many monkey demons; they couldn't possibly kill them all.

For every cultivator who fell, a dozen or so monkey demons would pounce on him, tearing him apart and devouring him.

The scene was exceptionally bloody and horrific.

At this moment, hundreds of corpses had already fallen on the wasteland.

Blood flowed into streams, meandering across the withered grass and turning the entire wasteland dark red.

Xu Ze stood at the edge of the wasteland, watching this scene.

His gaze passed over the two sides fighting and landed on the tall figure in the center of the battlefield.

"Demon King?"

That was a giant ape.

It stood ten zhang tall, with bulging muscles and covered in golden fur that shimmered in the dim light.

The monster's eyes were golden, with raging flames burning in its pupils.

He was also holding a black iron rod in his hand. The rod was about ten feet long and as thick as a bowl, and it was covered with fine patterns.

It is clearly a terrifying magical artifact.

"My lord, that being ranks above the Xuanwu King..."

Tao Yaoyao certainly recognized it.

Vajra King.

Ranked first among the twelve demon kings, he is the closest to the Emperor Realm.

At this moment, it is confronting a human cultivator.

The monk was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a thin face, but his eyes were very bright, as bright as two stars.

He held a long sword in his hand, its blade pure white, radiating a chilling aura, and surrounded by dense spiritual energy fluctuations.

Master of the Kung Fu Hall, True Lord of Divine Skills.

He is also one of the few 'Tribulation Transcending Stage' experts in the Demon Alliance.

The two had already exchanged blows countless times, leaving the ground riddled with craters and cracks.

The lingering shockwaves from the collision of spiritual and demonic power still lingered in the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Human, you're no good."

King Kong's voice was deep, as deep as thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

It wielded an iron rod, sweeping it out and creating a gust of wind.

Wherever the gale passed, the ground was ripped up, gravel was swirled up, and even the air was torn apart.

The head of the Kung Fu Hall gritted his teeth and endured it.

The moment the sword and staff clashed, a blinding white light erupted, causing the entire wasteland to tremble.

His body flew backward, tumbling several times in the air before landing on the ground. He took dozens of steps back before regaining his balance.

At this moment, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of this divine skill master's mouth, and his hand holding the sword trembled.

"Master!"

Zhou Yan rushed over and stood in front of him.

His long sword was dulled, and his body was covered in wounds, but his eyes remained sharp.

"Oh."

King Kong looked at Zhou Yan, a hint of disdain flashing in his golden pupils.

"A mere junior in the Nascent Soul stage dares to stand in my way?"

It raised the iron rod and swung it gently.

That seemingly casual strike contained an overwhelming force.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and he parried with his sword.

"clang--!"

With a loud bang, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

His knife broke in two; he held one piece in his hand and stuck the other in the ground not far away.

"Protector Zhou!"

Several young cultivators rushed over and helped him up.

Zhou Yan's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was disordered, but his eyes were still fixed on King Kong, filled with resentment.

This is the huge difference in their levels of understanding.

The opponent was at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, while I was only at the Integration stage.

Even a casual strike nearly shattered his soul, almost costing him his life.

“King Kong, I am your opponent.”

Divine Skill True Lord struggled to his feet and stood in front of Zhou Yan.

His robes were tattered and his body was covered in wounds, yet his back remained ramrod straight.

"You're bullying a junior, aren't you ashamed?"

King Kong lowered his head and looked at the human who was already covered in wounds.

A hint of appreciation flashed in its eyes, but more so, impatience.

"You are no longer a match for me."

"Step aside, and I will spare your life."

The Divine Skill Master smiled, but the smile was so calm.

Spare my life?

Even though he was already in a slump, he could still maintain a calm and composed expression.

"I have lived for tens of thousands of years and have never been spared by anyone."

He gripped the longsword tightly, and the coldness on the blade intensified.

In this regard.

King Kong shook his head; his patience was extremely limited.

"Then go die."

It raised the iron rod, and the rod began to glow.

The light was golden, the same color as its fur, dazzling and intense.

The patterns on the stick began to flow, like rivers being ignited, flowing from the end of the stick to the tip.

Clearly, King Kong used all his strength in that strike.

The head of the Kung Fu Hall's expression changed. He could feel that the power of this strike far exceeded any previous one.

If he takes the hit head-on, he'll be seriously injured, if not killed.

But he cannot back down.

The young people behind him were his disciples, his comrades, and the future of the Demon Alliance.

This True Monarch, who was in the Tribulation Transcending stage, gritted his teeth, raised his longsword, and prepared to fight to the death.

"Step back."

Just then.

A figure in blue descended from the sky.

It landed between the Vajra King's iron rod and the Master of the Kung Fu Hall.

The figure was not tall, not strong, and could even be described as somewhat thin.

But it stood there, like a mountain, an insurmountable mountain.

He wore a green robe and carried a sword, his features indifferent.

He reached out and gently lifted it.

That hand was very white, with distinct knuckles, and looked frail.

But it was this very hand that held up the Vajra King's iron rod.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth.

It wasn't the sound of an iron rod colliding with a palm, but the sound of the earth cracking open.

Centered on Xu Ze, the ground cracked in all directions, with the cracks spreading like a spider web, extending over a hundred feet away.

The rubble was sent flying, the dust was kicked up, and the entire wasteland trembled.