Devouring Demon King

The Hero's origin melted under the envelopment of the power of chaos.

Ye Chuan also gained a sliver of usable Heroic power.

The originally pure power of chaos was tinged with a faint golden glow. Every flow of it carried the Heroic aura that could scorch the Demon Race—this was the only power capable of breaking through the Demon King's protection.

Ye Chuan stood in the void.

Come.

His voice was calm and unrippled, yet it carried an unquestionable coercion.

The chaotic domain instantly shrank, compressing their battlefield to within a hundred meters. The space at the edge of the domain continuously peeled away like shattered glass, revealing the chaotic void behind it.

The Demon King did not speak.

The black wings behind her flapped violently, and her figure turned into a bolt of black lightning, instantly appearing in front of Ye Chuan.

The Demon King's Sword slashed down with pitch-black flames. Wherever the blade passed, space was directly sliced open, leaving a pitch-black rift!

Ye Chuan neither dodged nor evaded, raising his hand to meet it with a punch.

The moment his fist collided with the blade, the entire chaotic domain trembled violently.

A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, and countless spatial turbulences raged between the two.

The edge of the Demon King's Sword stopped an inch in front of Ye Chuan's fist, unable to advance even a fraction more. The black flames were forced to roll backward by Ye Chuan's power.

Impossible!

For the first time, the Demon King's voice carried a tone of astonishment.

Her Demon King's Demise had never missed, yet this human actually blocked it with his bare fist?

Before she could react, Ye Chuan's other hand had already swung out, his fist glowing with golden light smashing ruthlessly into her lower abdomen.

Bang!

The Demon King flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the domain's barrier with a dull, echoing thud.

A trace of black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and the hatred in her eyes grew even thicker:

You're courting death!

She formed hand seals, and countless black demonic spears condensed from the void, shooting towards Ye Chuan like a torrential rain.

Every demonic spear carried a lethal curse, densely packed and blotting out the sky.

Ye Chuan stood unmoving, the power of chaos around his body forming a rotating barrier.

The moment all the demonic spears touched the barrier, they were shredded into pieces, failing to stir up even a single ripple.

Oh? Is this all the Demon King is capable of?

Do you still think I'm at my previous level of strength?

Ye Chuan's voice carried a hint of mockery.

His figure flashed, instantly appearing behind the Demon King, and he drove his elbow ruthlessly into the center of her back.

The Demon King let out a muffled groan and staggered forward a few steps.

Even though Ye Chuan could only use that sliver of Heroic power to harm the Demon King, which was equivalent to his true strength being discounted countless times, his base stats were simply too high!

At this moment, the Demon King spun around violently, the Demon King's Sword sweeping out and carving a deep, bone-deep wound across Ye Chuan's chest.

Blood gushed out, and the power of the Demon King's Demise surged madly through the wound, destroying his meridians and internal organs.

Die! the Demon King roared.

But in the next second, her smile froze on her face.

The wound on Ye Chuan's chest healed in the blink of an eye, not leaving even a single scar.

The lethal demonic energy that had surged into his body was instantly swallowed and broken down by the power of chaos, turning into a part of his own strength.

How is this possible... The Demon King staggered back a step, her eyes full of disbelief.

The Demon King's Demise is absolutely lethal!

Nothing is absolute. Do you understand what it means to heal to full health a hundred times in a single second?

Ye Chuan walked toward her step by step. With every step he took, a deep fissure cracked open on the ground.

His aura grew stronger and stronger, the power of the Heavenly Immortal Realm released without reservation. The entire chaotic domain trembled under his coercion.

Although the Demon King was normally invincible, Ye Chuan's imposing manner at this moment was truly too terrifying. Just by walking towards the Demon King, he made her feel an unparalleled sense of despair.

You've only just awakened, and your power is still unstable. The current you is no match for me at all.

The Demon King gritted her teeth and raised the Demon King's Sword once again.

She poured all the Demon King's power in her body into the sword. The black flames on the blade surged thousands of meters high, burning the surrounding space until it twisted and deformed.

This was her ultimate trump card, a world-destroying strike that could only be unleashed by burning her origin.

The black sword light transformed into a giant dragon, roaring as it lunged at Ye Chuan. Wherever it passed, everything was swallowed and annihilated!

Ye Chuan no longer held back.

He clasped his hands together, the power of chaos and the Heroic power fusing in his palms to form an energy sphere interwoven with black and white.

The energy sphere continuously compressed and rotated, emitting a terrifying aura sufficient to destroy the world.

He gave it a gentle push, and the energy sphere flew out slowly, colliding with the black demonic dragon.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only an expanse of extreme light.

After the light faded, the black demonic dragon vanished without a trace.

The Demon King spat out a large mouthful of black blood. The demonic energy on her body instantly dimmed by more than half, and the black wings on her back became tattered and crumbling.

Her Demon King's protection barrier had completely shattered in the collision just now. Countless tiny wounds appeared on her body, and golden holy light scorched the wounds, causing her unbearable pain.

Ye Chuan slowly walked up to her and raised his hand.

A demonic sword appeared, its tip pointing directly at the Demon King's heart.

As long as this sword pierced down, the Demon King would completely disappear.

But the moment the tip of the sword was about to touch her skin, Ye Chuan's hand paused.

He saw it.

Deep within those pure black eyes filled with hatred, a very faint trace of vulnerability was hidden.

At the corner of her eye, there remained an undried tear stain—the tear she had shed just now watching him die.

Angelina.

Countless memory fragments flashed through his mind:

In the dim little wooden cabin, she couldn't bear to eat the last piece of bread, secretly stuffing it to him and whispering, Ye Chuan, you eat it.

By the hot spring pool, she stood on her tiptoes to scrub his back, her small face flushed red.

In bed late at night, she hugged his arm and said, Ye Chuan, let's be together forever from now on, okay?

Those memories that belonged to himself surged up like a tide at this moment.

He could kill the Demon King.

But not Angelina.

Ye Chuan slowly lowered his hand. For some unknown reason—perhaps because their consciousnesses had completely merged—he found that his methods had also gained a slight touch of kindness.

If he previously needed to refine ten thousand people, the current Ye Chuan could reduce it to nine thousand.

The Demon King froze for a moment seeing Ye Chuan's action. You... why won't you kill me?!

Ye Chuan did not answer.

He reached out his hand and gently pressed it against the Demon King's chest.

What are you doing?! The Demon King widened her eyes, only to find that her body had been imprisoned by the power of chaos, unable to move.

Ye Chuan clenched his palm, and a soft light lit up. A gentle yet irresistible suction force came from his palm, beginning to extract the Demon King's power from her body bit by bit.

Ah!!!

The intense pain made the Demon King let out a miserable roar.

The Demon King's power bound to her soul was being forcefully stripped away. Black demonic energy continuously surged out of her body, swallowed by Ye Chuan's palm.

Her body began to shrink, and her originally tall and graceful figure reverted back into that petite, white-haired girl.

The moment the last trace of the Demon King's power was extracted from her, Angelina's body went limp and she collapsed forward.

Ye Chuan reached out and caught her securely in his arms.

Sensing that what he held in his palm had shrunk, Ye Chuan slowly relaxed his tightly clenched hand.