Demon Lord, It's Your Turn to Act

Soon, the members of the Heavenly Demon Sect realized that continuing like this was futile—they couldn’t afford to keep dying in vain.

"Demon Lord, it’s time for you to intervene."

On their own, they truly couldn’t hold out against Lin Xuan any longer.

"Listen to my commands."

Su Luo also understood that without her, the others would simply be swept aside like trash by Lin Xuan.

Rather than verbal instructions, Su Luo used the unique telepathic transmission of the Demon God Scripture to relay precise orders to her comrades.

These commands were delivered at lightning speed, and multiple directives could be issued simultaneously.

In an instant, their movements changed.

Their attacks were no longer chaotic but became coordinated and seamless.

Two, four, eight... more and more fighters began working in perfect sync, like a well-oiled machine.

They executed orders without hesitation, cold and unfeeling.

Lin Xuan’s assaults grew less effective, and taking down even a single opponent became increasingly difficult.

His brow furrowed. Though he could still hold his ground, he sensed the tide turning against him.

As expected of Su Luo. But I won’t be defeated so easily.

Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened as he steeled himself, raising his combat prowess even further.

Yet, despite his resolve, the battle began to shift.

No matter how he fought, Lin Xuan felt stifled.

First, their attacks came from unpredictable angles—even if he dodged one strike, a barrage of follow-ups awaited him.

It felt like every move was calculated, forcing him to think several steps ahead just to counter.

Second, they seemed to anticipate his attacks, evading them before he even struck.

Many of his blows landed on empty air.

Lin Xuan glanced at Su Luo, once again witnessing her terrifying prowess. With mere commands, she had turned the tables.

Su Luo remained expressionless, calmly issuing orders without the slightest urgency.

And yet, this alone reversed Lin Xuan’s earlier dominance over the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The gap between us is still there.

If he lost under these circumstances, catching up to Su Luo would be nothing but a pipe dream.

So what he needed now was to go all out. If Su Luo could predict his moves, it meant she was stronger.

Then he’d just have to become even stronger—faster than Su Luo’s reactions!

The disparity in power still existed. Even with Su Luo’s support, the Heavenly Demon Sect couldn’t outright crush Lin Xuan.

But just as he adapted to their assault, their coordination ascended another level, becoming even harder to handle.

Numbers were an advantage, after all.

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth in frustration. The moment he glimpsed hope, it was snuffed out.

He felt he had little room left to grow, yet under Su Luo’s guidance, the Heavenly Demon Sect’s teamwork and movements grew increasingly refined.

This won’t do.

Time to change tactics.

Lin Xuan abandoned finesse, opting for brute force.

If this had been a battle of skill, now it was pure power.

At the Great Ascension Realm, his strikes carried devastating force.

Anyone too slow to evade would either die or suffer grievous wounds.

This way, he’d eventually whittle down the numbers around him.

Lin Xuan unleashed wide-area attacks. If they were going to make him fight on their terms, he’d refuse to play along.

Indiscriminate, sweeping assaults.

It worked. Even if they knew where he’d strike, lacking the speed to escape still meant death.

One after another, bodies were blasted apart.

For the first time in a while, Lin Xuan allowed himself a twisted smirk.

The energy cost is high, but at least I’m not being humiliated.

Su Luo, of course, wouldn’t let him have an easy victory.

"Sun-Moon Devouring Spheres!"

The Heavenly Demon Sect instantly understood, channeling their energy into condensed black orbs.

Su Luo directed them to fuse these orbs to counter Lin Xuan’s onslaught.

If one person’s power wasn’t enough, they’d combine their strength.

Against Lin Xuan’s relentless bombardment, the sect retaliated with fused black spheres.

Under Su Luo’s command, the orbs merged and struck with precision—unlike the previous haphazard volley at Nangong Xiyun.

This was calculated, ensuring their energy wasn’t wasted all at once.

Lin Xuan’s brief moment of satisfaction was cut short as frustration set in.

His attacks were blocked by the black spheres, while more came flying at him from all directions.

Balancing offense and defense was tough, especially under Su Luo’s orchestrated assault.

Even if he dodged a sphere, another fighter would be waiting to merge it with their own, launching a renewed attack.

The orbs didn’t dissipate when avoided—instead, each evasion made the next strike even more powerful.

Lin Xuan found himself in a dire situation. His energy was draining fast, yet his efforts yielded little.

Several smaller orbs had already struck him, leaving him battered.

"Hah! With the Demon Lord leading us, victory is assured!"

"The tables have turned!"

"Lin Xuan, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?"

The Heavenly Demon Sect, once anxious, now reveled in their dominance.

All they had to do was follow Su Luo’s orders, and they could suppress Lin Xuan.

This feeling… is exhilarating.

Lin Xuan, however, was seething.

Before him was a group whose strongest member hadn’t even reached the Great Ascension Realm, yet through sheer numbers—and Su Luo’s guidance—they were overwhelming him.

In the face of absolute power, numbers shouldn’t matter.

His eyes locked onto Su Luo. She’s the one making this possible.

If it were just these mediocre fighters, Lin Xuan was certain he wouldn’t be struggling so much.

But he refused to despair.

If this is your test, then I’ll break through it.

If his firepower wasn’t enough, he’d just amplify it further.

Lin Xuan believed he wouldn’t be worn down by these black spheres.

Let’s see who outlasts whom.

His fists erupted with even greater force, tearing through the battlefield.

Faster, stronger—like a maniac determined to end this in one decisive surge.

Lin Xuan wasn’t wrong. Against overwhelming power, numbers were meaningless.

But the question was whether his "absolute power" could surpass the combined might of the entire Heavenly Demon Sect.

The sect, of course, didn’t just stand by.

As Lin Xuan raged, they fused more black spheres, retaliating in kind.

Lin Xuan was swift, but the Heavenly Demon Sect had numbers.

For now, neither side could gain the upper hand.

In this war of attrition, endurance would decide the victor.

The sect members pushed themselves to the limit, channeling their energy into the spheres even at the cost of exhaustion.

All they had to do was obey Su Luo’s commands.

Lin Xuan, fighting alone, had to juggle far more.

And so, gaps appeared—exploited by Su Luo’s relentless bombardment.

Even as injuries piled up, Lin Xuan pressed on. "You’re still not enough!"

The Heavenly Demon Sect sneered back. "Don’t think you can just smash through our bonds of camaraderie!"

Neither side would yield.

Having come this far, neither could afford to lose.

"Raaaaaagh!"

The battlefield echoed with roars.

Lin Xuan roared back—if it was a contest of volume, he’d never lost to anyone.

Somehow, both sides had ignited with inexplicable fervor, as if louder screams translated to greater strength.

Meanwhile, Su Luo continued directing the battle from the sidelines, utterly detached.

Let them have their dramatic showdown.

Su Luo had long checked out of the theatrics.

She was content to be a spectator, watching the chaos unfold in peace.