Chapter 228: Bro, Who's the Real Demon Here?!
The Demon Monarch Alba instantly turned around and fled back through the Gate of Demons without hesitation.
The Demon Plane was nothing like the Abyssal Plane—there was no revival after death. Once you died there, you were truly dead.
Faced with the threat of annihilation, all talk of missions, conquest, and world destruction vanished like dust in the wind.
Da Ming refused to let these creatures pollute this world. Raising his colossal fist, he unleashed his full power.
In an instant, the endless swarm of demons was crushed beneath his Titan Divine Fist. The attack rolled forward like Mount Five Fingers, flattening tens of thousands of demonic soldiers.
The entire army that had just appeared was sent straight back through the Hell Gate.
"Ye Hui, can you handle it?"
Yuanen Tiandang looked nervously at his wife. The demonized Ye Hui suppressed the ferocity in her eyes and replied softly, "I'm fine. I can endure it."
At that moment, Jiang Chen stepped forward, holding a spirit herb radiating a faint violet glow.
"Try this."
Yuanen Tiandang's eyes widened in shock. "This… this is an immortal herb!"
The Nine-Grade Violet Ganoderma!
Renowned for strengthening the body's foundation and enhancing one's soul power—a supreme treasure among all herbs.
As the young master of the Yuanen family, Yuanen Tiandang instantly recognized its worth.
"Thank you, my friend. Your generosity, I'll never forget it!"
He accepted it without hesitation. At Ye Hui's current level—a Super Douluo—ordinary elixirs had lost their effect.
Only an immortal herb could bring forth miracles.
Though not the most supreme of immortal herbs, the Nine-Grade Violet Ganoderma was still exceedingly rare, more valuable than gold.
Jiang Chen's intention was simple: help her last longer. After all, the Demon Plane was an entire realm.
Devouring a single monarch-level demon wasn't enough.
If they were going to act, they had to conquer the entire Demon Plane.
And the only one who could open the gate now was Ye Hui.
"Alright, let's move out!"
Chen Xinjie raised his hand, his voice calm but commanding. "Wait. We don't know what lies beyond. Let me go first."
As the most powerful of the Federation, opening a new plane was naturally his task.
With Chen Xinjie leading, Yuanen Zhentian followed closely behind.
Yuanen Tiandang instructed his subordinates to protect Ye Hui, then joined the group of Title Douluo as they entered the Gate of Demons together.
"Jiang Chen?"
"Yeah?"
Na'er grasped his hand tightly with one of hers, the other holding her Silver Dragon Spear.
"Stay behind me. Be careful."
Jiang Chen: …
Me? Getting protected by a woman now?
The Demon Plane!
A dim sky without sun or light—only a crimson, blood-hued expanse stretching endlessly.
The gathered Title Douluo hovered in midair, immediately feeling the intense malice emanating from the world itself.
The Titan Giant Ape sneered.
"Haha!"
"Kid, didn't you say you wanted to see divine power?"
"Then watch closely—I'll show you what a god truly is!"
Er Ming knew that Chen Xinjie had long wished to challenge him.
But as a divine beast who had ascended to the God Realm, he could never use divine power in the mortal plane—it couldn't withstand the energy.
That was why he had repeatedly declined.
Even though Chen Xinjie had the strength of a pseudo-god, without divine energy, Er Ming might not win easily.
But now they were in another plane—finally, he could unleash his true might!
"Titan Divine Fist!"
Meanwhile, back in the Demon Plane, Monarch Alba relaxed slightly upon sensing his home's familiar aura.
"Scared me half to death! What was that terrifying being in that world?!"
But before he could rest, that same overwhelming power returned.
He looked up—and saw something the Demon Plane had never seen before. A star.
The Demon Monarch froze.
Bro, seriously? I already ran away—why are you still chasing me?!
I didn't even do anything yet!
But to Er Ming, this was personal.
The Yuanen clan were his descendants.
And these lowly demons had dared to slaughter them. As their ancestor, vengeance was only right!
The Demon Plane was much weaker than the Douluo Plane.
Its strongest being, the Demon Monarch Alba, was merely a pseudo-god.
The rest, even those at the Title Douluo level, crumbled easily before Chen Xinjie's power.
But now wasn't just the age of soul masters anymore!
Following the Douluo elites came squadrons of black and purple mechas.
Soul-guided cannons, soul-guided tanks, and aircraft filled the sky.
"Fire!"
Under Chen Xinjie's command, a storm of soul-guided artillery erupted.
Level 9, 10, and even Level 11 cannons blazed like fireworks, saturating the land in endless explosions!
Though the Federation hadn't fought a war in millennia—and the Abyssal Plane had once neutralized their artillery by absorbing energy—
This time was different.
Thousands of unused soul cannons, outdated or untested, had been stockpiled for centuries.
Now, they were all unleashed at once.
A full-scale bombardment—perfect for clearing inventory!
The Demon Plane was instantly drowned in fire and screams.
For a moment, even the demons themselves didn't know who the real devils were anymore.
The Demon Monarch Alba roared, "Monsters! You're the monsters!!"
As ruler of his world, every demon was his extension. He could feel them dying by the thousands.
And facing the Titan Giant Ape's divine aura—
For the first time, despair crept into his heart.
Explosions thundered, crimson flames illuminated the sky like bloodied fireworks.
Even some Title Douluo who hadn't joined the fight stared in disbelief.
"Could we even survive standing in that bombardment?"
Someone sighed, "The times… have changed."
Still, the strongest among them had to act personally.
They formed groups of twos and threes, hunting down demon lords across the realm.
"Be careful, everyone!"
Some fought fiercely, others tried to slack off, and some simply seized loot amidst the chaos.
Jiang Chen thrust both his Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear into the ground.
"All mine! These are all mine!"
Na'er blinked, stunned, as a wave of white light appeared behind him, filling the space with an aura both mysterious and familiar.
Among dragonkind, this aura was known well—
"The Qi of Immortal Spirit?" she whispered.
From the rift of light stepped a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a flowing green gown brimming with life energy.
Her bare ankles hovered just above the ground, blue silver grass lifting her every step.
She walked toward Jiang Chen, her eyes filled with a mix of reverence and fear.
"Master~" she said softly.
Jiang Chen nodded. "Go."
"Mm~"
(END CHAPTER)
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