"So that's how it is!"
Zhou Yan opened his eyes, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.
At this moment, Zhou Yan completely understood why there were so many demons in this sealed land.
It turned out that the sealed land was actually a ruin from the ancient era, and the owner of this ruin cultivated techniques and formations completely different from those of humans on the Jiuzhou Continent, which was why the demons occupied it.
As for why demonic beasts were bred here, it was related to that sealed land.
In the ancient era, when this ruin was discovered, the sealing power within was gradually dissipating.
In this sealed land, a demon dragon was born. That demon dragon was immensely powerful, truly invincible.
For some unknown reason, as the demon dragon approached the end of its lifespan, it suddenly awakened. Its strength surpassed that of a Demon King, reaching the realm of a quasi-titled Demon King.
At this moment, it sensed the aura of danger. It knew this was its only hope of escaping. It was unwilling to die just like this and fought its way out with all its might.
In the end, it escaped, but its physical body was torn to shreds by those sealing demons. Only this wisp of remnant soul remained, sealed in the Luoli Immortal Palace, plotting revenge!
"These demons are truly despicable and insidious!" Zhou Yan was furious in his heart.
However, Zhou Yan did not give up.
He looked up at the last Demon King in the void and shouted, "This is only the beginning."
*Whoosh~*
As the words fell, his figure flashed, moving with extreme speed.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before that Demon King.
A massive force of flame surged out, transforming into a fireball and smashing towards the Demon King.
*Crack crack!*
The fireball exploded, scattering into a rain of fire that fell upon the Demon King, igniting its body.
"Damn it!"
The Demon King let out a piercing scream. Its body was set ablaze, struggling in pain. However, thick demonic energy flowed from its body, instantly extinguishing the flames and shattering them.
"The recovery ability of demons is truly formidable," Zhou Yan shook his head slightly. The ball of flame just now was the Heaven-Burning Sacred Fire, possessing immense power, yet it only injured this Demon King, failing to kill him. The demonic race's recovery ability was too strong.
However, despite the Demon King's strength, it was unfortunate that it encountered Zhou Yan.
"Demon Slaying Three Forms!"
Zhou Yan roared, stomping his feet and slamming forward with immense force, his fist smashing into the Demon King's chest.
With a "bang," the Demon King's entire chest was pierced. Immediately after, Zhou Yan stepped lightly and kicked the Demon King's abdomen, shattering its Dantian.
*Pfft!*
Instantly, the Demon King spat out a mouthful of black blood and was sent flying backward.
"How could this be? Where is my demon core?"
"My demon core, it's gone!"
The Demon King was filled with shock and rage.
The demon core was the most vulnerable part of a cultivator. Once the demon core was damaged, it meant the complete loss of one's cultivation potential.
"Not right!"
Suddenly, the Demon King's gaze fixed on the drop of Demon King blood in Zhou Yan's palm.
It sensed a familiar fluctuation.
"It's his bloodline!" The Demon King's eyes turned cold. "You human, how dare you steal this King's bloodline?"
"You are seeking death!"
*Rumble!*
The demonic energy emanating from the Demon King coiled around like long snakes, transforming into a giant axe that swung down towards Zhou Yan.
"Hmph, a trivial skill!" Zhou Yan scoffed and rapidly retreated.
"Hahaha....."
The Demon King laughed loudly. "Human brat, you don't need to dodge. You can't possibly evade this move!"
As he spoke, his giant axe swept out fiercely, carrying destructive power as it chopped down.
"Heh heh, is that so?"
Zhou Yan smiled faintly, reaching out and grabbing. A pitch-black bead suddenly floated in mid-air. Then, Zhou Yan squeezed it, and an immeasurable, terrifying power erupted from the black bead, spreading outwards.
"This is... the Demon Emperor Bead!"
The Demon King was greatly alarmed.
The Demon Emperor Bead was a supreme treasure of the demon race, containing the mighty authority of a Demon Emperor. No demon, not even the highest-ranking Demon King, could survive under the Demon Emperor Bead; they were bound to perish.
As the black Demon Emperor Bead appeared, a vast aura immediately permeated the heavens and earth, filling the space with an overwhelmingly dominant aura that made one involuntarily want to prostrate.
This was a pressure originating from the depths of the soul, which even a Demon King-level existence could hardly resist.
In an instant, the Demon King was suppressed by the Demon Emperor Bead. The endless pressure caused dense sweat to bead on his forehead. He knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
*Pfft!*
The Demon King gritted his teeth, resisting the terrifying pressure. However, after just a few breaths, he could no longer bear it. He lay prostrate on the ground, his body convulsing, blood splattering. He was on the verge of death.
"What is happening?"
Zhou Yan frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Logically speaking, even a heavily injured Demon King should not have been so easily suppressed. This was because Zhou Yan had not unleashed his full strength.
Suddenly, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted. He seemed to have sensed something unusual.
*Boom!*
Immediately, he turned his head abruptly and looked at the Demon King's corpse.
At this moment, dense demonic patterns on the Demon King's corpse lit up, and then, the Demon King's corpse slowly stood up.
"This is rather peculiar. The Demon King is dead, yet it can still stand?" Zhou Yan was slightly surprised.
"Jie jie jie...."
The Demon King's corpse let out a strange laugh, its aura becoming increasingly terrifying.
"So it's using the power of the Luoli Immortal Palace to revive!" Zhou Yan suddenly understood.
Just then, a sound of piercing the air rang out.
A sharp war halberd shot through the air, heading straight for Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan roared and swung his right fist, meeting the war halberd.
A violent collision resounded, and a ferocious surge of energy raged. Zhou Yan's right arm emitted a metallic clang.
At the same time, this attack halted, suspended in mid-air.
Zhou Yan's gaze sharpened, and he clearly saw a figure enveloped in black. This figure held a war halberd and stared at Zhou Yan with icy eyes.
Without a word, the black-clad figure raised the war halberd and lunged again.
"Another expert at the Demon King level." Zhou Yan did not expect there to be so many of these demons. He quickly took out the Qingming Sword from his storage ring and unleashed a sword strike, forcing this Demon King back. He leaped several feet away.
"You juniors of the human race dare to steal this Lord's belongings, you are simply courting death."
The black-clad figure snorted coldly, gripping his war halberd, and continued to pursue Zhou Yan.