Chapter 690 688: The Descent of the Demon Calamity

With Liu Xi and Qin Tian—two Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns—finalizing their decision to counterattack the Abyss Domain, none dared oppose them.

Not Elder Yan, not Lord Wang, not even Mo Feng could hide his unease. The plan sounded reckless. Since ancient times, no one had ever dared to push the frontlines into the Abyss Domain.

But the decision had been made. All they could do was follow—one last madness before the storm.

The plan gradually took form. Liu Xi and Qin Tian would serve as the vanguard—Qin Tian in the open, Liu Xi in the shadows—while the other Demon Slayers and sect powerhouses provided support from behind, slowly forcing the battlefield toward the Fiend lands.

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At the northern border, the Spiritual Energy grew thinner, while the sinister Demonic Energy thickened by the day. Until, one fateful dawn, that evil power reached its peak.

The sky darkened. Gray clouds hung low and heavy. Even the sun, blazing high above the heavens, could not pierce the veil of corruption. No warmth reached the earth.

Beyond the barrier separating worlds—

Wild laughter echoed through the void.

"The day has come again! Sons of darkness—let the hunt begin!"

From the endless abyss, colossal shadows emerged one after another. Each figure radiated cruel bloodlust, eyes glowing scarlet, filled with greed, madness, and malice.

They were walking nightmares—pure embodiments of destruction. No compassion. No light. Only the twisted echo of all the world's hatred and despair.

Black flames coiled around their bodies, their evil aura so thick it seemed to poison heaven and earth. The infernal fire they carried could burn every living being to ash.

As these demonic shadows advanced, the world trembled. Dark winds howled. Corrosive flames surged.

Then came the shrieks—ghastly cries of countless demons. Smaller Fiends poured out behind the towering leaders—lesser in size and strength, but innumerable. They formed tight battle formations, their manic laughter reverberating across dimensions.

And at their head stood the commanders of this army: three Profound Demon Emperors and six Abyss Demon Emperors.

Though the Heavenly Demon Emperors did not appear, even one Profound Demon Emperor alone represented a pinnacle of power in the Fiend Race. A single Abyss Demon Emperor could devastate an entire lower realm.

Now nine of them stood together—proof that the Extraterritorial Fiends had never ceased coveting the Great Thousand World.

Beneath them were Demon Kings, each one comparable to an Earth Sovereign, forming elite battalions. Below them, Demon Generals—Sovereign-level beings in their own right—had become mere expendables in this army of darkness.

Through the thinning membrane between worlds, the Demon Emperors peered greedily toward the Great Thousand World. The barrier, corroded by evil, was already trembling—ready to collapse.

Even the Heavenly Evil Monarch himself would have been suppressed upon crossing. But these Fiends cared little. They sought chaos, and the Profound Demon Emperors would lead it.

The lead Demon Emperor's voice was deep and dripping with malice.

"Sons of darkness, beyond that barrier lies the Great Thousand World. Raise your blades! Endless blood and flesh await you—and countless beautiful souls for the taking!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

BOOM!

A golden radiance erupted, sweeping the sky like a tempest. The Demonic Energy dispersed in an instant as a colossal shadow appeared above the heavens—its hand clutching a golden wheel that blazed like a sun.

An awe-inspiring aura surged outward. The towering figure's form was vast enough to hold constellations upon its skin, its surface shining with boundless, resplendent power.

Heavenly Wheel Demon Slaying Body!

Ranked ninth among the Ninety-Nine Sovereign Celestial Bodies, it was Qin Tian's personal Divine Manifestation!

Standing upon its shoulder, Qin Tian's eyes gleamed coldly as waves of Spiritual Energy stormed through the skies, sweeping away every trace of demonic corruption.

Alone, he faced the invading horde of Demon Emperors—expressionless, unshaken, fearless.

"Whoever offends the Great Thousand World—shall die."

His chilling voice thundered across heaven and earth, sharp as a blade against the throat of every Fiend present.

"Hmph, Qin Tian. I know of you," came a mocking voice from beyond the barrier. The lead Profound Demon Emperor's blood-red eyes gleamed. "For a hundred years, you've ruined my people's plans again and again. Yet here you stand—foolish enough to come to us of your own accord."

"Since you've come this far, don't think of leaving alive."

"Is that so?" Qin Tian murmured softly. His tone was calm—almost detached. Ever since his comrades had fallen in battle long ago, his heart had already died with them.

From that day on, he had known only one purpose: to slay demons until his own death.

"Show me everything you've got."

As his voice fell, the heavens trembled. Around him, one after another, enormous Celestial Bodies materialized—manifestations of power towering like mountains.

Their presence shattered the lingering Demonic Energy, flooding the void with pure Spiritual light.

Four more massive figures appeared alongside Qin Tian's—four Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereigns of the Great Thousand Palace. Five radiant Celestial Bodies stood together, shaking the very skies.

A roar of wind followed. The legions of Demon Slayers, the Flame Swallowing Clan, and countless Northern Region sects charged through the air.

The Fire Spirit Ancestor would have been among them—but he remained sealed beneath Liu Xi's Azure Lotus.

Even so, there was no shortage of warriors in the Great Thousand World willing to fight for their realm. Sovereigns were rare, yes—but sects and clans stood united.

The world trembled beneath the surge of Spiritual Energy. Like raging dragons, their power reclaimed the sky. The demonic aura recoiled, retreating toward the Abyss Domain.

The three Profound Demon Emperors growled, their eyes burning with scarlet hatred. The lead one sneered viciously.

"Attack! Crush them! Even weakened, we hold absolute advantage. Slaughter them all!"

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

Darkness erupted. Demonic roars filled the heavens.

The barrier between worlds—corroded by centuries of evil—finally cracked apart. A vast black fissure tore open, like a gateway to hell itself.

Freezing gales swept across both worlds as true Demonic Energy surged forth, threatening to engulf the Great Thousand World entirely.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Gigantic demon shadows burst forth from the rift like volleys of cannon fire, plunging through into the mortal realm.

The sky split open. Space itself fractured. The heavens quaked.

From within the chaos emerged a monstrous figure—horned, wreathed in flame, its savage grin twisted in violent ecstasy.

With a roar, it spread its arms wide, tearing the rift even larger—as if the gates of hell themselves had been thrown open.

"Qin Tian!" it bellowed. "Prepare to die!"

But at that moment, another voice—calm and icy—sounded from afar.

"Demonic Flame… World Destruction!"

(End of Chapter)

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