Chapter 367 - 366: Defeating Elephant Demon King (2)

Lin Yuan did not waste the opportunity.

His figure disappeared from his original position as Immortal Cloud Step unfolded beneath his feet. The distance between him and the Elephant Demon King vanished almost instantly, leaving only a faint distortion in the air where he had stood.

Within his Primordial Spirit, the Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths rotated with increasing speed, bringing together the destructive nature of thunder, the nourishing principles of rain, and the profound cycle of rebirth. Three seemingly different aspects of the Great Dao converged within his body, allowing his attacks to carry a depth that ordinary techniques could not reproduce.

"Your arms are a burden," Lin Yuan stated coldly.

He unleashed the Six Arms of Reincarnation.

Rather than manifesting a colossal avatar behind him, Lin Yuan channeled the supreme Origin technique directly through his True Elemental Body. The Five Great Secret Realms within him responded in succession, and the spiritual Qi circulating through his body erupted with extraordinary intensity.

The Vermilion Bird supplied explosive strength, the White Tiger sharpened his offensive power, the Azure Dragon maintained the circulation of vitality, the Qilin reinforced his bones, and the Black Tortoise anchored his body against the violent backlash of his own attacks.

His fists blurred into a storm of golden-purple light.

The first strike landed against the elbow of the Elephant Demon King’s fortune-stealing limb, driving the joint backward with a thunderous crack. The demon howled and attempted to pull away, but Lin Yuan had already shifted his weight, using the momentum of his movement to deliver a second strike against the limb’s exposed shoulder. Golden-purple thunder spread across the dark scales, penetrating the defensive spiritual Qi that had protected the arm and disrupting the demonic energy sustaining its strength.

Before the demon could recover, Lin Yuan swept his leg across its side.

The kick carried a trace of spatial shear, concentrating the destructive force along a narrow line. The saber-wielding arm caught within its path was severed at the shoulder, and the enormous weapon tumbled through the air before disappearing into a nearby fissure.

Dark blood sprayed across the ruined plaza, but Lin Yuan did not spare the severed limb another glance. He was already moving toward the next target, his expression remaining as indifferent as though he were dismantling an ordinary formation rather than fighting a Demon King.

The Elephant Demon King attempted to retaliate, but Bai Qingyue’s Fortune Banner repeatedly disrupted its movements. Whenever it gathered enough strength to launch an attack, an unexpected accident interrupted its preparation.

A damaged section of the plaza collapsed beneath one foot, a spatial fissure appeared where it intended to retreat, or one of its remaining weapons slipped just enough to expose its defenses. None of these incidents would have been decisive on its own, but together they created a sequence of openings that the demon could not overcome.

The creature finally understood that it was not fighting a single opponent.

Lin Yuan was dismantling its body with overwhelming precision, while Bai Qingyue was quietly dismantling the circumstances that allowed it to fight back. The two forces complemented one another so perfectly that the Elephant Demon King’s enormous physical advantages had become almost meaningless. It could no longer establish a stable defense, and its attempts to escape merely placed it in increasingly unfavorable positions.

In less than ten breaths, the peerless ten-armed phenomenon had been reduced to a collection of bloody, useless stumps.

"No! I am an apex variant!" the Elephant Demon King shrieked as it fell to its knees. Dark blood poured from its ruined shoulders, staining the broken jade beneath it, while the demonic aura surrounding its body flickered like a dying flame.

"My bloodline is superior! I have slaughtered countless cultivators, and even Various Demon kings have fallen beneath my weapons! How can I lose to you?"

Lin Yuan regarded the demon with the same cold indifference he might have shown an insect crawling across the ground. He had encountered arrogant enemies before, and their final cries rarely differed from one another. Every one of them had believed that their strength entitled them to whatever they desired, whether it was another person’s cultivation, their treasures, or the lives of those they considered beneath them.

"You are nothing," Lin Yuan declared.

He raised his right palm, and the three-colored radiance of the Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths gathered around his hand. Silver-blue rain and golden-purple thunder intertwined with a deeper, almost imperceptible force that seemed to draw upon the origin of the principles themselves.

The surrounding space trembled as the energy compressed into a blinding singularity, and the Elephant Demon King’s remaining defensive aura shattered before the attack had even landed.

Lin Yuan stepped forward and delivered a Palmstrike directly into the center of the demon’s forehead.

The impact force penetrated the creature’s skull and struck its demonic core with terrifying precision, causing the core to implode within its body. The Elephant Demon King’s eyes widened, and its mouth opened as though it still wished to protest its fate. A moment later, the light within its pupils vanished, and its enormous frame crashed lifelessly against the shattered jade.

Lin Yuan withdrew his hand and allowed the remaining energy to dissipate. He did not celebrate the victory, because the collapsing Sacred Grounds offered no time for celebration.

The ground beneath them continued to shake, and a massive spatial fissure had opened above the eastern edge of the plaza, spreading through the sky like a wound that refused to close. Every passing breath brought the ancient Dongtian closer to complete destruction.

His attention immediately shifted to the black sphere that had rolled from the Elephant Demon King’s severed grip. The object bounced twice across the broken tiles before coming to rest beside a fractured pillar, its dark surface covered in complicated demonic runes.

Although the sphere appeared relatively small, its interior contained a sealed space, and Lin Yuan could sense a familiar presence struggling against the restrictions imposed upon it.

His expression darkened.

The Rank 8 Golden Immortal Beast was inside.