Chapter 654: The Expanding Battlefield
"I'll handle the Demon King who has passed a first Samsara Tribulation."
Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at the four powerful Demon Kings in the sky, speaking in a low voice.
"Brother Langtian, isn't that too dangerous?" Lin Dong's expression changed slightly as he spoke in a grave tone.
Ling Qingzhu, Ying Xiaoxiao, and the others tensed up at his words, their beautiful eyes filled with worry as they looked at Lin Langtian.
After all, within the Samsara stage, each Samsara Tribulation brought earth‑shattering changes in strength. Flame Master, having endured three Samsara Tribulations, already stood among the very peak experts of the continent.
Right now, Lin Langtian was only at the Reincarnation Wheel stage. While he could still manage against an ordinary Samsara expert, facing a Demon King who had passed a first Samsara Tribulation was clearly far too risky.
"Relax, I have my own methods," Lin Langtian said with a faint smile.
Seeing this, Lin Dong pursed his lips slightly. He also understood how critical the situation was. Perhaps only Lin Langtian could deal with that Demon King.
"In that case, I'll leave that one to you, Brother Langtian. Little Flame, Little Marten, and I won't let you down."
As Lin Dong spoke, three sharp auras blasted into the sky like unsheathed swords and ferocious tigers charging down a mountain. The resulting shockwave forcibly dispersed the billowing demonic qi in the air.
Lin Dong stepped into the sky, looking at the four Demon Kings above. His hands slowly clenched as dazzling purple‑gold light surged from his body. Dragon roars resounded through the heavens.
"Roar!"
At that moment, Little Flame let out a heaven‑shaking tiger's roar. As his roar faded, a large force of the Tiger Devouring Army rushed over from not far behind, then quickly sat down in unison.
A torrent of black light surged from their bodies, forming a massive black barrier that enveloped them all. Terrifying baleful qi spread out in all directions.
The rolling black light boiled violently before being completely absorbed into Little Flame's body. His already tower‑like frame swelled even further.
Black and white bristling tiger fur sprouted rapidly across his body. A horrifying, vicious aura swept through the land.
Seeing this, Lin Langtian could not help but show a hint of admiration in his eyes. Little Flame, by himself, was only at the Reincarnation Wheel stage, but he shared a deep connection with the Tiger Devouring Army.
The power of thousands had converged into his body. Combined with what seemed to be the top‑tier Dark Saint Tiger bloodline now flowing through him, the strength he unleashed was enough to make even Samsara‑level experts shy away from a direct clash.
As Little Flame's power erupted, Little Marten also rose into the air, a piercing screech shooting into the clouds as vast purple‑black energy spread out.
A pair of enormous bat wings, thousands of zhang across, unfolded behind him, blotting out the sky. Purple‑gold patterns ran along the wings, giving off a noble, ancient aura.
Little Marten had already stepped into the threshold of Samsara. Coupled with his Heavenly Demon Marten clan's purest bloodline, his combat power was naturally extraordinary.
"Fight!"
Lin Dong's low roar, thick with ferocity, shook the sky. In that instant, the auras of the three brothers all surged to an extreme.
"Hmph, where did these bugs crawl out from?"
Seeing Lin Dong and the others charging over, one of the four Demon Kings—a burly, towering figure—coldly snorted.
He charged forward as the earth trembled, torrents of demonic qi swirling around him like storm after storm.
"Roar!"
Little Flame's tiger eyes turned blood‑red. With a grasp of his massive hand, a gigantic divine hammer appeared. Nine cauldron patterns shone brightly along its surface.
He lunged first, the hammer in his hands turning into countless towering shadows that smashed through the air, crashing down on the burly Demon King with overwhelming force.
Swoosh!
Purple‑black light surged in Little Marten's palm, condensing into a river‑like beam that swept forward, dense with boundless power.
At the same time, purple‑gold radiance erupted from Lin Dong's body as three thousand purple‑gold dragon patterns roared forth, forming a dragon palm thousands of zhang wide that swung out fiercely.
From the very first exchange, the three unleashed their true strength. The power erupting in that instant seemed as if it could flip the whole world upside down.
"Palace Master, I'll go as well."
While Lin Dong's trio unleashed their might, Zhou Tong spoke softly to Lin Langtian. His figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
Swoosh!
Space twisted as Zhou Tong stepped out, his stride seemingly piercing directly through the void. In a flash, he appeared behind another Demon King.
Silver light gleamed in Zhou Tong's palm, as sharp as the edge of a space blade. He stabbed fiercely toward the Demon King's back.
Sensing danger, the Demon King's expression shifted. Demonic qi surged as his massive arm swung backward, colliding heavily with Zhou Tong's palm. Sparks and metallic clangs rang out in the air.
Buzz!
With his strike blocked, Zhou Tong's body blurred and reappeared in another section of the sky. His hands slid from his sleeves, fingers spread. As he gripped the air, the space before him twisted violently, turning in an instant into a thousand‑zhang‑long blade of space.
"Boom!"
Zhou Tong gripped the space blade tightly and cleaved downward. The blade slammed into the oncoming black tiger claw.
Clang!
An ear‑piercing screech rang out as blinding silver light exploded from the space blade, an indescribable sharpness radiating forth. It was so sharp that even space itself could be torn apart.
The blade sliced across the black tiger claw. To everyone's shock, the enormous claw was split cleanly in two, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.
Yet just as they rejoiced, the Demon King let out a disdainful snort. The two halves of the severed claw twisted and morphed into two ferocious black demonic tigers that lunged at Zhou Tong from both sides.
Zhou Tong's face shifted slightly as he prepared to use space power again, but the Demon King had already closed in, giving him no time to react.
"Big Brother Zhou, I'll help you!"
Seeing this, Ying Huanhuan's icy face grew solemn. Her jade hand brushed lightly through the air, condensing the surrounding cold into an ice‑blue zither.
"Four Symbols Demon‑Suppressing Tone."
Thrum!
As the strings were plucked, vast yuan power surged. Cold radiance gathered around Ying Huanhuan as the sound waves condensed, in just a few breaths, into four enormous figures.
An Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird, all forged of pure ice, roared in unison before charging forward to collide with the demonic tiger on the left.
"Green Lotus Ten Thousand Swords Art!"
On the other side, Ling Qingzhu refused to fall behind. Her immense yuan power swept out, condensing above her into countless green swords of light.
Her jade hand flicked outward as shrill sonic booms filled the air. The sword‑lights howled across the sky like a torrent, smashing fiercely into the demonic tiger on the right.
With Ying Huanhuan and Ling Qingzhu's help, Zhou Tong's crisis was broken. After the demonic tigers were destroyed, the two women vaulted forward, joining Zhou Tong in his battle against the Demon King.
Cold yuan power and razor‑sharp green light surged again and again, merging with Zhou Tong's mysterious space power. Even though the Demon King they faced was on par with Samsara‑level experts, he soon found himself on the back foot.
"Roar!"
A furious roar abruptly rang out across the heavens from another battlefield. Little Flame's body had begun to expand at a startling rate.
Black and white radiance flared as an indescribably violent aura swept through the air.
With a deafening roar, a colossal black‑and‑white tiger stepped into the sky, its ancient aura flooding the world.
Little Flame had transformed into the Dark Saint Tiger's true body—his race's ultimate combat form.
At the same time, purple‑black radiance erupted from Little Marten as his thousand‑zhang bat wings rapidly grew larger. They folded forward to shield his body, faint light leaking from within.
When the wings finally spread open again, Little Marten was clad in a suit of purple‑black armor. Strange purple‑black markings had crawled across his handsome face.
His long hair, now also dyed purple‑black, fell down his back. In the moonlight, he looked every bit the king of the night.
"Roar!"
A dragon's cry split the air as purple‑gold light surged. A ten‑thousand‑zhang purple‑gold dragon coiled through the heavens, its unparalleled, ancient, and pure draconic might sweeping across the world.
The Demon King glared darkly at the sky, where the purple‑gold dragon, Dark Saint Tiger, and purple‑black Heavenly Marten all loomed above.
Clearly, the battlefield belonging to Lin Dong and his two brothers had already entered a frenzied state.
Seeing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Langtian's lips.
Four Kings Hall had assumed that dispatching four Demon Kings would be enough to wipe them out. Clearly, his calculations were way off.
There was no need to say much about Lin Dong's trio. Each of them had deep foundations and trump cards. Working together, not only could they handle a Demon King, they might even be able to slay one.
As for Zhou Tong's group, Lin Langtian was not particularly worried either.
Zhou Tong wielded the Space Ancestral Symbol and possessed extraordinary might. Ying Huanhuan was the Ice Master's reincarnation, her ice yuan power terrifyingly strong. Even seemingly ordinary Ling Qingzhu had inherited the Supreme Palace's legacy and could not be underestimated.
Together, the three could easily hold back a Demon King, even if they might not achieve the overwhelming results of Lin Dong's trio.
"Looks like it's my turn to move."
Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his gaze toward the two remaining Demon Kings in the sky.
Compared to the others, the demonic qi around these two was even denser and more terrifying. Both had endured a Samsara Tribulation.
Under the combined assault of these two Demon Kings, even Flame Master's avatar was already showing signs of strain and slipping into disadvantage.
With that in mind, Lin Langtian's body blurred as he leaped forward, soaring into the sky under the worried gazes of Jin Wu, Ying Xiaoxiao, and the others to join that battlefield.
"Senior Flame Master, allow me to lend you a hand!"
As his shout faded, Kun wings unfurled behind Lin Langtian. With a powerful flap, he shot forward, golden light swirling into a dragon‑scale spear in his hand. In a streak of golden lightning, his savage strike slammed toward one of the Demon Kings.
"Courting death!"
Seeing Lin Langtian charge in, the Demon King let out a cold laugh. His fingers clenched into a fist as terrifying demonic power poured forth, his demonic fist tearing through space to collide directly with Lin Langtian's dragon‑scale spear.
Screech!
A harsh metallic screech rang out as sparks flew and wild energy waves raged in all directions. Lin Langtian was driven back step by step, golden light flashing around him as he resisted the demonic erosion.
Bang!
A moment later, Lin Langtian could no longer withstand the force of the demonic punch. His body was flung backward, carving a ravine thousands of zhang long into the ground and smashing a mountain into dust.
"Are you all right?"
Flame Master's avatar beat back the Demon King before him and rushed to Lin Langtian's side.
"I'm fine."
Lin Langtian shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
As expected of a Demon King who had passed a Samsara Tribulation—his strength was truly fearsome.
"You're not his match," Flame Master said, frowning.
Lin Langtian gave no direct answer. Instead, his mind slowly calmed as he sighed inwardly.
"Aunt Ling, it seems I'll have to rely on your help this time…"
(END CHAPTER)
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