Countless strands of shattered blade aura transformed into a storm of blades, sweeping through the ninth layer of the underground palace.
This slash, which Noah personally shattered, left behind aftershocks that merely grazed the Golden Dragon Scales without even causing sparks to fly, but if it landed on an ordinary undead, the soul fire would extinguish instantly.
In an instant, the Great Demon roared in anger as it sensed nearly two thousand soul fires vanishing from its control. The undead army it had assembled, even the lowest level of Skeleton Soldiers, were cultivated from the remains of golden creatures.
Each elite undead’s demise was something it was unwilling to accept. Yet now, a small main force had evaporated, and these weren’t just expendable cannon fodder that could be replenished at any time.
What irked it the most was that the source of this blade storm was that damn Demon King, a living being who clearly did not belong to the Great Graveyard, but because of the accursed bats’ maintenance and support, it had climbed step by step to the pinnacle of power in the Great Graveyard, even standing on equal ground with it.
It suspected that the Demon King had done this intentionally, but it had no evidence, because the Demon King merely slashed at that arrogant Golden Dragon, now engaged in a difficult battle, or rather, receiving a one-sided beating.
Watching the Demon King, whose body had grown twenty meters larger and who wore a Demigod Suit that elevated its strength to an unprecedented peak, being thrashed by a nearly hundred-meter-long Golden Dragon, the Great Demon felt a rare sense of pleasure and schadenfreude.
Ever since transforming into a Witch Demon, it hadn’t experienced such emotions for a long time, but today, they sprung forth. However, it quickly realized it was inappropriate, as despite being opponents with entangled interests within the Great Graveyard, when facing enemies invading the Graveyard, they were aligned allies in stance.
That was the rational understanding, but the heavily distressed and heartbroken Great Demon moved extremely slowly. While it called for the Demon King to hold on, it leisurely cast a few Legendary Magic spells that had already been proven ineffective against the Golden Dragon.
The spectacle seemed grand, with the shadow of the Death God rising, and endless high-rank undead phantoms appearing in the sky, but they were useless against Noah, who didn’t even bother acknowledging the Great Demon.
Refurbishing the grand-nephew was the priority now. Once it restored the grand-nephew to its original form, tackling this Witch Demon could wait—it wasn’t going to escape.
"The quality of your armor is quite impressive, where did you get it from? Truly resilient!"
Noah watched as the grand-nephew, who had crashed through sixteen pillars, struggled to stand up from the rubble. With a gentle flick of the Dragon Claw, Noah couldn’t help but exclaim.
Wayne was silent, merely looking down at the blade in his hand, filled with nicks, and then at the Golden Dragon, watching the shallow cuts on its body recover at a visibly fast pace.
Viscous blood seeped through the armor’s cracks, dripping to the ground. With the title of Demon King, Wayne stepped forward, leaving a trail of bright red bloody footprints with each step.
This was all from being beaten by the Golden Dragon, to the point where even his self-healing abilities couldn’t keep up. Each strike from the Golden Dragon was overwhelming for him, and just the contact felt like he was being crushed into a pulp.
This wasn’t truly an illusion; if it weren’t for the armor scavenged from the Immortal King’s treasury, he probably would have been crushed.
Even so, he was seriously injured. His internal organs were all damaged, muscles and bones, flesh and blood, nothing was unscathed. It was just that his extraordinary physique and robust armor kept him standing—an ordinary legend would have long been lying down.
"Stay put! The granduncle will handle that bony skeleton for you!"
Noah didn’t grant his grand-nephew any facade for showing off. After embedding both man and armor into the floor with a swipe of his tail, he turned and lunged at the Great Demon leisurely aiding without exerting any real effort. As it was caught off guard and tried to retaliate,
Word Spirit·Time-Space Amber
Resin-like sticky fluid secreted from the void, instantly enveloping the gray robed figure and solidifying.
The confinement of the Time-Space Amber didn’t last long. As visible cracks spread and the silver spiritual power storm swept in when the Time-Space Amber shattered, the Golden Dragon had already appeared before the Great Demon.
Noah opted for the simplest attack, the ancestral dragon specie’s flame breath, instantly engulfing the Great Demon, unable to react in time, in a flame that distorted the very space, forming a sea of fire and then expanding.
In the Dragon Breath of an Ancestral Dragon, all Legendary Magic becomes invalid. Noah’s Breathing inherently carried a spatial anchor effect, directly locking the space and sealing teleportation.
"A mere undead dares to claim immortality!"
Noah sneered. He knew that truly killing a legendary Witch Demon wasn’t easy, even if he destroyed the Witch Demon before him, along with its soul fire—this Witch Demon could still resurrect.
It was just that its power would be significantly diminished from before, and it would take a long time to recover and recuperate, requiring its equipment to be re-accumulated. Of course, for a well-established Great Demon, these weren’t significant concerns—the key was how to recover in the shortest time possible.
This recovery period was when the Great Demon was most vulnerable, easily killed once more. Even if it could resurrect, it would enter a quite miserable vicious cycle.