For ordinary demon gods, this was already a nightmare. But the Quasi-Saint demon gods—those who lurked in the shadows, waiting for the right moment—were the ones truly terrified. They had planned to strike only if the Primordial Ancient Serpent showed signs of weakness, to swarm in like scavengers.
Now, however, they felt fortunate. Had they acted recklessly, they would have been among the fallen.
Truthfully, they considered themselves on par with the Dark Demon Wolf, the Flame Demon Tiger, and other powerful demon gods. Even if they were slightly stronger, it was not by much. Killing opponents of that caliber was no easy feat.
Yet, this Primordial Ancient Serpent had slain nine Quasi-Saint demon gods in a single strike. The sheer difference in power was staggering.
If beings like the Dark Demon Wolf and the Flame Demon Tiger had been eliminated so effortlessly, then what chance did other Quasi-Saint demon gods have? In the eyes of this terrifying entity, killing one ant or ten made no difference at all.
Suddenly, a thunderous voice echoed through the battlefield.
"Haha! Primordial Ancient Serpent, prepare to meet your end! The Three-Headed Demon Dog has arrived!"
From the distance, a colossal demonic beast stormed forward. Its form was no less imposing than the Dark Demon Wolf, and from its body radiated a horrifying demonic aura. Each of its three heads exuded a distinct will, making it appear even more menacing.
The surrounding demon gods instinctively parted, clearing a path for the Three-Headed Demon Dog. It charged forward aggressively, its murderous intent surging, and soon arrived before Chaos City.
However, as it took in the scene before it, confusion flickered in its many eyes. Something was wrong.
According to their previous plan, today was the day they would collectively strike down the Primordial Ancient Serpent. But after being delayed by some unknown matter, the Three-Headed Demon Dog had arrived late—only to find an eerie silence where its allies should have been.
"Where are the Dark Demon Wolf and the Flame Demon Tiger? Weren't we supposed to strike together today? Where did those bastards go? Don't tell me they got scared and ran away!"
Its booming voice was met with silence. The demon gods around it exchanged strange glances but said nothing. Instead, they looked upon the Three-Headed Demon Dog with an expression of pity—like watching a doomed creature walk toward its own demise.
"What's with those looks? Do you all not know who I am? I am the legendary Three-Headed Demon Dog! Have you all lost your minds?"
Seeing their pitying gazes, the Three-Headed Demon Dog grew furious. It released a violent surge of demonic energy, attempting to assert its dominance.
Yet, the expressions around it did not change. If anything, the pity in their eyes deepened.
A calm voice broke the tense silence.
"Oh, you're looking for them? They're dead."
The voice belonged to Gu Chuan. His words were simple, his tone indifferent, yet they struck the Three-Headed Demon Dog like a bolt of heavenly lightning.
"What?! Dead?!"
The demon dog trembled, its massive frame stiffening. Slowly, it turned its gaze toward the battlefield.
There, floating before Chaos City, were nine glowing orbs—the primordial essences of fallen demon gods. Scattered around them were vast chunks of flesh, still radiating the aura of their former owners.
The Dark Demon Wolf. The Flame Demon Tiger.
Gone. Reduced to nothing but lifeless remains.
"Impossible... How?! Who could have killed them?!"
The Three-Headed Demon Dog was in complete disbelief. The Dark Demon Wolf and the others were Quasi-Saint demon gods, beings no weaker than itself. Yet, they had perished so utterly, without resistance.
"I did."
Gu Chuan's response was light, almost casual.
The Three-Headed Demon Dog shuddered. It wasn't a fool. It could piece together what had happened. The Dark Demon Wolf and the others must have confronted this terrifying entity—and they had been annihilated without leaving a scratch on him.
If even they had fallen so easily, then what hope did it have?
"Haha... Haha... Just kidding! I just remembered, I have something urgent to attend to. I'll take my leave now."
Its three heads chuckled awkwardly, its massive body already tensing, preparing to flee.
But before it could take a single step—
Boom!
The space around it twisted and locked in place. The Chaos Realm had descended upon it, sealing every fiber of its being. No matter how it struggled, it could not move.
Then, with a mere flick of Gu Chuan's finger, a great divine power was unleashed—Chaos Sealing Technique.
Clatter!
In an instant, the Three Thousand Laws manifested into an invisible net, sinking deep into the demon dog's body.
"Ah! What have you done to me?!"
It let out a bloodcurdling scream, its voice filled with terror.
A horrifying realization dawned upon it. Its strength—its very essence—was slipping away.
In mere seconds, its power plummeted. From Quasi-Saint to Immemorial Golden Immortal. From Immemorial Golden Immortal to Mysterious Immortal.
Then Celestial Immortal. Earth Immortal. Human Immortal.
Until finally—it was nothing but an ordinary demon god. A weak, insignificant existence that any demon god could devour in an instant.
This was not merely defeat. This was annihilation of everything it had once been.
For a demon god, the fear of death was nothing compared to the terror of losing all power.
"How... How is this possible...?"
The watching demon gods were filled with absolute horror.
This was far more terrifying than simply killing the Three-Headed Demon Dog.
With a single finger, Gu Chuan had stripped away its strength, reducing a mighty Quasi-Saint to a mere speck of existence.
Did this mean that, if he willed it, all of them could suffer the same fate? That they could be forced back to their primordial states with nothing but a thought?
A wave of unprecedented fear surged through the crowd.
For the first time, they truly grasped the unfathomable power of the Primordial Ancient Serpent.
"This... Is this the power of one who has attained enlightenment?"
A Quasi-Saint demon god shivered, their voice trembling with awe.
Before, they had feared death.
Now, they feared something far worse.