In the black palace, there are several tall demon figures sitting at the table. Without exception, they are all leaders of the world demon clan.
"Based on the time, that guy Shadow Demon should have met the Night Saint..."
The Dark Lord folded his hands and held his chin. There was a trace of amusement in his dark eyes. He sat in the seat and spoke lazily.
Next to him were several older generation leaders who were close friends with him.
The Sword Demon King, whose body is covered with spikes, as sharp as a sword; the Snow Demon King, whose body is covered in ice and snow; and the Phantom Demon King, whose eyes show psychedelic colors that can make people intoxicated just by looking at them.
As the nine-awareness peak realm demon kings who have attained enlightenment since the ancient war, they are even more powerful and ancient than the Shadow Demon King.
"Jiejie, I think she's almost there. I don't know if this generation of Dark Night Saint will be as strong as the one from back then..."
The Sword Demon King's voice was like two sharp swords rubbing against each other, full of sharpness and buzzing, which made other leaders present frown.
"But wouldn't it be a little bad if we did this?"
The relatively peaceful Snow Demon frowned slightly, thinking of the Shadow Demon who had been tricked by them, and said slowly.
"The Saint of the Night is the most unpredictable variable in this world. I don't know what method she will use in the end. When the time comes, the Shadow Demon..."
As soon as these words came out, the Dark Lord and others looked at each other with a stern smile on their faces.
"That's why I handed it over to the Shadow Demon guy..."
"Back then, Lord Heavenly Demon King secretly ordered him to lead the Shadow Demon lineage to escape from the battlefield. Isn't it just for the coming of this moment?"
The Demon King's face was calm and he spoke slowly, his voice was as psychedelic as seeing flowers in a fog, making people confused.
"As long as the Dark Night Saint can be eliminated, the death of their lineage will be worth it!"
The Phantom Demon King said these words without hesitation, as if the Shadow Demon King and the others were already dead.
The other leaders had no objections. After all, they had all experienced the ancient war, and they knew the methods of the Dark Night Saint all too well.
The Shadow Demon King can indeed kill the current Saint of the Night, but he himself probably won’t survive...
You must know that the Dark Night Saint's desperate secret technique is a powerful weapon that can directly seal their entire world demon clan...
If you are a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist, you can only give in to the Shadow Demon.
Thinking of this, the Dark Lord and the leaders looked at each other and laughed evilly.
"Jiejie..."
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On the other side, the continent of wreckage of the world
"Ahem..."
Facing the clear eyes of the Dark Night Saint, Feng Zichen subconsciously looked away, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
But he came back to his senses right away. I felt so guilty. It was an accident just now...
When he thought of this, Feng Zichen suddenly felt confident and turned his gaze back.
The Dark Night Saint sighed slightly and did not pursue the matter. At this time, the exhaustion of all her strength made her feel extremely weak. She could not even stand up and could only nestle in Feng Zichen's arms.
"The Shadow Demon King is not dead yet. Although my move severely injured him, it was not powerful enough and the damage caused to him was far lower than expected..."
The Dark Night Saint said feebly, the white gauze on her face had faded away at some point, revealing her flawless jade face.
She has slender willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, shining with hope, a delicate nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and a holy aura revealed on her flawless jade face.
But at this time, there was no blood on this perfect face, and it was as pale as a piece of white paper, giving it a morbid beauty that I felt pity for.
Feng Zichen just glanced at it and was awakened by what the Dark Night Saint said.
"This means..."
After waking up, Feng Zichen hugged the Dark Night Saint and teleported through space, quickly moving away from here.
After a few teleports, Feng Zichen suddenly felt a huge force coming from the air in front of him, and his face changed slightly.
A black shadow came to Feng Zichen at some point, raised one leg and kicked it down fiercely.
Feng Zichen only had time to protect the girl in his arms. With a flash of power in his eyes, the fiery red Susana shadow appeared in front of him.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the Demon King of the Eight Realms grinned with a cruel smile.
The terrifying force directly kicked Feng Zichen thousands of meters away. The fiery red Susanoo was also kicked to pieces and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Isn't it a little late to leave at this time?"
The Demon King of the Eight Awakening Realm, whose nickname is "Shadow Jue", is the strongest realm demon besides the Demon King of the Shadow Soul Realm, and is comparable to the upper-level God King in the Star World.
His kick was enough to destroy a large city. Feng Zichen's Susanoo couldn't resist it and was kicked to pieces.
"Damn Dark Night Saint..."
In an instant, a purple-black demonic shadow came to the side of the Demon King of the Shadow Realm. The terrifying and violent aura was overwhelming, almost suffocating Feng Zichen.
Shadow Demon King!
Feng Zichen got up from the ground in embarrassment, hugged the Saint of the Night, and looked up at this powerful leader of the shadow demon lineage, feeling bitter in his heart.
"What you said is really immodest..."
Looking down at the weak Dark Night Saint, Feng Zichen smiled bitterly.
This is an underestimation of damage. This damn Shadow Demon doesn't look injured at all.
The Dark Night Saint raised her eyes slightly, looked at the furious Shadow Demon King, her chest heaved violently, and whispered:
"No, he is still injured, he just suppressed it by force..."
To explain why, although the Shadow Demon King was furious at this time, his aura was somewhat disordered and he was no longer at his peak strength.
Even so, the Shadow Demon King still retains most of his strength, but the Night Saint has exhausted her strength and is unable to fight anymore.
Feng Zichen was helpless, what difference does it make?
Above, seeing the Shadow Demon King, the Shadow Demon King lowered his head and took a step back, giving up his position to the boss.
The Shadow Demon King's eyes are red, his aura is very violent and crazy, and the wounds in his soul are the most difficult to heal. Even with the self-healing ability of the Demon King of the Nine Realms, it will take a long time.
"Saint of the Night, I will crush you two humans bit by bit, crushing your bones and scattering them into ashes!"
A voice full of resentment and violence came out of the Shadow Demon King's mouth, looking like a wounded wolf, aloof and crazy.
An extremely heavy breath oppressed the entire audience. Feng Zichen pursed his lips and his eyes flickered.
The Dark Night Saint pushed Feng Zichen away and stood up reluctantly, raising her head, her eyes as bright as stars were still proud and never gave in.
After a long silence, the Dark Night Saint suddenly smiled. There was no fear before death, but only the calmness after making up her mind.
"There is no other way. It seems that I can only use that trick..."