Free Web NovelChapter 1565: Chapter 1565: War Begins
Scarlet flames spread from the chest like wildfire, as Yang Yu donned his blood-red war garment, his eyes bursting with golden light.
Without hesitation, he activated [Fury Blood], Yang Yu’s sharp sword blade directly stabbing at the chest of the Deceitful Emperor.
The Deceitful Emperor stood still, without any movement.
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the vast plain, sparks flew as sword met black armor.
Before the sparks could disperse in the air, new sparks lit up from the Demon King’s body, the sound of strikes "ping-pang-pong" filled the air continuously.
The watching demon soldiers and soldiers of the Wansheng Republic couldn’t capture Yang Yu’s movements with their eyes, yet they still stared at the battlefield without blinking.
The Deceitful Emperor allowed Yang Yu’s attacks to fall upon him, displaying his composure and strength to everyone present, belittling his opponent!
Yang Yu’s movements did not slow down in the slightest due to the Deceitful Emperor’s disdain; he transformed into a relentless pile-driving machine, treating the Demon King like an immovable stake, using all means to continuously optimize attack routes, attempting to achieve the highest output.
In the game, there are countless bosses, Yang Yu had naturally seen bosses that neither attack nor defend initially.
Such bosses only require relentless, sustained output to press their blood volume down to a certain limit or wait for enough time before they strike.
This battle was not only related to the two of them but also concerned many soldiers who were watching.
The Demon King Guian Emperor wanted to use this battle to shock the morale of this world!
While making plans at the Demon King City, Guian Emperor heard various feats about Yang Yu, further solidifying his determination to kill Yang Yu himself.
The Demon King’s every move was filled with disdain, as if he could easily grind Yang Yu into the ground whenever he pleased, yet at the tactical level, the Demon King always took Yang Yu seriously.
Before arriving here, the Deceitful Emperor had carefully watched Yang Yu’s battles and contemplated strategies against him.
The Demon King understood every skill and habit Yang Yu had showcased before them.
The red garment fluttered, shedding in mid-air, the effect of [Fury Blood] came to an end, but Yang Yu’s attacks continued unabated.
The sharp long sword swirled in blackness, coating the sword blade with deep black; Yang Yu’s long sword drew a pitch-black trajectory in the air and mercilessly chopped toward the Demon King’s head.
The Demon King slowly raised his hand, extending two fingers, positioning them along the drifting trajectory of the sword blade.
Before Yang Yu’s sword blade could touch the Demon King’s fingers, it seemed drunk, shaking as it bypassed the peak constructed by the Demon King’s fingers, slicing past the Demon King’s chest.
The Deceitful Emperor had intended to block the attack with those two fingers but was unexpectedly overturned.
Without a trace of embarrassment, the Deceitful Emperor’s two fingers pointed to the sky, a pitch-black small magic array formed at the Demon King’s fingertips:
"All your attacks are futile.
Even using such a must-kill skill has not harmed me at all.
Allow me to show you a glimpse of my power!"
On the black small magic array, a black vortex formed, spinning to absorb the surrounding magic power, transforming into a ping-pong ball-sized black sphere.
With views locked onto Yang Yu, the purple glow beneath the Deceitful Emperor’s helmet suddenly halted, completely locking onto Yang Yu.
In an instant, Yang Yu’s shoulders felt as if crushed under an immense weight, making it difficult for him to move.
With a flick of his arm, the Deceitful Emperor tossed the black sphere.
The black sphere flew to Yang Yu in a blink of an eye, and in the next second, suddenly expanded a thousand times, forming a gigantic black hole as tall as two stories, completely engulfing Yang Yu.
The fierce black energy exploded with a thunderous roar, unmatchable in speed.
The colossal boom echoed across the battlefield, and from the center of the explosion rose a towering mushroom cloud.
The watching demon clan soldiers and soldiers of the Wansheng Republic were chilled to the bone, knowing if they faced the Demon King’s magic, they would be reduced to ashes.
Could Yang Yu withstand the Demon King’s magic?
No one in their hearts had an answer.
The smoke had yet to disperse when Yang Yu’s figure swiftly emerged from the fiercely burning black flames.
To the astonishment of everyone, Yang Yu’s sharp sword blade pierced toward the Demon King’s chest.
"Relying on skills to significantly reduce damage and using his body to withstand it?
I recall there seems to be a record of it.
The Goddess’ Apostle, possessing a duller sense of pain than ordinary people.
Let’s bring out a bit more strength.
This is a very important battle, and I can’t leave too many embarrassments here.
The victory should be determined more decisively, like the way I used to be long ago."
For the first time, the Demon King adopted a dodging posture, lightly shifting his figure to the right, easily evading Yang Yu’s attack.
Black blade unsheathed, black lightning shone on the Demon King’s sword blade, slashing at Yang Yu’s neck.
Yang Yu raised his arm, and a strange stream of light flashed across the shield.
The Demon King’s attack changed position in mid-air, altering to slash toward Yang Yu’s chest.
The sound of "crackle" rang out as Yang Yu pressed the shield against his chest, blocking the Demon King’s strike.
Dense black lightning crawled like black snakes over Yang Yu’s shoulders, but Yang Yu’s [Reflective Coating] didn’t reflect the Demon King’s magic!
This meant that the magic the Demon King just used was a range magic.
The black electric currents pulsated wildly, Yang Yu became the center of the storm, as black lightning struck the ground like nails, hurling stones and constantly roaring.
Carrying the surging black lightning, Yang Yu shot out from the wild black thunder, red stabbing into his palm, directly heading for the Demon King.
The Deceitful Emperor clearly captured Yang Yu’s actions in his eyes.
As the black lightning completely exploded, Yang Yu threw away the shield from the explosion center, found a spot where the lightning spread slowly, and escaped unscathed.
Feeling a silent regret in his heart, the Deceitful Emperor wielded the sword single-handedly, blocking the orange-dyed blade of Yang Yu with controlled precision!
"[Dark Realm...]"
The Demon King hadn’t finished announcing the skill, when thousands of purple thorns broke through the earth, interweaving as they rushed toward the Demon King.
Pausing magic usage, black magic power formed rings from Deceitful Emperor’s feet to his head, constructing a special defense.
As Yang Yu’s purple thorns touched the Demon King’s black rings, they withered instantly, transforming back into the purest magic power.
Swiftly retreating, Yang Yu took several steps back, widening the distance from the Demon King.
The black rings covering the Demon King’s entire body suddenly spread, like circular blades cutting through the surroundings.
Yang Yu raised a new shield, the Illusion Shield rapidly expanded, four or five sharp rings scraped against it audibly, and the Illusion Shield shattered like glass.
Grass blades swirled up in the wind, while red light radiated from Yang Yu’s body, shooting out like a red bullet!
Yang Yu once again sensed that the enemy before him was extraordinary, something flashed through his mind once more.
Even though those thoughts had been thoroughly cleared from his mind, even though he should be firing on all cylinders now, those matters still uncontrollably flowed back into Yang Yu’s mind.
