My Informative Cultivation Life

However, the distance between the two sides was sufficient for Lin Lu and the others to have enough time to leave.

But Lin Lu and Lan Zhen, seeing that the incoming demons were not a threat to them, did not leave; instead, Lin Lu took the initiative to attack.

"There are only eight Demon Kings; I will kill them," Lin Lu discerned the situation and threw the Soul Chasing Awl, comparable to a Dao Device, releasing a black light beam that streaked through the air, and in an instant, a swath of lower-tier demons fell.

Yang Ji's eyes narrowed slightly as he used his Divine Skills in secret to shatter the incoming black beams one by one.

Although these black beams were formidable and carried extraordinary power, the demons that shot them were weaker, so they could not harm them.

But in a moment, the black beams coming from the front grew larger and thicker, with an absurdly increased power, and in the blink of an eye, a Demon King at the rear was hit once while trying to block and immediately cried out in pain.

"Be careful, their eight leaders are making their move," a Demon King shouted.

"Attack, kill these demons!"

Lan Zhen let out a cold shout, and in a flicker, she transformed into a streak of light that charged forward.

Rolling Demonic Qi burst forth from within her, coursing over her body, emitting bursts of dark light.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Those black beams shooting her way were all blocked by her Demonic Qi shield, repelled by the formidable power automatically.

Indeed, as a half-step Quasi True Successor, her action instantly stabilized the situation.

Kill!

Seeing how strong Lin Lu and Lan Zhen were, several Demon Kings at the rear glanced at each other and also charged toward the lower-tier demons to get a share of the spoils.

They took out their Demonic Artifacts one after another, transforming into light beams, and dashed incredibly fast towards the Demon Marshals and Generals.

Bang bang bang!

Being Demon Kings after all, the lower-tier demons were far too weak compared to them, and the Demonic Artifacts met no resistance, immediately blasting many demons apart.

The few Demon Kings, overjoyed, began grabbing and collected quite a bit.

The Soul Chasing Awl from Lin Lu showed no delay as it plunged straight into the demon army, piercing through countless demons.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants; come out, Demon Kings," Lan Zhen seemed to find killing these lower-tier demons unsatisfactory and snorted coldly, suddenly throwing out the Soul Capturing Net, which instantly enlarged and ensnared a large number of demons, rapidly covering a Demon King.

As easy as scooping fish with a net, the Soul Capturing Net seemed to possess the ability to constrain space; from miles away, a Demon King was targeted and covered by the net in a moment of color changing terror.

With flickers of dark light, the Soul Capturing Net tightened into his body, causing his Demonic Qi to collapse, followed by his entire being cut into neatly eighteen blocks, like tofu.

Blood burst forth.

Those pieces of flesh could not transform into Demonic Qi to dissipate and reassemble, being constrained instead.

At that moment, the Demon King's face changed dramatically, realizing the dire situation.

Before the other seven Demon Kings could react, Lan Zhen swiftly withdrew the net, bringing back the constrained body of the Demon King and numerous lower-tier demons.

With just one move, Lan Zhen had slain a Demon King in an instant, truly remarkable.

Yang Ji was somewhat surprised; he had not expected the Soul Capturing Net to be so powerful. With this Net, Lan Zhen indeed had the strength to rank among the ordinary Quasi True Successors.

"The rest of you, come at me!" Lan Zhen suddenly looked toward the other seven Demon Kings.

Seeing Lan Zhen so dominant, the several Demon Kings who accompanied her were overjoyed, attacking even more frequently and with greater ease, and in no time, they blasted dozens more demons.

Yang Ji took action as well, taking the opportunity to capture many demons.

However, just as Lan Zhen was about to use the Soul Capturing Net to slaughter widely, an unexpected change occurred.

Whoosh!

Just then, a piercing sound of tearing through the air suddenly came from the group of demons.

At the same time, a black blade light carrying an unrivaled sharp aura, as if it had cleaved through the void itself, rose up, and charged towards Lan Zhen with a rapid and ferocious stance.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Lan Zhen was knocked back several miles, along with the net.

Where she had previously stood, a man in a black robe appeared, his brow marked with a black rune resembling a flame, adding a touch of nobility to his handsome features.

He smiled faintly, his body surging with unlimited sinister aura, the kind that even demons feared, the aura of darkness.

The man looked up at Lan Zhen and a strange, evil smile appeared on his face.

Then, he reached out with his right hand towards Lan Zhen, grabbing through the air.

What seemed like a casual grab shook the void itself, as rolling demonic Qi burst forth from his hand, instantly blanketing the heavens and enveloping everything around, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

The surging, mighty aura of darkness formed a giant palm, which came crashing down towards Lan Zhen from above.

The scene was shocking, with the huge palm shrouding an entire region of space.

The few Demon Kings on the ground were taken aback, as the boundless dark aura made them feel as if they had plunged into hell, their demon souls seeming to be blasted from their bodies.

"Arrogant!" Lan Zhen sensed the energy emanating from the man, merely a Demon King, and while her heart relaxed a bit, her face became grim as she saw the demonic palm attack. She was incensed by his previous sneak attack and now this contempt.

"Get lost!"

Lan Zhen, not thrown into disarray by the imminent danger, suddenly emitted an unparalleled surge of demonic Qi. Then the Soul Capturing Net in her hand unexpectedly transformed into a black Flying Sword, which in an instant, struck at the giant black hand.

Bang!

The moment they touched, the mountain-like giant palm dissipated like ripples in water.

"Huh? A low-grade demonic artifact? No, it's actually a damaged mid-grade demonic artifact. No wonder it could take one of my strikes."

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, as he felt unexpectedly that Lan Zhen could actually break through his black claw.

"Not bad to have taken one of my strikes," he said with a faint smile, speaking indifferently.

"Audacious scoundrel."

Lan Zhen's face flushed with anger, she, as a Quasi True Successor of the Demon Sect, when had she ever been so disregarded?

"Audacious scoundrel? I've heard many phrases similar to yours before, but after saying such words, they all died."

The man's tone remained soft and gentle, but the more nonchalant his words, the more terrifying they felt.

"Remember my name, I am called Mo Tao."

"Mo Tao?" Lin Lu's face was filled with shock, and he instinctively stepped back.

"What? He's Mo Tao, the notorious True Disciple of the demon realm; how could he come to the seventh layer? He has broken the rules agreed upon by both sides!"

"He's a Demon Monarch, how can he appear here?"

Hearing the name "Mo Tao," the group of Demon Kings burst into chaos, their fear unmistakable in their eyes.

"A Demon King? He's clearly a Demon King!" Yang Ji said, furrowing his brow.

"This is bad, Senior Sister, it seems we're more likely doomed than not now." The faces of several Demon Kings were gloomy as they looked at Lan Zhen, whose face also showed a deep seriousness.

"Hehe, I am merely a clone, still of the Demon King Realm, coming to the seventh layer doesn't break the rules set by both parties!"

Yang Ji remained as calm as usual, curiously assessing the black-robed man before him, who merely by his name could instill terror in his opponents—this was the true mark of a powerful person.

He felt a mysterious excitement and actually wanted to see what kind of Great Divine Powers Mo Tao could unleash.

Mo Tao, like a Supreme True Demon, once more conjured an even larger and more solid black claw in front of him, which instantly appeared above the heads of Lan Zhen and the others, descending upon them with a crushing blow.

Lan Zhen's forehead began to seep with sweat, and facing the abruptly enlarged black claw, she felt tremendous pressure.

Facing such a powerful adversary, she couldn't even flee for her life.

The enormous black claw arrived in an instant, filling everyone's hearts with unspeakable horror, the scent of death already hovering over them.

"We are all of the Demon King Realm, do not fear, let's defend together, do not back down," Lin Lu gathered his wits and shouted loudly.

Although they were also Demon Kings, they were far from Mo Tao's strength, their understanding of Divine Skills not even close.

Mo Tao's Qi locked onto all present, and if anyone dared to run, he would undoubtedly be the first to die.

As the gigantic black claw pressed down on them, with no escape possible, their only option was to fight desperately for a slim chance of survival.

They trembled as they realized there was no turning back; either way, it was death, so they launched fierce attacks at the black claw.

"Ants challenging the stars, struggling in your final moments, how interesting," Mo Tao said with a light laugh, "Little ones, such a delicious dessert, what are you waiting for?"

(There will still be only one chapter today, but more updates will begin tomorrow, I'll deliver on my word!)