Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14016 Expedition

Each of them had their own plans. Regardless of the outcome of the battle between the Demon Sea and the Heavenly Abyss Temple, they all wanted to maximize their own interests and find their own foothold in the coming storm.

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, a crimson phoenix, its entire body radiating brilliant light, streaked across the heavens like a burning meteor.

The phoenix was elegant and agile, its wings spread wide, covering the sky like a burning cloud, turning the entire sky a fiery red.

Each flap of its wings unleashes a powerful storm of spiritual energy, which sweeps outwards like a surging tide.

The surrounding space was distorted and deformed by the storm, as if it were being kneaded at will by an invisible giant hand.

The flames on the phoenix burned fiercely, displaying a strange purple hue, a dreamlike color, yet containing boundless destructive power.

The temperature was extremely high, and wherever it passed, the air was ignited, crackling and popping as if the heavens and earth were trembling at this powerful force.

It sped off toward the Tianyuan Dynasty, leaving a long trail of flames behind it, like a magnificent ribbon that lingered in the sky for a long time.

On the back of the phoenix, which burned like flames and shone with dazzling light, the young demon king stood proudly at the forefront.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain peak, unmoved by the howling wind.

His eyes were as firm as steel, flashing with a sharp and cold light, as if they could pierce through layers of fog and reach the depths of the enemy's heart, revealing an aura of dominance and determination that said "I am the only one who can do this."

He was dressed in a black battle armor made of a special material, seemingly crafted from some mysterious metal, with a hard yet smooth texture.

The armor was inlaid with countless precious gems, some as red as fire, some as blue as ice, and some as green as jade. Each gem radiated a dazzling and captivating light, shining brightly in the sunlight, like the brilliant stars in the night sky, making him appear even more majestic and awe-inspiring, like a war god who had stepped out of mythology.

His long hair was blown about by the strong wind, flying wildly like a black waterfall, adding to his unruly and heroic air.

Behind him followed a group of top experts from the Demon Sea.

Each of them was agile and imposing, exuding a powerful aura that spread outwards like a surging tide, or like a cluster of brilliant stars shining with a unique light in the world, making them a force to be reckoned with.

To the left of the young demon king is the Peng demon king.

He was tall and imposing, with a stern face and eyes that revealed a sharpness like that of a hawk.

He wore ancient-looking claw gloves on both hands. The gloves were made of a peculiar material, seemingly crafted from the bones of some ancient mythical beast, and exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

The claws were covered with mysterious runes that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, like phantom flames flickering in the night sky, seemingly containing endless killing intent and terrifying power.

This is the Xuan Yin Claw, a treasure passed down through generations of the Demon Roc tribe. It is said that once activated, the temperature within a hundred miles will plummet, as if one has instantly fallen from the sweltering summer into a frozen wasteland. It can freeze all life, turning everything into ice sculptures and creating a desolate world.

To the right of the young demon king is the Flower Venerable.

She was graceful and beautiful, like a flower blooming in a secluded valley, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Holding a delicate jade bottle in his hand, the bottle was small and exquisite, with fine patterns carved on its body. Each pattern was delicate and meticulous, as if it were a work of art carefully sculpted by nature.

The bottle exudes an alluring fragrance, like an invisible thread spreading out, invigorating the senses and sweeping away all fatigue, filling one with boundless energy.

It is said that the elixir inside is the culmination of countless years of hard work by the Flower Fairy Tribe, embodying the wisdom and power of countless Flower Fairies.

These elixirs have miraculous effects, capable of bringing people back from the dead and helping them break through to higher realms. At crucial moments, they can often turn the tide of battle.

Beside the Roc Demon King stood a burly man, who was none other than the Bull Demon King.

His body was like a small mountain, with bulging muscles and explosive power.

Clad in thick, sturdy armor, covered in the marks of battle, each mark like a history book, recounting a thrilling fight and witnessing his past glory and honor.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand. The axe was broad and the blade was extremely sharp, gleaming with a cold light, as if it could easily cut through anything in the world.

The axe blade still bore the marks of battle and exuded a bloody aura, a testament to the blood of countless enemies.

This man is none other than the Bull Demon King of the Kui Niu tribe. His combat prowess is unparalleled in the Demon Sea. Every time he swings his battle axe, he can unleash a terrifying energy wave, which is like a surging tsunami, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, make the earth tremble, and make enemies tremble with fear.

Beside the Venerable Flower stood a woman dressed in white, with an ethereal air.

Her white robes, as pure and flawless as snow, fluttered gently in the breeze, like a white lotus blooming in the clouds, exuding an otherworldly aura.

She held a guqin in her hand. The guqin had a simple and elegant shape, and its body had smooth and beautiful lines, as if it were a work of art carefully sculpted by nature.

The strings are crystal clear, as pure as crystal and as supple as ice silk. With a gentle tremor, they can emit a captivating sonic attack.

She is the Peacock Queen of the Peacock Clan, who uses sound to fight enemies. Her methods are unpredictable and she is renowned throughout the Demon Sea.

Her piano playing is like a babbling brook or the song of a nightingale. Upon first listen, it can be intoxicating, as if one is in a dreamlike world, where all worries and fatigue are thrown to the winds and one is unable to extricate oneself.

However, this seemingly beautiful music actually conceals a deadly intent.

The moment she had a thought, the music suddenly changed, like a stampede of ten thousand horses, like a thunderbolt, instantly transforming into a sharp sonic blade, carrying a fierce momentum, attacking the enemy with lightning speed, capable of taking lives in an instant, leaving no room for defense.

At the tail of the phoenix, an old man sat cross-legged.

His hair was white as frost in winter, and his face was covered with wrinkles of time. Each wrinkle was like a history book, recording his past glory and vicissitudes.

But his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, piercing and bright, as if they could see through all illusions and understand the essence of all things in the world.

He is the Elephant Demon King of the War Elephant Tribe, possessing immense strength. Legend has it that he can easily lift a small mountain, and with a single stomp, he can make the earth tremble.