Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14042 The Might of the Young Demon King
In this critical moment, although Ling Xiao loathed the young demon king, he also knew that only by uniting as one could there be a glimmer of hope.

At the same time, Ling Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, which merged into the Heavenly Demon Array Plate.

The array plate emitted a strong light, and beams of black energy shot out from it, colliding with the white holy light.

The young demon king brandished his sword, its blade shimmering with multicolored light, and streaks of sword energy, like dragons emerging from the sea, rushed toward the white holy light.

Green Spirit was also helping out. She moved her hands quickly while chanting incantations, and beams of green light shot out from her hands, merging into the spells of Ling Xiao and the young demon king.

However, the white-clad man was far too powerful, and although their resistance had some effect, it was of little use.

The white holy light continued to approach, their hair was blown by the gale, and their clothes fluttered in the wind. In this turbulent space, they were like two small boats struggling to move forward in a stormy sea, and they could be swallowed up by the surging waves at any moment.

Ling Xiao stood steadily on the precariously suspended rock, which trembled slightly amidst the surging energy fluctuations, as if it might fall at any moment.

He was dressed in a plain-colored robe, the hem of which was being violently lifted by the invisible yet extremely powerful energy flow in the air, fluttering loudly as if playing a tragic prelude to the fierce battle to come.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the black-robed demon king beside him, who was surrounded by a thick black mist.

The black mist was like a living ghost, constantly changing shape, sometimes like a ferocious demon baring its fangs and claws, sometimes like a serpentine snake flicking its tongue.

Ling Xiao's eyes held a hint of wariness, after all, this young demon king was both righteous and evil, and his style of doing things was unpredictable.

But the situation was critical, leaving him no time to hesitate. So he said in a deep voice, "Young Demon King, there's no need for further words with such a delusional person! Just take action and suppress him!"

His words betrayed his barely concealed anxiety; his brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew all too well how terrifying the man in white was; his strength was unfathomable, and his methods were endless.

If you are not careful in this battle, you will fall into an abyss of no return. Not only will you lose your life, but those around you will also suffer annihilation.

The black-robed young demon king nodded slightly, a very small movement, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

His scarlet vertical pupils, like two burning flames of blood, flickered with an eerie and terrifying light in the darkness, fixedly locked onto the white-clad man a hundred meters away.

The man in white radiated a holy white light, like a god descending to earth, which contrasted sharply with the demonic aura of the young demon king.

The demonic energy surrounding the young demon king was like boiling black water, constantly surging and condensing, emitting a sizzling sound that made one's teeth ache, as if countless wronged souls were howling in pain.

In an instant, the aura emanating from the young demon king suddenly changed, and a terrifying demonic power soared into the sky.

His figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it, leaving only a faint black afterimage.

The afterimage flickered with an eerie purple light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, or perhaps a summons from the depths of hell, carrying with it an aura of endless evil and death.

Zheng!
A dark purple sword beam tore through the void like lightning, its sound crisp and sharp, like a death knell from hell.

Wherever the sword light passed, space shattered like a broken mirror, with black cracks spreading through the air, as if the world had been torn open with wounds.

Dark purple runes flowed across the sword's edge; these runes were ancient and mysterious, as if they contained endless secrets.

Each time the rune flashed, it triggered a spatial tremor, distorting and deforming the surrounding air to form huge vortexes.

The sword light was so fast that it distorted the surrounding light, forming spiral patterns of light, as if it controlled time and space.

Almost the instant the sword light appeared, the dark purple light seemed to come from the deepest hell, tearing through space with endless coldness and killing intent.

The man in white instantly became alert, and a layer of shimmering white shield suddenly appeared around him. This shield seemed to be condensed from the purest moonlight in the world, and its surface was engraved with ancient and mysterious golden array patterns.

The array patterns were fluid yet complex and unpredictable, radiating a sacred and peaceful light, forming a stark and intense contrast with the dark purple sword light—one was holy, the other malevolent.

The man in white reacted extremely quickly, shooting backward like an arrow released from a bow.

His movements were light yet incredibly swift, his white hair dancing wildly behind him, each strand seemingly containing boundless power, drawing sharp trajectories in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he had traversed a thousand meters, leaving behind a dazzling white light that resembled a bright galaxy, standing out prominently in the dark sky.

However, the purple sword light clung to the white-robed man like a persistent leech.

The sword light flashed with a cold, eerie glow, moving at incredible speed, constantly colliding with the white-robed man's shield.

Each collision sparked dazzling sparks, like brilliant fireworks, yet carrying terrifying energy fluctuations that spread wildly in all directions.

The surrounding air was thrown into chaos by this energy, forming huge vortexes and whistling winds.

The man in white had a solemn expression as he rapidly formed hand seals, his fingers moving nimbly like butterflies flitting among flowers.

He muttered incantations, and with each syllable he uttered, the surrounding space would tremble, as if the heavens and earth were responding to his call.

As the incantation was completed, countless golden runes burst forth from his palm like a flood breaking through a dam.

These runes emitted a blazing light, growing larger and intertwining in the air until they finally formed a massive golden net.

This giant net is so vast that it seems to encompass the entire world.

Liquid golden light flowed across the giant net, like flowing magma, radiating a chilling pressure.

A resolute glint flashed in the white-robed man's eyes as he manipulated the giant golden net to envelop the sharp sword light, attempting to trap it.

But the next second!
boom! !

The violent explosion was like the roar of the beginning of chaos, deafening, as if it would shatter the entire world.

The sound shook the mountains for miles around, causing the trees on the mountains to bend and fall.

Some of the more fragile mountainside sections even burst open, turning into a cloud of dust, like a gray rain.

The man in white was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string by the terrifying force of the explosion.

His body tumbled uncontrollably in the air, his face as pale as paper, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the blood standing out starkly against his white clothes.