Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 52 The Holy Moon Arrives, the Demon God Retreats!
The three words are like three volcanoes about to erupt.

It contained a terrifying will capable of burning everything to ashes, and locked onto that crimson-gold figure.

Dark red flames shot into the sky from An Luoxian's demonic body.

They transformed into ferocious fire dragons, swirling and roaring.

The temperature on the entire battlefield rose sharply under this rage, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a sizzling sound.

He, Anluo Xian, one of the seventy-two demon gods under the Demon Emperor, when had he ever suffered such a humiliation?
In front of him.

A seventh-tier "ant" in his eyes not only dodged his fatal blow, but also instantly killed the eighth-tier demon god he brought with him.

This is a disgrace not just to him, a demon god, but to the entire demon race.

however.

Just as An Luo was gathering his strength, preparing to disregard all costs to reduce Li Hao to ashes.

A voice as cold as ice, without warning, rang out in the center of the battlefield, like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing his raging fury.

"He deserves to die? How come I didn't know?"

Before he could finish speaking, a slender but tall gray figure appeared like a ghost between Li Hao and the enraged An Luoxian.

The man was dressed in a simple gray robe, with a thin face and white hair and beard.

His eyes, however, shone with an astonishing brightness, as if they contained the birth and death of stars.

Simply by standing there casually, he created his own world, easily isolating An Luoxian's incomparably violent demonic pressure.

It did not exude any earth-shattering momentum.

An Luoxian's enormous demonic body suddenly stiffened, and his pupils abruptly shrank to the most dangerous pinpoints.

"Holy...Holy Moon!"

An Luo practically spat out the name through gritted teeth, and the anger on his ferocious lion face vanished instantly.

Instead, a complex expression of horror, fear, and disbelief appeared on his face.

"Damn it, how did that old guy get here so fast!"

An Luo roared inwardly, but his feet betrayed him, instinctively retreating dozens of steps to create what he considered a safe distance.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the blue demon god Xier, who had just gotten up from the ground and was still terrified by Sai Gong's death, was still there.

The moment they saw that gray figure, they were terrified out of their wits.

It scrambled and rolled, moving faster than a rabbit, and quickly hid behind An Luoxian's massive body.

It only dared to peek out half its head, peering out with its cold, serpentine eyes in fear.

The two demon gods had completely lost their previous arrogance and domineering manner, looking exactly like two mice that had encountered their natural enemy.

The newcomer was none other than the Lord of the Assassin's Temple.

Holy Moon!

Saint Moon's calm, unwavering eyes swept indifferently over An Luoxian.

He glanced again at Xier, who was trembling behind him, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

"What, you've stopped shouting? Where did that energy you had that wanted to burn the sky down go?"

An Luo's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his fear and growled in a low voice, his voice trembling with fear, "Holy Moon! Don't be so smug!"

"This boy killed my demon god! This is an irreconcilable hatred! When His Majesty arrives in person, he will surely raze your Demon Exorcism Pass to the ground!"

"Oh? Waiting for Fengxiu to arrive?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yue smiled instead of getting angry and took a small step forward.

"Then I'll send the two of you down first to scout the way for him."

This step, though seemingly slow, appeared as if it had overcome the barrier of space, instantly appearing before An Luoxian.

A shadow of death, like a persistent, insidious disease, clung tightly to An Luoxian.

"withdraw!"

An Luo was terrified and dared not hesitate for even a moment.

With a roar, the intact giant fist slammed forward.

Boundless fiery magic erupted from the tip of his fist, instantly erecting a dark red wall of fire tens of meters high in front of him.

Countless wronged souls wailed within the wall of fire, attempting to block the Holy Moon's view and footsteps.

He himself, however, took advantage of this recoil.

Its massive body transformed into a streak of light, fleeing madly towards the demon camp without looking back.

"Escape? Where do you think you can escape to in front of me?"

Saint Moon snorted coldly, her figure moving like a wisp of smoke, completely ignoring the wall of fire powerful enough to melt gold and iron. In a single step, she traversed hundreds of meters, appearing behind An Luoxian.

Fingers pointing together like a sword.

A condensed gray sword beam, silent yet carrying a sharp killing intent capable of severing reincarnation, pierced straight towards An Luoxian's vital point in the back.

quick! too fast!
Anluo couldn't even turn around to block the attack when he got close!

At the critical moment of life and death, this ninth-tier demon god also showed his decisive and ruthless side.

"Holy Moon, how dare you?!"

An Luo roared angrily, but instead of dodging or avoiding, he did not dodge.

Instead, he flung his left arm, which had been slashed by Li Hao, backward and took the initiative to meet the deadly gray sword light.

"puff--!"

A muffled thud, and blood splattered.

Anluo's thick lion arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, the wound as smooth as a mirror.

Not a drop of blood was shed; all life and demonic energy were instantly annihilated by the gray sword light.

"what!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Anluo let out a muffled groan, but his massive body did not falter in the slightest.

Instead, it used the force of the slash to escape even faster, and in the blink of an eye, it became a small black dot on the horizon.

"To cut off an arm to survive? That makes him quite the ruthless hero."

"What a pity, a demon god is still a demon god!"

Saint Moon watched as the severed arm fell to ashes in mid-air, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Saint Moon originally intended to continue the pursuit and wipe them out completely.

But when he caught a glimpse of the Holy Spirit Heart, who was struggling to stay upright, not far behind him, out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward to the ground, losing consciousness.

He frowned and immediately stopped his pursuit.

Compared to a severely injured ninth-tier demon god, the safety of her own son was clearly more important.

The Holy Moon withdrew its remaining light.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, landed on the spot where the Azure Demon God Xi'er had been standing.

"Since the big one ran away, I'll take my anger out on you, the little one."

However, when he looked around, he found that all that remained was a scene of devastation.

That slippery blue demon god had already taken advantage of the moment when he was chasing An Luoxian and An Luoxian cut off his arm to save his life.

Without even saying goodbye, they slipped away silently without a trace, leaving not a single breath behind.

"Hmph, these little devils, they're all quite good at escaping, and their ability to assess situations is even more superb!"

Saint Moon snorted coldly, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face.

He then flashed to the side of Holy Spirit Heart and bent down to check his injuries.

At this moment, Li Hao removed the Illusionary Scale Armor from his body.

The crimson-gold armor transformed into specks of light, which then flowed back into his chest.

His face, slightly weary from the battle, was revealed, yet still exuding a commanding presence.

He strode up to Sheng Yue, clasped his hands in greeting, and bowed.

"Thank you for your timely intervention, senior. Otherwise, I fear the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Saint Moon raised her head, glanced at him, shook her head, and spoke in a flat tone.

"No need to flatter me. Even if I hadn't come, with the power of your strange armor, it wouldn't have been difficult for you to leave An Luoxian's hands unscathed."

He paused, his sharp eyes scanning Li Hao up and down as if trying to see right through him.

After a long pause, a hint of approval appeared on his face.

"Old Qiu has really taken on an extraordinary disciple. You're much better than he was back then."

"Senior is so complimentary."

Li Hao made a modest remark, then turned his gaze to the still chaotic battlefield in the distance, his eyes rekindling with a fierce fighting spirit.

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries with Saint Moon, he had a sudden thought, and once again donned the magnificent and sacred Illusionary Scale Armor.

"Senior, I'm entrusting the Chief of Staff to you. Leave those small fry to me!"

(End of this chapter)