The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Mo Yuan was slightly startled, but quickly calmed down. He waved his arms, and the dark magic power turned into black shields, blocking the demonic shadows one after another.

"Hmph, Ling Xiuhan, in this Demon Realm, the strong are respected. You are too talented and are blocking my way, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce magical duel. Ling Xiuhan unleashed his full power, his magic changing unpredictably, sometimes transforming into a black storm, sometimes condensing into a giant demonic blade, frantically attacking Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan was not to be outdone. His dark magic was insidious and cunning. From time to time, he would launch sneak attacks from unexpected angles or set traps to try to trap Ling Xiu Han.

During the battle, Ling Xiu Han gradually calmed down and began to carefully observe Mo Yuan's attack rhythm and flaws.

He discovered that every time Mo Yuan launched a powerful attack, there would be a brief gap for his magic power to recover.

So, Ling Xiu Han deliberately exposed a flaw, pretending that his magic power was insufficient, leaving an opening.

Mo Yuan was fooled. Thinking that he had an opportunity, he immediately used his most powerful magic - the Dark Devouring Vortex.

A huge black vortex formed in front of him, emitting a powerful suction force and sweeping towards Ling Xiu Han.

Ling Xiu Han suddenly exerted his strength at this moment. He gathered all the magic power in his body into one point, turning it into a black laser and shooting straight towards Mo Yuan's chest.

Mo Yuan was horrified and wanted to dodge but it was too late. He could only watch the laser hit him.

"Ah!" Mo Yuan screamed as his body was blasted away by the laser and slammed heavily into a massive demonic rock. The demonic rock instantly collapsed, burying Mo Yuan.

Ling Xiu Han landed slowly on the ground. His face was pale and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still firm.

He looked at the place where Mo Yuan was buried vigilantly, not daring to relax at all, because he knew that Mo Yuan was not an opponent who could be easily defeated.

Ling Xiu Han stood in place. The magical fluctuations around him had not yet subsided. He could feel that Mo Yuan's breath, although weak, had not dissipated.

At this time, the sky of the Demon Realm was in chaos due to their battle. From time to time, strange lights flashed in the dark clouds, as if witnessing this life-and-death battle.

Ling Xiuhan took steady steps, slowly making his way towards the ruins of the Demonic Rock where Mo Yuan was buried. With every step, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if wary of his powerful magic, which had yet to be fully unleashed.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, rustling like a devilish eagle ready to strike again in the dark night.

As he approached the Demonic Rock, suddenly, a powerful dark force rose from the ruins into the sky, and Mo Yuan's figure appeared in front of Ling Xiu Han again.

His body was covered in dust and blood, but his eyes became even more ferocious.

"Ling Xiu Han, do you think you can defeat me like this? Too naive!" Mo Yuan roared.

Ling Xiuhan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. "Mo Yuan, you are just struggling to survive. Today is the day you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and the dark magic power around him surged like a boiling black tide.

Mo Yuan did not dare to delay. He waved his hands, and the dark magic power gathered in front of him into a huge black sphere. From the sphere came faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The two charged at each other again, this time with even greater force. Ling Xiuhan's black laser and Mo Yuan's dark sphere collided in mid-air, emitting a deafening explosion.

The powerful impact instantly turned the surrounding magic rocks into powder, and the spreading magic ripples were like circles of black waves, spreading out in all directions.

Taking advantage of the impact of the explosion, Ling Xiu Han flashed and appeared behind Mo Yuan like a ghost.

A black magic sword condensed in his palm, with a cold light flashing on the sword, and he stabbed towards Mo Yuan's back without hesitation.

Mo Yuan sensed the danger behind him and dodged to the side, but was still scratched on the arm by the magic sword. Black blood splattered on the ground, instantly corroding small pits.

"You despicable villain, you actually attacked me by surprise!" Mo Yuan roared angrily.

Ling Xiuhan laughed heartily. "In the Demon Realm, there are only winners and losers. How can there be such a thing as despicable?"

His laughter echoed in the empty Demon Realm, full of arrogance and arrogance.

Mo Yuan knew that he could no longer hold back. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood merged into the dark magic, and his body began to mutate.

His muscles swelled, a layer of black scales appeared on his skin, his eyes turned blood red, and he seemed to have transformed into a demon from hell.

"Ling Xiu Han, taste the power of my demonic transformation!" Mo Yuan's voice became low and hoarse, full of endless deterrence.

Ling Xiu Han looked at Mo Yuan's transformation and felt a slight chill in his heart, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He held the magic sword horizontally in front of him, muttering something, and the magic sword instantly decomposed into countless black sword shadows, slowly rotating around his body.

"Come on, Mo Yuan, no matter what you become, I can kill you!"

Mo Yuan lunged at Ling Xiuhan like a raging beast. Every step he took crushed the ground beneath his feet, and his massive black claws swung in a whirring sound.

Ling Xiuhan remained calm, manipulating the surrounding sword shadows to meet the enemy. Like a flock of black birds, the sword shadows nimbly weaved between Mo Yuan's attacks, occasionally leaving tiny wounds on his body.

During the fierce battle, Ling Xiuhan discovered that although Mo Yuan's strength had greatly increased, his speed had decreased. He seized the opportunity and concentrated all his magic power, converging all the sword shadows into a huge black lightsaber.

The lightsaber radiated a dazzling black light, seemingly capable of devouring everything. Ling Xiuhan grasped the lightsaber with both hands, leaped high, and slashed down with all his might towards Mo Yuan's head.

Mo Yuan raised his head, a hint of fear in his eyes, but it was too late to dodge. The lightsaber struck him directly on the head with a deafening roar.

Mo Yuan's body was split in half by the lightsaber, and black blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling onto the surrounding land.