Quick Wear Beauty

Within the Liao's sea of ​​consciousness, the demonic soul of Hu Bugui churned and fought fiercely, its malevolent energy almost breaking through the shackles of its physical body.

"Fox Never Returns, wait until I devour you and strengthen my demonic soul, then you'll realize how foolish your choice was!"

Liao has refined the Devouring Heaven Technique with his heart's blood for a thousand years, making its foundation far superior to that of Hu Bugui.

In just a few breaths, Hu Bugui's demon soul was torn to pieces by the fang, and a shrill scream exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness, but not a single sound could escape.

"You overconfident piece of trash! You dare to challenge me, the King!"

A hoarse growl escaped the fang's throat, its bloodshot eyes fixed on Bai Heng. Its right hand formed a claw, brimming with the remaining demonic power as it lunged forward. "Hand over the Demon King's Seal! I will grind you to dust!"

Without uttering a single wasted word, Bai Heng lightly touched the ground with his toes and moved like a ghost to the front of Liao. Demonic power surged in his palm, condensing into a sharp blade that gleamed with a cold light.

As Liao suppressed the remnant soul of Hu Bugui, his demonic power was in disarray, and the demonic core at his tailbone would bulge slightly with the vibration of his soul, creating a huge flaw in his defense.

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Bai Heng already knew his physical weaknesses like the back of his hand. Taking advantage of his distraction, he flashed behind him and precisely pierced the demon core aperture in his palm into his coccyx, directly shattering his demon core essence and causing him to lose all his power instantly, without even a chance to struggle.

Liao's movements suddenly froze, his pupils dilated sharply, filled with disbelief.

He looked down at the blade that had pierced through his back and through his torso; blood gushed out, soaking his clothes. "No...it's impossible...how could you know where my weak point is?"

Bai Heng exerted force with his wrist, suddenly pulled out the sharp blade, and with a backhand swing, severed the wolf's leg.

Fox Bugui panicked and tried to escape from Liao's sea of ​​consciousness: "No, I want to get out!"

"Don't think about it!"

Liao crashed heavily to the ground, his body convulsing violently. The remnant soul of Hu Bugui in his sea of ​​consciousness seized the opportunity to counterattack, but was completely crushed by the dying Liao with his last bit of strength.

"Bai Heng... I swear by the ancestors of the wolf clan, I curse..." Before Liao could finish speaking, Bai Heng delivered several more blows. Why should he listen to Liao's declaration of death?

The fang finally fell silent, its eyes wide open, dying with its eyes still open.

The remnant soul of Hu Bugui vanished with the death of Liao, without even a chance of reincarnation.

Bai Heng coldly stared at the two corpses lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He raised his hand to form a hand seal, and a cluster of pale purple strange fire ignited at his fingertips. The flame appeared weak, yet it carried the power to scorch mountains and boil seas.

The strange fire landed on the corpse, instantly igniting a raging inferno.

Amidst the ear-piercing crackling sounds, Liao and Hu Bugui's physical bodies turned to ashes at a visible speed, along with the remaining fragments of their demonic souls, which were burned to ashes, their souls scattered and never to be reincarnated.

Bai Heng stood quietly before the firelight. Thinking of his father, who had been refined by the demon and had no chance of reincarnation, a sense of powerlessness swept over him, leaving him without any joy.

Only when the flames were completely extinguished, leaving only charred ashes on the ground, did he slowly withdraw the strange fire.

The wind blew, and the ashes scattered, as if these two great demons who stirred up the demon realm had never existed.

"Father, people," Bai Heng's voice was low and hoarse, his knuckles gripping the Demon King's Seal turning slightly white, "Our great revenge has been achieved."

At the same time, deafening battle cries came from the direction of the royal city.

Bai Heng looked up and saw that the sky was already turning a pale white. His trusted men, whom he had already deployed, were leading the demon soldiers loyal to their former master in a general offensive towards the royal city.

Those who had once sided with the Liao were still asleep when their throats were slit by sharp blades; those wavering demon elders had not yet made a decision when they were surrounded and forced to kneel and surrender.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and pleas for mercy mingled together, echoing throughout the dawn.

Bai Heng first burned the Demon King Seal in his hand with a strange fire, then washed it several times with a cleansing spell. Only when he felt that the Demon King Seal was clean did he put it away.

He leaped into the air and flew towards the royal city.

The rising sun pierced through the clouds, casting a golden glow that stretched his shadow long and thin.

The old darkness has been burned away, and a new order for the demon realm will slowly unfold in his hands.