Chapter 1117
The Final, Fatal Blow!
However, just when the two thought the matter was settled, the black-robed demon god suddenly unleashed an even more frenzied wave of demonic energy. Its body swelled violently, as if it were about to shatter the entire world. "You damned humans, how dare you force this god to this point!" the demon god roared like thunder, its eyes bloodshot and its entire being filled with madness.
"Sect Master, be careful!" Yang Ling warned sharply, while simultaneously retreating rapidly to avoid the demon god's out-of-control charge.
The sect leader reacted swiftly, unleashing his full immortal power to create a solid protective shield that enveloped the two. "Yang Ling, do not underestimate him! This demon god still has a trump card up his sleeve!"
Yang Ling nodded, gripping the Illusion Moon Sword tightly, his eyes as hard as iron. "Sect Master, I will continue to distract it. You find the right moment to deliver the final, fatal blow!"
"It's a deal!" the sect leader replied resolutely, his eyes filled with determination.
Amidst his rage, the black-robed demon god gradually regained some composure. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze swept fiercely over Yang Ling and the sect leader: "You mere ants dare to presume to shake me? You are still lacking in strength!"
Yang Ling gripped the Illusion Moon Sword tightly in his other hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his tone full of disdain: "Demon God, the more arrogant you are, the closer you are to your demise!"
The sect leader nodded slightly, his eyes half-closed, intently watching every subtle movement of the demon god: "Yang Ling, don't let its words disturb your mind. Steady your breathing and keep a close eye on its weaknesses."
Yang Ling nodded slightly, his eyes showing decisiveness: "Sect Master, I understand."
The black-robed demon god suddenly roared, his figure moving with lightning speed as he lunged at Yang Ling. His giant claw swung down from the air, unleashing a torrent of dark demonic power that swept across the land. Yang Ling shifted his stance, his figure blurring as he slashed through the air with his Illusion Moon Sword. The dazzling sword light collided violently with the demon god's giant claw, creating a deafening roar.
"Hmph, with such meager skills, you dare to fight me?" The black-robed demon god sneered, his demonic power surging endlessly, as if it would never run dry.
Yang Ling scoffed coldly, and the Illusion Moon Sword shone brightly, its sword energy crisscrossing and striking the Demon God's heart like a snake: "Demon God, your tortoise shell is not unbreakable!"
The sect leader was not to be outdone. His longsword shone with a dazzling light, like a rainbow piercing the sun. It shone brightly with Yang Ling's sword light, weaving together an impenetrable sword net that surrounded the demon god: "Yang Ling, let's join forces and attack its vital point!"
"Understood!" Yang Ling responded and moved, his immortal power gathering wildly within him. The light on the Illusion Moon Sword grew brighter and more dazzling as it pierced straight toward the heart of the Demon God.
A flicker of fear crossed the black-robed demon god's eyes, but it quickly regained its composure: "With your meager tricks, you dare to think you can kill me?" It suddenly opened its blood-red maw and spewed out an even thicker and more intense cloud of black poisonous mist, intending to engulf Yang Ling and the sect leader.
Yang Ling and the sect leader simultaneously raised their swords, their immortal light and sword energy intertwining and coalescing into an increasingly solid shield that firmly kept the mist outside. The demonic power contained within the mist was exceptionally ferocious, seemingly capable of devouring everything, but Yang Ling and the sect leader's shield remained as steady as a rock, completely unmoved.
"Demon God, your trick is no longer effective!" Yang Ling sneered, and the Illusion Moon Sword shone even brighter, like a shooting star chasing the moon, piercing straight for the Demon God's heart.
The black-robed demon god roared, his body trembling violently as his demonic power surged like a raging torrent, attempting to blast the two away. However, Yang Ling and the sect leader's sword light was like a net from heaven and earth, tightly binding the demon god's massive body, preventing him from breaking free.
"Sect Master, the time has come!" Yang Ling shouted, his Illusionary Moon Sword Light radiating in all directions, merging with the celestial rainbow on the Sect Master's longsword to form a terrifying sword beam that slashed fiercely towards the Demon God's heart. A hint of panic finally surfaced in the black-robed Demon God's eyes. He wildly swung his giant claws, attempting to block this fatal blow. But Yang Ling and the Sect Master's sword light pierced through the sky like meteors, easily penetrating all of the Demon God's defenses and striking directly into his heart.
"Ah—!" The black-robed demon god let out an extremely shrill scream, his huge body twisting wildly in mid-air, blood gushing out like a spring, and his demonic power dissipating in all directions.
"Yang Ling, don't give it a chance to breathe!" the sect leader urged loudly. His long sword shone with a rainbow-like light, intertwining with Yang Ling's Illusion Moon Sword Light once again, and descending upon the Demon God's heart once more.
The black-robed demon god roared repeatedly, struggling desperately within the sword net, but he could not break free from the two's relentless attacks. "Impossible! I am the black-robed demon god, how could I be defeated by you mortals!" the demon god roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"Demon God, your fate is sealed!" Yang Ling sneered, and the Illusion Moon Sword Light soared like a dragon across the heavens, echoing the sect master's sword aura, completely shattering the Demon God's heart.
Just when Yang Ling and the sect leader thought the situation was settled, an even more intense burst of demonic power suddenly erupted from the black-robed demon god's body. Its body swelled up instantly, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.
"Yang Ling, be careful!" the sect leader warned urgently, while retreating swiftly to avoid the demon god's brutal attack.
Yang Ling reacted swiftly, his immortal power surging wildly within him, condensing into a thick shield that firmly enveloped him and the sect leader. "Sect leader, we mustn't underestimate this enemy! This demon god still has a trump card up his sleeve!"
The sect leader nodded in agreement, gripping his longsword even tighter, his gaze as calm as iron: "Yang Ling, we must find its Achilles' heel before we can decide the fate of the world in one battle!"
Yang Ling took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming: "Sect Master, I'll distract it, and you can seize the opportunity to attack its heart!"
"Good!" the sect leader replied loudly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused intently on every subtle movement of the demon god.
Yang Ling's figure blurred as he charged towards the demon god once more. He swung his sword, the Illusionary Moon Sword Light rising like a dragon from the sea, aiming straight for the demon god's heart. But the demon god's defense remained as impenetrable as a fortress, and Yang Ling's attack failed to penetrate it even slightly.
"Hmph, ignorant brat, how dare you be so insolent before me!" The black-robed demon god sneered, exhaling an even denser cloud of black mist that enveloped Yang Ling and the sect leader. The demonic power within the mist was ferocious and incomparable, seemingly capable of devouring all living beings.
Yang Ling and the sect leader were trapped in the sea of fog, feeling the demonic power crashing against them like waves, threatening to crush them. They hurriedly channeled their immortal power, condensing it into two light swords, and desperately slashed at the thick fog. However, the fog was too dense, and the light swords could not disperse it.
"Sect Master, only by joining forces can we break through this fog barrier!" Yang Ling shouted, simultaneously channeling all his immortal power to create an even more dazzling azure light sword, which slashed fiercely at the fog wall. The Sect Master immediately cooperated, his longsword flashing like a rainbow, merging with Yang Ling's light sword to form an even stronger and more powerful sword beam, slashing down towards the center of the fog.
With a deafening roar, the thick fog was torn apart by the sword's edge, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted into the air. Yang Ling and the sect leader seized the opportunity to break through the fog barrier, once again facing the black-robed demon god head-on. (End of Chapter)