Chapter 43: The True Body of Pangu's Great Witchcraft
Yang Le understood the cause and effect, then said to Demon Emperor: "This is not right, you are a demon lord after all, bullying the weak with your power, committing robbery and murder, and taking advantage of women and children. Your face is really thick, it seems that I will have to spread the word in the vast wilderness from now on."
The evil emperor was ridiculed by Yang Le, his face changing colors constantly, the purple and green skin trembling with rage, he let out a loud roar, and suddenly the space within a hundred million miles around him froze, everyone felt an omnipresent power sealing off the surrounding space, making it extremely difficult to move.
Suddenly, the evil emperor vanished from his original position and thrust out a fist in the space less than one zhang away from Yang Le, charging towards Yang Le's body. Everything was so swift that it was like a thunderclap, and before you could cover your ears, the attack had already reached within an inch of Yang Le's body.
The many goddesses couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and even Yun Tian, Qing Feng, Ming Yue, Xiao Yu'er and the others couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat.
At this critical moment, Yang Le's body suddenly shook violently, and the space lock around him immediately dissipated. The spatial fluctuations were like waves, constantly surging and reverberating in all directions.
"Roar!" Yang Le let out a loud bellow, and an endless aura burst forth, that ancient mysterious breath enveloping the entire sky, his right fist suddenly swinging out.
"Ka" "Ah", two consecutive sounds echoed clearly under the oppressive sky.
The evil emperor suddenly retreated, flashing several times in a row, standing thousands of miles away with an expression of extreme shock.
At this moment, the evil emperor had none of his earlier arrogant and overbearing demeanor. His right hand was twisted in an unnatural way, and the fragments of his Spirit Treasure-level treasured clothes were torn to shreds, hanging on his body and fluttering in the wind.
The Evil Emperor's body could be said to have risen to a towering giant wave, and his supreme demon body had undergone billions of years of tempering by demonic powers, comparable to the peak of top-grade spiritual treasures. Only some parts of the bodies of heavenly and earthly divine beasts and ferocious beasts known for their physical strength, such as horns and claws, could compare to acquired spiritual treasures. It can be said that the Evil Emperor often took pride in his own supreme demon body.
But unexpectedly, this ordinary-looking young man was defeated in his hands. As he knew it, even if other quasi-saint-level existences used the law to temper their bodies, they could only barely enter the hardness of the postnatal spiritual treasure.
The Evil Emperor looked at the harmless-looking young man in front of him, although he was surprised by his physique, which was comparable to a postnatal spiritual treasure. However, he also confirmed that this young man had not reached the quasi-saint level, and with his spatial attainments, he could come and go as he pleased.
Without any worries, the evil emperor felt an unprecedented sense of shame, comparable to the dignity of a pre-heavenly demon god, being defeated by him and having his right hand severed, severely damaging his image. Suddenly, a sinister and ruthless aura emerged in his eyes.
At the thought, the precious garment immediately returned to its original state, only its color had dulled significantly. A surge of magic flowed through his right arm and after a long while, he tightly grasped his now fully healed right hand. The Evil Emperor vanished into thin air in the surrounding space.
Yang Le's vast perception continued to search, but couldn't find the Emperor of Evil anywhere. Suddenly, a sense of danger emerged, "Ding Ding" two sharp sounds of gold and stone colliding, two transparent spatial blades pierced through the air with a crashing sound.
Then, the layered space continued to compress towards Yang Le, with extremely strong pressure causing the air to burst and crackle constantly. Spatial fissures and spatial wrinkles appeared one after another, it seemed that the Evil Emperor wanted to manipulate space to crush Yang Le into a pulp.
Feeling the infinite spatial pressure around him, even the powerful Pangu's true body was somewhat unbearable. Yang Le knew he couldn't continue like this. Yang Le let out a loud roar, his body constantly growing larger, pushing open the layers of space around him. A hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang... The Evil Emperor hiding in the spatial layer looked at Yang Le's growing body with some alarm, and finally reached a height of one million zhang up and down. Those layers of space couldn't withstand the massive tearing force as Yang Le expanded, and they shattered one after another.
Yang Le's small world unfolded, and everything within a radius of 200 billion li was under his control. He easily discovered the evil emperor hiding in the spatial layer.
Yang Le threw a punch at the space layer where Xie Di was hiding, "Boom", the layers of space shattered one after another, and the spatial fissures cracked open everywhere. Xie Di, who had no time to dodge, fled out of it in disarray.
The Evil Emperor couldn't understand how Yang Le had seen through his hiding place, and seeing Yang Le's iron fist the size of a mountain peak coming at him again, the space around him solidified for a moment. However, the Evil Emperor simply shook lightly, and his body was already thousands of miles away. The original space was fragmented and chaotic, with turbulent flows raging wildly.
The evil emperor's dark energy surged, covering the sky and earth, suppressing this vast expanse to the point of suffocation. Yang Le suddenly felt that this small world he controlled seemed to have lost control over space, and mobilizing spatial energy was extremely difficult.
"Space Storm", the Evil Emperor let out a loud roar, and his magic power surged violently. The space within billions of miles seemed to be like a rootless water lily, with spatial cracks spreading all over the sky, and the spatial layers were also constantly fluctuating, becoming more and more intense, until the space shattered, and spatial fragments shot out in all directions.
Innumerable spatial fragments form one after another spatial storm, sharp spatial fragments wreak havoc everywhere, piercing sounds constantly, revealing the incomparably dark void that permeates the entire sky.
The people behind him, such as Yun Tian and others, took out the Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure and Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure to release a five-colored light shield, enveloping everyone.
Space shards and chaotic space energy slammed into Yang Le's body like a tsunami, with a deafening roar that shook the heavens. After the shockwave passed, Yang Le emerged with taut muscles and sharp eyes. The scattered spatial fragments struck his Pan Gu Great Witch Body with a series of metallic clangs, sending sparks flying everywhere, making him look particularly striking and majestic under the somewhat dark sky.
Seeing that the defensive light shields of the people behind him couldn't last much longer, Yang Le decided to end the battle quickly.
At the thought, a long-unseen congenital divine soldier, the Great Golden Knife, appeared in Yang Le's hand. The Great Golden Knife suddenly enlarged to 500,000 zhang and shone brightly in the dim environment, making Yang Le look like a golden-armored god descending into the mortal world.
With both hands gripping the Golden Blade tightly, using all his strength, a simple yet powerful slash was unleashed towards the Evil Emperor.
A golden light, a hundred million feet high and extremely fast, stretched out like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky. All space fragments and space storms along the way were annihilated as soon as they came into contact with the brilliant golden light. In an instant, it arrived in front of the Evil Emperor, whose shocked expression revealed his current terrified state.
A silent, ten-mile-wide, hundred-million-mile-long expanse of inky blackness unfolded before the crowd. The space storm also gradually subsided.
A collective gasp of cold air, and everyone was stunned by this shocking scene, unable to turn around for a while.
Yang Le put away the Golden Blade and returned to his original form, watching as the space healed under the Cosmic Origin Laws. The entire sky was completely free of any trace of the Evil Emperor.
Yang Le could not think that Xie Di was dead, he is absolutely not so simple.
Yang Le's eyes emitted two beams of golden light, scanning the surrounding space. The Yuanshen Forge Knife also emitted a subtle and mysterious wave that scanned the surroundings.
Meng Di, Yang Le appeared behind the crowd in the blink of an eye, and with a punch forward, "Ka" a series of dull sounds of broken bones, a burst of fresh blood sprayed out, and a slightly damaged shield fell to the ground. A mournful and venomous voice kept echoing in the night sky: "Our alliance will not let you go..." Then it was silent.
Yang Le looked around the small world domain and found that there was no longer any sign of him, it seemed that this evil emperor had already escaped. Although Yang Le wanted to keep him, he didn't have the power to do so, especially when facing a demon lord who mastered spatial laws, Yang Le didn't have any confidence in keeping him, of course, without revealing his trump card.
"Whooshing" sounds of several streams of light flew in, and some gods from the surrounding areas who felt terrified by the battle came rushing over. Yang Le and Ba Ren Shen Jun and Man Huang Yao Zun exchanged greetings, and nodded to the other gods as a greeting.
After a simple conversation, the gods saw that they couldn't get anything out of him and successively bid farewell to return.
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