Ling Xiao's body hadn't changed much.
It was still his body, only his eyes and hair had become peculiar.
Long silver-white hair swayed in the wind.
Two blood-red Mo Yan eyes, intimidating all living beings.
"That guy's gone mad, he's actually willing to be possessed by the Demon King, willing to become the Demon King's puppet, just to kill us all!"
In terms of insight, that Imperial Martial Artist was definitely formidable.
He could see Ling Xiao's current situation all at once.
But what good does knowing do?
Does knowing enable you to win?
Knowing only makes you more terrified.
Because what they have to face is no longer a Genius Martial Artist, but a true Demon King.
A demon being crossing the void to arrive in the Mysterious World.
This demon being has its own awareness, its own abilities.
How could they possibly be a match?
At this moment, they would almost rather Ling Xiao could control this power, so at least the Demon King wouldn't be able to act recklessly.
Of course, this was just their hope.
Ling Xiao was not a reckless person.
Though he also took risks, he always strove to be well-prepared for every venture.
This time, he had made thorough preparations.
In fact, since the giant shadow sealed the Seven Great Demon Kings in his body, he had been thinking about how to use this immense energy. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
After all, such power, left unused, would indeed be a waste.
Today, when facing a formidable enemy, he finally found his chance.
The opponent was very strong, so he could use the opponent's strength to weaken the Demon King's power.
In reality, to be on the safe side, he only released the First Sky Demon King, the other six were not released, for fear of losing control and becoming a full-fledged puppet.
Never underestimate the consciousness of the Demon King.
Though split into seven, each one remains immensely powerful.
Even though Ling Xiao was not completely controlled by the First Sky Demon King's consciousness at this moment, he had already been affected.
In his Mo Yan eyes, there was utter coldness, viewing all beings as mere blades of grass.
"You want to kill me?"
Ling Xiao opened his mouth and said coldly.
His voice was very strange.
Partly his own, partly seemingly the Demon King's voice.
A mixture of dual voices.
One authoritative and overbearing.
This voice enveloped all the Sky Demon Cultists' hearts with a terrifying shadow they couldn't escape from.
Indeed, they wanted to kill Ling Xiao.
But now, could they really kill Ling Xiao?
"Sacrifice, offerings!"
A chilling and disdainful voice emerged from Ling Xiao's mouth.
In the sky, dark clouds rolled.
The entire world was filled with an unsettling aura of death.
Ling Xiao's hand lifted gently.
The enormous silhouette behind him, hundreds of meters tall, raised its hand as well.
The sky seemed to be covered by this palm.
And then, Ling Xiao's hand pressed down lightly.
The gigantic shadow pressed its hand down as well.
As if a dark sky was collapsing, black lightning roared in the void.
Those standing near Ling Xiao had no intention to resist at all.
The terrifying Devil Intent truly gave them the desire to willingly sacrifice themselves.
Of course, there were those who resisted.
Two experts at the Yin-Yang Realm Fourteenfold, after all, were tougher than others.
Their willpower temporarily resisted the erosion of Devil Intent.
The two joined forces, channeling all their energies into a heaven-shaking strike.
The massive palm disintegrated, like a dark cloud.
They revealed joyful smiles.
However, this joy perhaps lasted less than a few seconds.
The dark cloud gathered, the heaven-covering hand reformed, and then it descended irresistibly.
The two experts dared not linger for even a moment, turning and darting deeper into the Demon Mountain.
However, in the darkness surrounding them, not even with their vision, could they accurately determine the direction.
They could only scurry like headless flies.
The heaven-covering hand had not yet descended, but the terrifying pressure had already caused those closest to Ling Xiao to explode.
This Demonic Qi was truly too terrifying.
The First Sky Demon King was indeed a true Demon King, though it consumed a lot passing through the Spatial Tunnel.
Yet a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Furthermore, staying within Ling Xiao's body only made him stronger.
Death awoke some from their stupor.
They did not want to die!
They all joined the Sky Demon Sect with their own reasons.
Or to wield power and authority!
Or simply because they fancied a certain woman!
In short, they still had worldly attachments, how could they willingly become offerings to this Demon King?
Someone shouted, prompting those not yet dead to flee afar.
They knew all too well that Ling Xiao, now possessed by the Demon King, was not someone they could defeat.
At this moment, they had no choice but to flee.
However, the heaven-covering giant hand finally struck the ground.
The entire Demon Mountain shook, emitting thunderous sounds.
Cracks appeared all over the Demon Mountain.
These cracks chased the fleeing Sky Demon Cultists.
Beneath the enormous hand, a dozen or so martial artists from the Sky Demon Sect were swatted to death like mosquitoes.
Martial Artists caught by the cracks did not escape either.
Amid terrified screams, black lightning injected into their bodies, instantly turning them into charcoal.
Panic continued to spread.
The martial artists of the Sky Demon Sect felt as if they weren't fighting a human martial artist.
What they were facing, was the supreme, awe-inspiring Demon King.
Devastation and destruction, bloodthirsty and merciless!
Everything in his icy eyes was like mere blades of grass.
A martial artist turned his head and saw the massive crack was right behind him.
He screamed in horror.
But he couldn't change his fate.
He was swallowed by the huge crack, feeling his body pierced by terrifying lightning, losing consciousness in terror.
Ling Xiao could not let an enemy escape.
It wasn't that he was bloodthirsty, but because the secrets of the Seven Great Heavenly Demon Kings and Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit must be kept well.
If revealed, the trouble they would attract might really be more than he could bear.
He knew very well, unless he completely gave his body over to the Seven Great Heavenly Demon Kings, there were still many on the White Tiger Continent who could kill him.
Obviously, he would not truly be controlled by this demon being.
He wanted to utilize the demon being, to control this power!
In the pitch-black night sky.
Only two martial artists remained, fleeing desperately.
One was the Imperial expert from the Tianhai Empire.
Another was the newcomer, an expert at the Yin-Yang Realm Fourteenfold Pinnacle.
At this moment, he no longer had the invincible aura he had upon arrival.
He truly appeared as embarrassed as a defeated soldier.
Pathetic like a mouse fleeing desperately.