Deep Pool of the Blood Sea (Part 2)

With just this single wave of assault, more than half of his subordinates were killed or wounded. Xue Ying roared in fury:
— Shadow Demon remnants! If you have the courage, face me in open combat! What kind of skill is it to hide in the shadows and launch sneak attacks?

— Little brat, let this king entertain you.

The voice resounded as if right next to Xue Ying's ear. A sharp, deadly aura struck directly at the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end and sending a chill through his entire body.

Xue Ying was indeed a Soul Transformation stage powerhouse; his reaction was extremely swift. Stepping forward, he forcibly tore open space. He attempted to traverse space to teleport far away before deciding whether to fight or flee. However, he was somewhat naive. The one who had ambushed him was none other than the renowned powerhouse of the Shadow Demon Clan, the former Lord of the Abyss, the Shadow Demon King. The Shadow Demon King was known as the King of Assassins; it was said that to this day, no one had ever escaped his assassination. Of course, he would not be foolish enough to assassinate a powerhouse protected by layers of guards.

— Sshhh!

A half-illusory, half-real blade edge tore open a gash on Xue Ying's back. Blood splattered as another silent, sharp small spike pierced through Xue Ying's protective energy, entering directly from his back and tearing his heart apart.

How tenacious was the life force of a Soul Transformation powerhouse? Even under such an absolutely fatal attack, Xue Ying still let out a wild roar. He spun around, swinging his heavy Wolf-toothed Mace. A powerful force erupted as the mace, over ten zhang long and seemingly weighing over a hundred tons, caused the mountains to explode and collapse.

*Boom!* The phantom of the Wolf-toothed Mace struck the ground, directly carving out a trench several hundred zhang long.

— Jie jie... Possessing nothing but brute force and not knowing how to use it, how tragic and pitiable.

The gloomy voice of the Shadow Demon King echoed like a specter in his ears, its origin untraceable. Even with Xue Ying's divine sense, it was difficult to detect.

— Sshhh, sshhh...

A strange, sharp wind arose from nowhere. From all directions, thousands of razor-sharp blades swept like a tempest, cutting everything. Countless wounds were carved onto Xue Ying's body. A dignified Soul Transformation powerhouse was actually being sliced to death by blade energy on the spot. His protective astral qi and powerful armor were like thin paper before this blade energy, easily torn apart.

This agony of feeling his own body being sliced to pieces while being unable to locate the enemy was, to the extremely proud Soul Transformation powerhouse Xue Ying, truly worse than death. Perhaps the approach of death triggered his potential, or perhaps the blood awakened his battle intent and the long-dormant desire for combat in his bloodline finally erupted.

— Boom!

A violent wave of energy swept in all directions, causing dust to fly, rocks to roll, and the lake to boil. Finally, the Shadow Demon King's figure could no longer remain hidden, revealing a shadow-like trace. Thousands of mace phantoms, like a dance of death, bombarded toward him.

At the same time, countless blade energies completely shredded Xue Ying's body and primordial spirit to pieces.

— That wretched brat.

Amidst the ruins, the Shadow Demon King flew up in dishevelment, cursing inwardly. When an Abyssal Demon went mad, they were indeed mad enough. He had actually abandoned the chance for his primordial spirit to escape and flee, directly unleashing all his primordial spirit's power to launch a desperate counterattack. Even in death, he acted like a mad dog that had to bite you. Although the Shadow Demon King was fully confident in suppressing Xue Ying's fleeing primordial spirit.

This was a one-sided battle that started abruptly and ended instantly. Relying on their powerful assassination capabilities and divine weapons like the Infinite Abyss, the Shadow Demon Clan easily annihilated the powerful garrison while suffering only a few hundred casualties.

— Jie, Wudisi, Shengyao, you old dogs. Fight slowly. By the time you realize, this king will have already entered the chaotic space.

The Shadow Demon King laughed continuously.
— This king wants to see how you will fight this king, who comes and goes like the wind, in the chaotic space. As long as you dare to enter, this king will make you wish you were dead, jie jie.

The Shadow Demon King had never intended to hide from them forever; securing a temporary opportunity was enough.

Inside the chaotic space, the environment was exceptionally complex. The Shadow Demon King knew very well that it was not a place for a large army to enter. As long as they guarded the entrance, they could kill as many as came. Even if a few slipped through, it would be difficult for them to contend with the Shadow Demon Clan in this strange and complex environment. Unfortunately, he had forgotten one point: the current Lord of the Abyss, Wudisi, had possessed the chaotic space for far longer than him. Why did Wudisi dare to keep his army stationed outside instead of building a city to guard the entrance?

— Clap, clap, clap...

A series of applause rang out. A gentle voice echoed in mid-air:
— Shadow Demon King, you certainly have a beautiful plan.

— Who is it?
The Shadow Demon King shouted in great shock.

— Haha, who I am is probably not important, is it?

Lei Dong's figure slowly manifested, floating leisurely in mid-air alone, looking at the Shadow Demon King with interest:
— They say the Shadow Demon Clan is insidious and cunning, but in my view, it is nothing more than this. Surrender, and this deity will spare your life.

The Shadow Demon King hastily swept his vast divine sense in all directions but failed to detect any trace of other enemies. Nonetheless, he used his divine sense to command his clansmen to surround the young man opposite him, who possessed only a peak Nascent Soul aura yet dared to speak so arrogantly.

Of his ten thousand clansmen, only a few hundred had died. The power in the Shadow Demon King's hands was still extremely formidable. He did not believe that anyone in this world could single-handedly slaughter nearly ten thousand of his elite clansmen.

— Brat, you are indeed bold, truly bold.

The Shadow Demon King slowly condensed a pitch-black, three-dimensional figure, laughing insidiously:
— Have you taken some mind-boggling poison to dare provoke this king? Speak, whose subordinate are you? How did you find this place just now? Speak honestly, and this king will give you a swift death. Otherwise, you know how many methods our Abyssal Clan has to make you spill everything.