Chapter 508: Gathering of Powerhouses, Clash at the Peak!
Seeing this, the Third King no longer had the leisure to focus on Lin Fan. His demonic energy surged once more, forming a pillar of black light that enveloped him and blocked the spatial blades conjured by the Master of Space.
The clash happened in a flash, but the terrifying power behind each strike was clearly felt by all.
At their level, every gesture carried power condensed to its absolute limit.
"Their strength seems about the same," Qing Tan said softly from beside Ying Huanhuan.
"Mhm. Both are likely at the level of those who have passed the Reincarnation Tribulation three times. It'll be hard for either to win decisively," Ying Huanhuan replied with a light nod.
Lin Fan, however, paid no attention to the battle between the Master of Space and the Third King. He knew well that unless they fought to the death, neither could quickly overpower the other—and a true clash would leave both wounded.
Having slain the Sixth King, Lin Fan immediately moved to join one of his avatars in attacking the Tenth King.
Just as the Tenth King was on the verge of death, a massive vortex suddenly formed on the ocean surface below.
Demonic energy erupted from the whirlpool, and a gigantic black figure shot into the sky. The moment it appeared, darkness fell across the world.
The colossal shadow was over ten thousand feet tall. Its iron-black body was covered in savage scars, and it had no eyes—only a massive maw filled with rows of jagged black teeth. Eight enormous demonic arms extended from its towering form.
It was none other than the Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King, the Demon Emperor's mount!
As soon as it emerged, it charged straight toward Lin Fan.
Its eight massive arms swung simultaneously—four aimed at Lin Fan's true body, and the other four at his avatar.
RUMBLE!!!
The swing of those massive limbs stirred the heavens. Demonic energy churned violently. Even Wu Hui Island trembled, and the surrounding sea roared with waves hundreds of meters tall.
Lin Fan gripped his right hand, distorting the space around him. In an instant, a massive space saber formed in his palm. With a mighty slash, he met the oncoming blow!
CLANG!
The saber clashed with one of the demonic arms, producing a sharp metallic ring.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan's avatar unleashed a surge of freezing power. In a flash, a towering blue ice wall rose before him.
BOOM!
Four massive arms slammed into the wall, producing a deep thud. Cracks spread across the surface from the impact.
Under the intense shockwaves, both Lin Fan and his avatar were sent flying several hundred meters, while the Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King also recoiled slightly.
The Tenth King seized the opportunity, turning into a cloud of black mist and reappearing on the demon king's shoulder.
But that wasn't all—suddenly, two more demonic figures attacked Lin Fan's other avatar.
Lin Fan instantly recognized them and withdrew the avatar, forcing the Eighth King to narrowly escape death.
The two shadows that had come to his rescue then landed on the Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King's shoulder as well.
"Ice Master, so you really did survive," came a booming, growling voice that echoed like the roar of countless beasts. It was the voice of the demon king himself—clearly a creature of high intelligence despite its monstrous form.
Even without eyes, it could sense Ying Huanhuan's presence.
"And to think you actually escaped… You vile beast," Ying Huanhuan replied coldly, her gaze icy as it locked onto the demon king.
"Heh, it took a lot of effort to get him out," one of the black figures standing on the demon king's shoulder said with a chuckle. "It's been ten thousand years, Ice Master. How have you been?"
"The Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King, the Fourth King, and the Fifth King…" the Master of Space narrowed his gaze as he looked up at the new arrivals. "You lot sure came in full force, didn't you?"
Lin Fan's figure flashed as he returned to Ying Huanhuan and Qing Tan's side, withdrawing his other avatar. His eyes turned to the two new shadows on the demon king's shoulder.
He'd seen the Fifth King back in the Northern Xuan Region. The other face, unfamiliar to him, could only be the Fourth King.
Lin Fan could clearly sense that both the Fourth and Fifth Kings were comparable to those who had overcome three Reincarnation Tribulations.
As for the Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King… it was even stronger than both of them.
"What can I say? The Flame Master was a tough opponent. It wasn't easy rescuing the demon king," the Fourth King said with a smile.
"That one you're talking about is here too," the Space Master said, smiling in return.
As his words fell, a flash of silver light appeared nearby, and two figures slowly emerged—the Flame Master and Lin Dong.
The Flame Master's hair was a bit disheveled, his face pale, clearly having endured a grueling battle.
Lin Dong looked equally worn, his robes torn and his arm bleeding from multiple gashes.
The Flame Master glanced around at Lin Fan, Ying Huanhuan, and the others, and sighed. "We ran into a trap. They managed to break him out."
Ying Huanhuan gave a light nod, saying nothing.
Lin Dong looked down with a bitter expression, clearly upset they had failed to stop the demon king's escape.
Lin Fan patted his shoulder with a light chuckle. "Don't beat yourself up. Even if that thing escaped, it won't be free for long."
"Ahhh, it's been ages since things were this lively," the Space Master said with a grin, showing no sign of tension despite the looming confrontation.
The Fourth King smiled at Ying Huanhuan and the others, raising a hand as he casually counted. "Looks like we have the numbers. Perhaps today's a good time to deal with all of you once and for all."
In his eyes, the only true threats were the Space Master, the Flame Master, and the Ice Master. As for Lin Fan and Lin Dong—he didn't consider them serious threats, mostly because he had never faced Lin Fan himself.
"Haha… Numbers, huh? Since when did that ever matter?"
A thunderous laugh suddenly echoed across the sky.
In that instant, the Primordial Tower erupted in brilliant purple-gold light.
That divine light surged from the top of the tower, lighting up the entire surrounding sea.
The oppressive demonic energy in the sky was swiftly driven back.
And sunlight returned once more.
Atop the tower, within that radiant purple-gold light, a colossal figure slowly emerged.
It expanded rapidly—until it too reached ten thousand feet in height, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Grand Heavenly Evil Demon King.
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