"How is this possible? How can you be unaffected by the Nightmare Domain?" The Old Demon Nightmare asked incredulously, his voice carrying a tremor.
His prideful spiritual attack had actually no effect on this young man before him.
This was something that had never happened in his long life.
"You're too weak."
Fang Yang's tone was calm, stating a simple fact.
There was not the slightest ripple in his profound eyes.
"Die."
A deep black flame emerged out of thin air.
That flame seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.
The flames churned and flowed in the air, instantly transforming into a ferocious black dragon with distinct scales and scarlet eyes.
It opened its massive maw, carrying the momentum to incinerate all things, and lunged straight at the Old Demon Nightmare.
"No... this is impossible!"
The Old Demon Nightmare retreated in terror, desperately trying to mobilize the nightmare power within him.
However, under the pressure of this black flame, he found that he couldn't summon even a trace of strength.
His entire being was imprisoned in place by invisible chains, able only to watch helplessly as death descended.
"Stop!"
The Old Demon Blight shouted sharply, simultaneously trying to intervene.
But everything happened too fast—so fast that he had no time to react.
Before the eyes of the remaining six demons, the black flame instantly completely devoured the Old Demon Nightmare.
A mournful scream resounded through the valley, filled with pain and despair, making everyone present feel their hearts tremble.
In mere moments, the Old Demon Nightmare' figure turned into nothingness within the flames, not even a speck of ash remaining.
This demon who had once struck terror into the hearts of all on Devil Island had thus completely vanished.
"Nightmare... you..."
The Old Demon Blight stared dumbfounded at this scene, his voice shaking violently from shock.
The seven of them had coexisted on Devil Island for countless years. Though they had their disputes, they had long formed a special bond.
Now, witnessing the Old Demon Nightmare being so easily erased, he felt both anger and fear in his heart.
The remaining five demons also drastically changed complexion, simultaneously retreating several steps, staring warily at Fang Yang.
They finally understood that this young man before them was no ordinary person—his strength far exceeded their imagination.
"Next, it's your turn."
Fang Yang's gaze swept lightly over the remaining six demons, his eyes showing no fluctuation whatsoever.
He had just casually brushed away a speck of dust.
The Old Demon Blight gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm: "Brat, don't be too arrogant! If the six of us join forces, we may not be your match!"
"Oh?"
The corner of Fang Yang's mouth curved upward slightly, revealing a trace of a mocking smile.
"Then give it a try."
The six demons exchanged a glance, their years of cooperation instantly reaching consensus.
Facing such a powerful enemy, only by giving their all would they have a chance of survival.
Boom!
Six pillars of light containing incomplete destruction divine power shot skyward—Devour, Loathe, Blight, Lust, Sloth, and Greed.
The six-colored lights intertwined, destructive power pushed to its extreme at this moment.
The entire valley began to shake violently, the air filled with suffocating pressure, even space showing fine cracks.
Gu Yuena and Na'er stood behind Fang Yang, watching this scene with calm expressions.
They knew Fang Yang's strength all too well. These old demons surviving on incomplete divine power couldn't possibly be his match.
"It's over."
As Fang Yang's cold voice fell, the entire world went silent.
The six pillars of light shooting skyward were like flames pinched by an invisible giant hand, abruptly extinguished. The six demons discovered to their horror, their connection to their own divine power was completely severed, the divine power circulating around them instantly solidified.
Absolute suppression, absolute control.
In this space enveloped by Fang Yang's will, they didn't even qualify to struggle.
"What... what is this power?" The Old Demon Loathe cried out in shock, his eyes full of terror.
He had never felt such a terrifying existence.
Fang Yang said nothing, slowly raising his right hand, palm upward.
A black flame rose from his palm, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.
"Annihilation!"
"No... this is impossible!" The Old Demon Blight's face was deathly pale, his voice filled with despair.
The power contained within this black flame was enough to completely erase them from this world.
Fang Yang looked calmly at the six demons.
"You've relied on incomplete divine power to barely survive for so long. It should end now."
"Brothers, run!"
The Old Demon Lust screamed, turning to flee.
However, he found that the space around him had solidified—his entire being couldn't move.
The other five demons encountered the same restriction.
They found that they couldn't even perform the most basic movements.
They could only watch helplessly as the black flame slowly approached, the scent of death washing over them.
"My lord, please spare us!"
The Old Demon Sloth pleaded, "We can serve you!"
Fang Yang shook his head.
"No need."
"In that case..."
The Old Demon Lust's eyes flashed with madness upon hearing this, "Then let's sink together! Lust Domain!"
Without hesitation, she burned the Lust divine power within her body, and a pink ripple rapidly expanded outward with her as the center.
That was the most primal, most essential power of desire, capable of striking directly at the depths of the soul, awakening the most hidden cravings within.
Even divine-level powerhouses, if not careful, would be consumed by desire and sink forever.
The pink ripple instantly enveloped the entire valley, the air filled with a disorienting, enchanting aura.
Gu Yuena and Na'er's expressions changed slightly, subconsciously retreating half a step.
This power struck at the very source of desire, making even them feel a trace of discomfort, certain suppressed cravings deep within being awakened.
However, Fang Yang's expression remained unchanged, his profound eyes as calm as ever.
"So this is your death throes."
He raised his hand lightly, and the black flame instantly transformed into a massive, ferocious black dragon.
It opened its maw, carrying the momentum to incinerate all things, lunging straight at the bodies of the six demons.
Mournful screams once again resounded through the valley. The six demons struggled madly within the black flames, but to no avail.
Their divine power, their souls, every trace of their existence was completely erased at this moment.
Moments later, the valley returned to calm.
Only the black flame burned quietly in the air, then slowly extinguished.
The seven demons who had once struck terror into the hearts of all on Devil Island had thus completely vanished from this world, not leaving a single trace.
Fang Yang's gaze swept calmly over the empty valley.
The pink ripples permeating the air had long since dissipated, that disorienting aura also completely gone.
Only pure Destruction and Life divine power flowed quietly at the bottom of the valley.
"The matters here are concluded," Fang Yang said indifferently.
Na'er nodded gently, a trace of joy flashing in her heterochromatic eyes: "The Seven Old Demons are dead. Devil Island is ours."
Gu Yuena's gaze looked profoundly toward the depths of the valley.
"This place contains Destruction and Life divine power. If you refine and absorb them, your strength will surely advance further."
"Mm, good."
Fang Yang nodded slightly.
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