Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Chapter 249

In this night as dark as ink, everything was silent. An Lan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were scanning the surroundings vigilantly like a falcon.

Chen Ying'er beside him also had a solemn expression. Her small hands quietly clenched the staff, and spiritual power surged slightly around her body, like a dormant snake, ready to pounce at any time.

Without any warning, the originally pitch-black night sky, as if drenched in ink, was torn apart in an instant by a bright and cold light.

A bright moon appeared out of nowhere and slowly emerged.

At first, it was just an ordinary silver plate hanging high in the sky, but in a twinkling, it seemed to break free from some mysterious shackles, and expanded rapidly. The halo spread out, and the moonlight was like fine silver yarn, floating down and illuminating the battlefield.

An Lan's heart suddenly sank, and the inexplicable palpitations instantly drowned him like a surging tide. The moon that had strangely grown larger seemed to be very close at this moment, as if he could touch its cold outline in the next second.

At the same time, a powerful aura that seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld descended like a tidal wave. The invisible pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on them. An Lan and Chen Ying'er's bodies suddenly stagnated, as if they were held down by a pair of invisible and powerful hands. The circulation of their spiritual power became difficult and slow. They looked frightened, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads, and their eyes were full of horror.

Just when the two were trapped in this terrifying pressure and unable to move, a figure came vaguely from the distance, like a banished immortal walking on the moon.

His hair was as white as snow, scattered freely behind him, and only loosely tied up with a plain hairband. A few strands of silver hair hung down around his fair neck, adding a bit of casualness and unrestrainedness.

A purple robe with gold edges rustled loudly, and as he walked, the dark patterns on it seemed to move as if a living thing was swimming, mysterious and luxurious.

Only when he came closer could everyone see clearly that he was about two meters tall, with an upright and strong figure, broad shoulders and back, but his eyebrows and face were so delicate and beautiful that even women were envious. If it weren't for his heroic figure, one would definitely be mistaken for a young beauty just looking at his back.

His pair of purple eyes were like deep pools, bottomless with dark golden light flickering and jumping in them, like stars hidden in the night sky. In the middle of his forehead, there was a faint magic pattern like a waxing moon, just like the emblem of the dark night, emitting a chilling aura, highlighting his extraordinary and terrifying identity.

An Lan's eyes were fixed on the person who came, and his heart was filled with shock. In his long career of hunting demons and having experienced countless powerful demon enemies, the man in front of him was the most handsome. Even the angel demon god Baimon, who was once famous outside the Southeast Fortress, was inferior in comparison.

As this person got closer, the sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a hazy moon veil, like a dream. But An Lan felt as if the world was turned upside down. Every inch of his skin was under tremendous pressure, as if a towering mountain was pressing on his back. Every step and every breath exhausted all his strength. It was so difficult that he almost felt desperate.

He suppressed his inner panic, turned his head to look at Chen Ying'er, and said in a deep voice: "Ying'er, we are in big trouble."

Although his voice was steady, it could not hide a slight tremor in it. The strength of the man in front of him was unfathomable, and he was definitely not someone he could contend with at the moment.

Looking at the iconic silver hair and purple eyes, a familiar girl suddenly flashed through An Lan's mind—Yue Ye.

In the Holy Demon Continent, silver hair and purple eyes have always been the most distinctive features of the Moon Demon Clan. And who else could the powerful man before him be other than the Moon Demon God Agares, the patriarch of the Moon Demon Clan and the second among the Seventy-two Demon Gods, who is so powerful and mysterious?
Thinking of this, An Lan's face turned pale as paper, his heart was full of bitterness and regret. He never thought that he would meet such a top demon here. Moon Demon God Agares, who was respected in the demon clan, was extremely powerful. Although An Lan could not see his specific cultivation, the memory he accidentally obtained in his previous life was like a beacon in the dark night, which vaguely reminded him that Agares' realm was at least level 8 of the ninth order.

In the strict hierarchy of the demon clan, every Demon God Emperor has always stood at the top, unmatched by anyone. The Moon Demon God and Star Demon God are able to sit firmly in the second and third positions, not just because of their close relationship with the Demon God Emperor, but because of their solid strength.

Think about the fourth-ranked Undead Demon Samikina, who has reached the fourth level of the ninth rank and is an absolute strong man who can do whatever he wants in the human world. At least in An Lan's cognition, in the current alliance, except for the Lord of the Magic Temple Li Zhengzhi and Yang Haoyu, no one else can match him.

But compared with the ninth level four and the ninth level eight of the Moon Demon God, the spiritual power difference is as much as 400,000 points, like a chasm, not to mention the difference in power level that is like the difference between heaven and earth.

You know, after your cultivation breaks through the ninth level, the power of each attack is based on the total amount of your own spiritual power. This means that each attack of the Moon Demon God Agares is based on at least 800,000 points of spiritual power.

Such strength is like the world-destroying thunder. It can destroy everything with just a wave of the hand. It is terrifying to think about it.

Agares walked closer, sizing up An Lan with interest in his purple eyes, and spoke in a loud voice, but with a hint of surprise: "You are An Lan! I never thought that the one who killed several demon gods of my clan in succession would be such a young and naive child."

He is nearly six hundred years old. In his eyes, An Lan and Chen Ying'er are just young children, about the same age as his most beloved youngest daughter Yue Ye, full of youthful vigor. They should have grown up safely under the protection of their elders, but now they have become a great threat to the demon clan.

An Lan took a deep breath, straightened his spine, met Agares's gaze, and said with forced calmness: "I never thought that this action would alarm His Excellency the Moon Demon God to come in person. It is really unexpected."

Even so, his palms were already filled with cold sweat, which slowly slid down the hilt of the sword.

The Moon Demon God slightly raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky. He seemed to be lost in memories and said slowly: "Your appearance has disrupted the chessboard of the Holy War. His Majesty the Demon King ordered the Star Demon God to use the Great Prophecy to predict the fate of the Dragon Rider Demon God Asmodeus. I rushed here without stopping after receiving the order, but unfortunately, I was still a step late."

After saying that, he looked at An Lan again, a complicated look flashing in his eyes, "Over the past hundreds of years, I have seen many human talents, but you are undoubtedly the best. Ye Wushang, the Sword God of Light of the Warrior Temple in the past, was not as accomplished as you are now when he was your age."

After saying that, he began to stroll again, his purple robe dragging on the ground. Wherever he passed, the moonlight seemed to be drawn and ripples appeared. He did not seem to be in a hurry to take action. Instead, he seemed like an elegant and wise man who wanted to discuss worldly affairs with An Lan.

An Lan raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "In this case, should I feel honored?"

Agares stopped and turned to face An Lan. His expression gradually became serious. He said in a deep voice, "It's just that you've been too popular recently. With your talent and qualifications, if you had stayed in the Temple Alliance and practiced hard for ten years, you might have been able to lead humans to repel our race. But now you're acting so high-profile, I'm afraid you've ruined your bright future."

An Lan's heart moved, he looked directly at Agares, and suddenly smiled and said, "Why do I feel that Your Excellency Moon Demon God seems a little regretful about this?"

(End of this chapter)