Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 67 Disregard for Martial Morality: A Ninth-Order Demon God's Sneak Attack!

"Three thousand thunders!"

Moonbeam burst with blinding lightning, stomped heavily on the back of the Qilin, and his figure flashed into the Nubo Clan's army formation like lightning.

"Thunderous Crescent Slash!"

The Thunder Sword swept out horizontally, and a crescent-shaped sword aura of lightning swept past.

The six fifth-tier bloodthirsty berserkers were all cut in two, and their filthy blood vaporized before it even hit the ground.

The Alliance warrior, who had narrowly escaped death, collapsed to the ground, gazing at the moonlight that seemed to descend from the heavens, his eyes filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a near-death experience: "Thank you, warrior."

Moonlight Sword frowned slightly, and Thunder Sword suddenly pointed at the demons that were surging in again.

"Thunderbolt Dance!"

Countless purple lightning bolts erupted from the sword's edge, instantly carbonizing more than ten dual-wielding demons, with acrid black smoke rising three feet high.

Alliance Warriors: ...

(Who am I? Where am I? What am I here for?)
(Is this a warrior or a mage?)

The space necklace around Wang Yuanyuan's neck flashed with silver light, and her figure instantly disappeared from the back of the Qilin.

The next second, she appeared brazenly in the center of the madman group.

"Spinning Shield Sky-Splitting Strike!"

The Giant Spirit Shield in her hand transformed into a deadly silver wheel, and the violent spatial spiritual energy formed a death vortex with a diameter of ten meters.

Wherever the silver light passed, the madman was torn to pieces as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder.

Cai'er's figure was as elusive as a ghost, her dark gold and Samsara daggers flying between her fingers.

Each graceful leap precisely sliced ​​through the demon's throat.

Where she gracefully passed, only a pile of gradually cooling corpses remained.

Long Haochen, wielding Blue Rain: Hibiscus of Light and Light's Punishment (purchased later), charged into the battlefield. As the two swords clashed, the Battle Waltz was suddenly activated.

He swept through like a golden whirlwind, and wherever the brilliance of his weapon struck, demon soldiers fell like straws.

Han Yu held firm to his formation, and the Wall of Holy Light formed a solid defensive line around Lu Xi and Chen Ying'er.

Whenever a demon broke through the barrage of fire, his greatsword would fall heavily like a hammer of judgment, cutting down the enemy on the battlefield.

Chen Ying'er and Lu Xi kept tearing open the treasured magic scrolls, and the violent elemental power tore through the demon army's formation, creating death corridors and giving the Holy Alliance warriors, who were fighting a hard battle, a chance to catch their breath.

In just thirty seconds, this demon-hunting team tore a bloody gap in the demon army with overwhelming force.

The pressure on the previously precarious alliance defenses eased dramatically, and the remaining defenders, looking at the sudden arrival of these killing gods, had a renewed glimmer of hope in their eyes.

In that split second, a scarlet afterimage suddenly tore through the air, heading straight for Yuehui's back.

The moonlight remained motionless, seemingly oblivious to the deadly danger behind it—

At the critical moment, the Sacred Guiding Furnace on Long Haochen's chest burst forth with dazzling milky light.

The attacker's attack took an unexpected turn, slamming into Long Haochen's crossed swords as he parried.

"Keng——!!!"

The surface of the Glorious Shield was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the Holy Light Shield that Lu Xi had remotely enhanced shattered like glass.

Even with his divine defense activated, Long Haochen was still forced to retreat three steps, each step leaving a footprint about an inch deep on the ground.

Seventh rank! This is definitely a full-scale sneak attack from a seventh-rank demon!

Before anyone could even see the attacker, a blinding bolt of lightning pierced through the chest of the seventh-tier demon like divine punishment.

Moonlight's Thunder Sword pierced through his back, and as the tip emerged from his chest, the raging lightning serpent had already burned the seventh-tier demon's internal organs to charcoal.

It wasn't until the massive body crashed to the ground that everyone realized—this seventh-tier demon lord, capable of crushing an ordinary general-level demon hunter squad, didn't even have a chance to struggle in front of Moonlight.

With a flick of her wrist, Yuehui's Thunder Sword lifted the Demon Lord's corpse and tossed it precisely to Long Haochen's feet.

"Keep it safe and keep fighting."

Moonshine had sensed the demon lord's presence the moment he launched his attack.

However, he preferred to maintain his original attack rhythm, because he was certain that Long Haochen's Holy Guidance Furnace would trigger in time. Even if something unexpected happened, the "Thunder Protection" attached to Thor's Embrace could instantly withstand a seventh-tier attack.

"Understood!" Long Haochen deftly put the corpse into Eternal Melody.

...

Just as the battle was raging, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a beam of dark light.

"boom--!"

With a deafening explosion, a purplish-black energy streaked into the center of the Holy Alliance army formation like a meteor.

The eerie energy spread out in a bubble-like pattern, and wherever it passed, dozens of Temple warriors were instantly dissolved before they could even scream.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a tall, slender figure stood suspended in mid-air. It was a man of breathtakingly handsome features, with faint dark purple veins visible beneath his pale skin.

He was dressed in a magnificent outfit embroidered with intricate magical patterns, each pattern appearing to glow and fade as if it were breathing.

With an elegant flick of her slender fingers, more purplish-black orbs of light drifted toward the six temple factions like death dandelions, each orb radiating a suffocating aura of destruction.

Moonlight's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the Thunder Sword in her hand emitted a piercing buzz. The lightning wrapped around the sword instantly went berserk, transforming into countless leaping electric snakes.

"Silent Thunder Death Ray - Thunderstorm!"

With a sharp shout, a thick pillar of lightning shot out from the tip of the sword, suddenly splitting into thousands of lightning threads in mid-air.

These lace threads, as if alive, precisely wrapped around the purplish-black orbs of light, triggering a chain reaction of explosions upon contact.

boom! Boom boom boom!
Amidst the deafening explosion, black smoke billowed like a tidal wave.

Moonbeam's lightning spiritual energy flowed like liquid mercury around her, forming a shimmering lightning armor on her body.

"Everyone disperse! Do not gather!"

As he roared, two orbs of light appeared from his shoulders.

On the left, Little Raiji was wrapped in raging purple electric arcs, while on the right, Little Yating radiated a soft golden holy light.

(Why are there Tier 8 Moon Demons on the battlefield?!)

Yuehui's grip on the sword tightened slightly.

This is not a pseudo-eighth-tier demon lord created by combining two spirits, but a genuine Moon Demon noble!
(If he reveals his identity as Agares' son in a telepathic message, can he leave on his own?)

The lightning on the Thunder Sword flickered on and off.

It wasn't that he couldn't bring himself to harm the Moon Demons—aside from Moon Night and his nominal father, the other Moon Demons were no different from strangers in his eyes.

His mixed-race identity meant he would never be given a second glance by a pure-blooded Moon Demon.

Therefore, he and Yueye suffered from the contempt of pure-blooded moon demons from a very young age, but due to their status as the sons of the clan leader, they dared not do anything to bully them.

The problem now is
Is it worthwhile to expose your trump card just to kill this eighth-tier opponent?
As the smoke and dust cleared, the Moon Demon Noble in the center remained spotless.

Those violet eyes, gleaming with moonlight, were fixed on the Moon Necklace around Yuehui's neck, and her eerie pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needles.

"You lowly human!" The Moon Demon noble's pale face twisted with rage. "How dare you turn my race's magic crystals into ornaments—you have already committed suicide!"

Moonlight gripped the Thunder Sword tightly, her expression unchanged, while a thousand horses galloped through her mind:
(Holy crap! I'm supposed to take the blame for this necklace too?!)
Just as Moonlight and Moon Demon were locked in a standoff, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly struck from above—not from the Moon Demon before them, but from the sky above!

"Three thousand thunders!"

Almost instinctively, Yuehui activated his movement technique, instantly transforming into a streak of purple lightning and flashing dozens of meters away. Just as he left his original spot—

boom! ! !
The blazing pillar of fire crashed down like divine punishment, the terrifying heat scorching and distorting the air itself.

The ground cracked open amidst a deafening explosion, and a huge crater, more than ten meters in diameter, appeared where Moonbeam had just stood.

Amidst the smoke and flames, a burly figure slowly straightened up.

It was a demon whose entire body was engulfed in golden flames, with a lion's head and a human body, and every hair on its mane was like a leaping tongue of fire.

It shook its head, its burning gaze fixed on the moonlight:

"Human who wields thunder!" Its voice boomed like molten lava. "I, your king, have finally caught you!"

(End of this chapter)