Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 234 Annihilating the Demon Legion with a Single Sword
Then, the icy blue cold wave, like the most greedy gluttonous beast, swallowed the dark, tide-like demon army whole in one gulp.

The hellhound, which was baring its fangs and exuding a terrifying aura just a second ago, was instantly transformed into lifelike ice sculptures in various poses.

Greed and savageness still lingered in their scarlet eyes, and the saliva on their fangs was frozen into icicles.

The four-armed demon remained in the stance of wielding its bone blade, its muscular body covered by a thick layer of ice, resembling a purplish-black rock.

The flying demons that blotted out the sky seemed to be frozen in place, their poisonous mist and the entire mass of them solidified into distorted ice crystals that shimmered eerily against the remaining darkness.

Little devils, dream demons, horned demons... all kinds, all levels, whether in numbers of ten thousand or thirty thousand... all lost their meaning before that sword light and cold tide that represented absolute freezing.

Just one sword.

Just in that instant.

The demon army that was just moments ago so noisy and murderous, seemingly ready to destroy the world, has now transformed into a desolate, icy forest covered in thick frost.

The entire scene felt as if it had instantly entered the heart of the Ice Age.

Only the endless chill silently proclaimed death.

"puff--"

A dull, resounding crash, like ice shattering, broke the terrifying silence.

The towering, imposing demon lord Alba, standing thirty meters tall, was now the only creature still able to move in this icy forest.

But it can only move.

His massive purple-gold demonic body was covered with a thick layer of mysterious ice that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

The incredibly sturdy purple-gold scale armor was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The terrifying greatsword in his hand, which had been burning with demonic flames, now had its flames extinguished, its blade covered with a thick layer of ice, and a huge gap had been broken at the tip.

Most shockingly, a huge, ice-blue sword wound, deep enough to see bone, that had slashed him diagonally from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, was viciously branded on his chest.

The wound did not bleed, because all the flesh, bones, and even the boiling demonic power within him were completely frozen the moment they came into contact with the sword light.

The edges of the wound shimmered with glistening ice crystals, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to extinguish life.

Alba's enormous purple-gold demonic eyes were now filled with unparalleled horror, fear, and incredulous bewilderment.

He looked down at the terrifying frozen sword wound on his chest, then slowly looked up at the deathly silent, instantly frozen demon legion.

Gone.

All gone...

He had gone to great lengths and paid a huge price to send over 30,000 elite vanguard troops...

His hope of conquering this weak plane was completely extinguished by that one sword strike!

"This...this is impossible!"

Alba's soul roared, but only a "ho ho" sound came from his throat, like the sound of a broken bellows.

The extreme cold not only froze his body, but also frantically eroded his demonic essence.

He suddenly raised his head, his huge eyes fixed on the blurry, ice-blue figure still suspended high in the sky.

This time, he felt it clearly.

The figure exuded a cold and vast divine aura that transcended the rules of mortal planes.

God level!

This damned Douluo Continent actually has a god-level being in charge?
And such a terrifying, unreasonable ice deity? An unprecedented fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, gripped Alba's heart like a cold, venomous snake.

His pride in his power and his ambition to conquer planes are utterly laughable compared to his opponent's power, which is like that of an ant.

run!
The thought struck his chaotic mind like lightning.

Conquest, slaughter, and the dignity of a demonic monarch all vanished before absolute power and the threat of death.

His massive body unleashed its last strength, and purplish-gold demonic flames forced their way out from the cracks in his frozen scales, producing a piercing cracking sound.

He whirled around, his massive wings, still burning with embers, flapped wildly, and his enormous body unleashed an astonishing speed disproportionate to its size, crashing headlong into the huge, not yet fully closed, purple-gold demon gate behind him like a stray dog.

He wants to escape back!
Escape back to the Demon Dimension!

That's his territory.

This dimension is terrifying...

He wants to go home!!!
However, just as he was about to rush into the portal, a terrifying sharpness that froze his soul instantly locked onto him like a leech.

Alba turned around in horror and saw the blurry figure in the sky swooping down towards him at a speed that seemed slow but was actually as fast as a streak of light.

The longsword, radiating absolute cold, pointed its tip directly at his back.

The chilling killing intent felt like a tangible shackle, making his massive body feel stiff and sluggish.

"Do not--"

Alba let out a desperate roar!

He rushed into the Demon Gate without pausing, and at the same time, a crazy idea exploded in his mind.

"Come out! All of you come out! Block him! Block him with your lives!"

Albana, a mixture of fear and madness, burst through the Demon Gate like the most violent hurricane, exploding in the demon plane on the other side.

The Demon Gate, which had become illusory and unstable due to Alba's escape, suddenly solidified and expanded again after receiving the monarch's reckless and insane orders.

The deep, swirling vortex of darkness within the door instantly boiled over.

"Hoohoho-"

The Demon Gate was like a floodgate being opened, unleashing a torrent of demons that was even more turbulent, chaotic, and reckless than before, gushing forth from within.

It was no longer a well-organized army, but a pure numerical crushing force.

Countless low-level hellhounds, lesser demons, and even some bizarre, low-level monsters that only knew how to kill, like a black mudslide, carrying a frenzied aura of destruction, engulfed Lu Jun, who had just swooped down and landed, standing directly in front of the Demon Gate.

They have only one goal.

They used their own flesh and blood to buy time for their monarch to escape.

"hehe."

Faced with this horde of demons, emanating a foul and chaotic aura and crashing in like a black tsunami, only a faint, ambiguous laugh came from the blurry figure.

He didn't even raise the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand.

It was just a slight thought.

Centered on his position, countless sharp, crystalline ice crystals, radiating a chilling aura, sprang up out of thin air and into the air like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

These ice crystals were not random; rather, they seemed to possess a life of their own, instantly coalescing into countless sharp ice spears, ice spikes, and ice storms.

(End of this chapter)