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

Chapter 238 Charging into the Demon Dimension
Having said that, Lu Jun no longer hesitated.

He maintained the stability of the Demon Gate with one hand, while gripping the Ice Abyss Sword in the other. Under the horrified gazes of Yuanen Zhentian and the others behind him, he took a step forward, his figure instantly disappearing into the dark vortex that exuded endless evil aura.

Space transformation, dimensional crossing.

When Lu Jun's foot touched the ground again, a completely different and extremely uncomfortable aura of law instantly enveloped him.

The laws of the entire Demon Realm regard him, this alien being, as the greatest threat.

The invisible forces of the planes were like billions of steel needles, frantically piercing his body and his soul, trying to squeeze him out and crush him.

The earth beneath their feet was cracked, scorched, and reeked of sulfur and scorching heat, with dark red magma flowing through the cracks.

The sky was a perpetually dusky yellow, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only thick, burning dark red clouds hanging low, radiating a suffocating heatwave and a sense of oppression.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, blood, and chaotic dark energy; every breath felt like a burning sensation in my lungs.

In the distance were twisted mountains burning with black flames, and rivers flowing with filthy venom like huge scars.

This is a completely depleted, chaotic, and destructive plane.

"Humph."

Lu Jun snorted coldly. Faced with the frenzied rejection from the entire plane, he simply thrust the Ice Abyss Sword he was holding tightly into the scorched earth in front of him.

The instant the sword tip touched the ground, an invisible, terrifying cold wave, seemingly capable of freezing the very essence of the plane, instantly spread out in a ring from the sword tip.

The scorched, burning ground beneath Lu Jun's feet was instantly frozen into a smooth, mirror-like sheet of ice.

That invisible dimensional repulsion force, like hitting an invisible, indestructible absolute ice wall, produced a muffled thud before disintegrating and dissipating like shattered glass.

Lu Jun's figure, like an ice-bound deity rooted in this filthy land, stood firmly on the demon plane.

dimensional repulsion?

is that useful?
It's just a small plane, and its status is nowhere near that of the Ice Abyss Sword.

Not far in front of him was a large group of demon soldiers who had just fled back in a disheveled state, still in shock.

They still number in the millions, and now they sit slumped on the scorching earth, greedily breathing in the scent of their homeland, their faces still bearing the relief and lingering fear of surviving a catastrophe.

Especially the demon lord Alba, who was surrounded in the center and whose terrifying icy blue sword wound on his chest still exuded a chilling aura, his huge body undulated slightly as he tried to mobilize the dark energy of the plane to repair his injury.

However, when Lu Jun's figure, accompanied by the terrifying chill that shattered the plane's repulsion, descended before them like divine punishment...

All the relief, all the gasps for breath, all the movements froze instantly.

Alba's enormous purple-gold demonic eyes suddenly contracted to their limit, and he turned his head in disbelief and stiffness to look at the figure who held an ice-blue longsword and exuded a cold divine power that made the entire plane tremble.

"You...you...how did you get in?!"

Alba's voice was completely distorted by extreme terror, becoming as sharp as the scraping of metal.

"Dimensional repulsion, how could it be ineffective against you? Logically speaking, you shouldn't be able to get in."

Lu Jun completely ignored his horrified question.

Those icy blue eyes, as if sculpted from ice crystals, coldly swept over the group of panicked and bewildered demon soldiers before them, finally settling on Alba.

He simply raised the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, its tip pointing at Alba.

Then, the footsteps began to move.

click, click, click...

The footsteps weren't heavy, but they landed on the scorched, cracked earth, as if stepping on the hearts of all the demons.

With each step he took, the scorched earth beneath his feet instantly froze and turned into ice. A terrifying, pure, and all-consuming chill, visible to the naked eye, surged forward like an invisible wave of death, spreading towards the horde of demons ahead as he advanced.

Wherever the chill reached, the scorching ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The sulfurous fumes that filled the air froze into tiny ice crystals that fell to the ground.

Those demon remnants who were closer and weaker didn't even have time to react before ice shells quickly formed on their bodies, their movements became stiff and sluggish, and all that remained in their eyes was boundless fear.

"Roar!"

Alba was driven mad by the silent oppression and deadly chill.

He let out a hysterical roar, a mixture of fear and madness.

"Kill him! Kill him! Use your lives to pile him up and kill him!!!"

His enormous claws pointed at Lu Jun, who was walking slowly towards him, his voice sharp and distorted with fear.

The demon soldiers who had just escaped from the brink of death were once again enraged by the monarch's frenzied roars and the terrifying threat of death closing in from behind.

The instinct for survival overcame the fear.

"Hoohoho-"

Like wild beasts driven to the brink of despair, thousands of demon remnants let out desperate roars, their crimson eyes filled only with a frenzied desire for destruction.

Instead of retreating, they surged forward like a black, counter-current, launching a final, desperate charge towards that lone figure.

Hellhounds, lesser demons, wounded demons... converged into a chaotic yet incredibly powerful black torrent, engulfing Lu Jun.

However, just as the black torrent was about to engulf that tiny figure, Lu Jun's legs suddenly tensed, and his body bent slightly forward like a fully drawn bow.

He held the Ice Abyss Sword behind his back, its tip pointing diagonally at the scorched earth.

An indescribable, terrifying sword intent, seemingly capable of piercing the dim sky, erupted from Lu Jun's body like a sleeping ancient ice dragon awakening, soaring straight into the heavens.

The icy light instantly permeated the entire dim sky, casting an eerie icy blue hue over the low-hanging dark red clouds.

His vision shone like a single star on this desolate, demonic wasteland.

Cold, aloof, and with an aura of annihilation, it ran forward.

Alba stared at the figure who still unleashed such terrifying sword power amidst the chaotic charge, and his enormous heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand.

Panic, fear, despair... spread wildly like poisonous vines.

He had never seen anything so insane.

Alone, he ventured into the demon plane and dared to launch a counterattack against the regrouped demon army.

Does he really think he's invincible?
"Charge! Crush him!!"

Alba's voice was distorted by fear.

The earth trembled and groaned under the desperate charge of the demon legion.

The charred pebbles were shaken and bounced around.

This is a demon realm, filled with countless demons.

The tens of thousands of demons that gathered in a short time erupted with chaotic but deafening footsteps, like the drumbeats of death, echoing throughout this filthy world.

(End of this chapter)