Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long thought to himself, "Wow!"

He said he was reporting to the Demon Ancestor, but his hands were not behaving properly.

This swift and decisive attack was far more ruthless than those old-time quasi-saints in the primordial world who had lived for countless years but still maintained a semblance of dignity.

Huanglong did not choose to dodge, but suddenly manifested a huge Dharma form, choosing to confront the huge seal head-on.

He mobilized the demonic essence within the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, combined with his own Ancestral Witch-level physical body, giving him the confidence to face that seal directly.

Huanglong obtained the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique when he traded with the Witch Clan, and he also repeatedly tempered his physical body with the chaotic energy in the chaos. His physical strength is comparable to that of the Ancestral Witch.

But his punch carried terrifying power, shattering layers of space and crashing towards the Demon King amidst his terrified gaze.

The moment that massive black seal struck him, it was as if an ancient mountain had collapsed.

Huanglong's body suddenly sank downwards, and the earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles beneath his feet suddenly sank by tens of feet.

A series of huge, spiderweb-like ravines spread outwards from him.

"snort!"

Huang Long let out a soft snort. The seal that had triggered the Heavenly Dao of the Demon Realm struck him, but it did not cause him any harm.

The cold smile on Demon King's face hadn't even faded before he froze on the spot.

Before he could even be surprised by the outcome of the attack, Huang Long's terrifying fist was already in front of him.

That punch was simple and unadorned, without any supernatural powers or magic attached to it; it was just a simple punch thrown out.

However, the power contained in this punch caused the surrounding laws of the demon realm to give way.

Before the fist even arrived, the force of the punch had already torn apart the Demon King's protective demonic energy.

By the time Demon King reacted and tried to dodge, Yellow Dragon's fist landed on him.

A muffled thud!

Half of the Demon King's body exploded under Huang Long's punch, and the dark red demon blood and shattered bones were scattered in the air by the residual force of the punch.

Disbelief and terror flooded into the Demon King's mind at the same time.

He could feel how terrifying the power in that punch was!

The price he paid was that half of his body turned into nothingness.

His demonic soul was screaming wildly, reminding him of one fact: the demon king named Moro before him was definitely not an ordinary demon king.

The Demon King was utterly horrified.

While his strength wasn't the absolute best among the demon kings, he was certainly no ordinary person.

The full force of that seal's attack just now was enough to kill a demon king in the early stage of quasi-sainthood.

But the person in front of him took the blow head-on with his bare body and still managed to smash half of his body while jumping around.

He had never seen a physical body of this level before.

Before Huanglong could throw a second punch!

Taking advantage of the aftershock of Huanglong's punch, Demon King suddenly burned his own source and poured all his power into his escape.

He didn't even retrieve the seal that was related to his life. He transformed into a blood-red light and fled into the depths of the demon realm at the fastest speed he had ever traveled.

The crimson light left a long trail under the dark red sky, like a falling blood-red meteor, before disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Huang Long stood still, maintaining his punching posture, before slowly retracting his fist after a moment.

He stared blankly in the direction where the Demon King had disappeared.

This guy runs incredibly fast and is surprisingly decisive.

If the first attack fails, they will flee immediately, even at the cost of burning their own life force, abandoning even their magical treasures. They show no desire to linger in battle and leave themselves no chance of turning the tide.

Such decisiveness and ruthlessness would make him a top figure in the prehistoric world.

Huanglong picked up the black seal that Demon King had dropped, examined it, and found that it was of good quality and should be a primordial spiritual treasure nurtured in the Demon Realm, but it wouldn't be of much use to Huanglong.

Huanglong threw it to Dinghai Pearl, letting it devour and refine it, thus replenishing the consumption of Dinghai Pearl.

He turned around and sat down again beside the battle flag.

He handled the battle with extreme restraint, only mobilizing the demonic essence within the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and his own physical strength, without revealing any primordial magical power fluctuations, nor using the Purifying White Lotus or other primordial magical treasures.

He perfectly portrayed a domineering demon king.

No matter how much the Demon King reports back, he will only say that a strange and powerful demon king has appeared here.

On Jin'ao Island, the three sages who witnessed all of this had different expressions.

The Tongtian Sect Leader smoothed his sword tassel and smiled meaningfully: "This little rascal is quite well-behaved in the prehistoric world, but he's so domineering in the demon realm."

Yuanshi Tianzun still had a stern face, but the slight curve at the corner of his mouth was exactly the same as when he looked at Guiling earlier.

Taiqing Sheng simply gave a faint "hmm," and then, with a solemn expression, he addressed Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"We can't hide it for long anymore, hurry up!"

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu simultaneously suppressed their smiles, exchanged a glance, and then nodded slightly to Taiqing Shengren.

Communication between the Three Pure Ones requires no superfluous words; a single sentence is enough to set the tone for the next steps.

The three sages simultaneously connected with the Heavenly Dao, and in that instant, the entire Golden Turtle Island trembled slightly.

Endless power of the Heavenly Dao surged forth, flowing into Jin'ao Island like rivers flowing into the sea.

Driven by the combined efforts of the three saints, the energy poured into the passage leading to the Demon Realm, empowering the four array flags.

Four invisible ripples of the Heavenly Dao spread out from the array flag, instantly doubling the speed at which the laws permeated the entire trial area.

The disciples of the three religions who were fighting against the demons in the trial area simultaneously felt the change. The concentration of demonic energy around them was rapidly decreasing, and the invisible suppression was also diminishing.

These changes only benefited them, enabling them to unleash stronger combat power and become more adept at killing demons. As a result, the killing speed in the trial area accelerated further.

Meanwhile, deep within the Demon Realm, the Demon King, whose body had been half-shattered by Huanglong's punch, had already fled back to his territory.

Although the demonic aura released by Huanglong when he fought with the Demon King was dense and realistic, it could only deceive ordinary demonic beings, but not the Heavenly Dao of the Demon Realm itself.

The Demon King burned his very essence to escape, alarming the Heavenly Laws of the Demon Realm in this region.

Once the secrets of heaven are touched by large-scale abnormal fluctuations, a sage with keen perception will surely notice them.

The Supreme Sage's judgment was correct; time is running out.

In the Demon Realm, Xuan Du heard Huang Long's voice, which consisted of only a few words: "The Demon Race Quasi-Saints are attacking, be careful."

Xuan Du's expression turned slightly serious.

He looked up and saw a dark, demonic cloud surging in from the distant sky, stretching for billions of miles.

Flames flickered within the demonic clouds, turning half the sky crimson, as if the entire heavens were ablaze.

Without even looking closely, that aura and that oppressive power clearly belonged to a demon king at the quasi-saint level.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "Senior brother, you're too late!"