Great Evolution: I Exclusively Possess Earth's Six Supreme Opportunities

In the satellite broadcast, Su Bai's figure was just a tiny but undeniable dot of light.

His path forward was simple, direct, and without any detours.

That route was the optimal path for clearing all the demon lairs on Kyushu Island, as analyzed by the Dragon Shield Intelligence Department.

And now, the lights along this path are going out one by one.

Kyushu Island is in complete chaos.

Those demon kings who had been entrenched in their territory and tyrannical in their daily lives were now in complete panic.

A dog demon at the mid-stage of the Dao Foundation Realm was lying in its lair, enjoying the offerings presented by the Onmyoji.

The next second, its nest, along with itself, was crushed into powder by an invisible hand that descended from the sky.

Such scenes are playing out simultaneously in every corner of Kyushu.

escape?

Useless.

An octopus demon king in the late stage of the Dao Foundation stage, who was entrenched in an underwater volcano and thought he was safe and sound, was cleaved in two by a chaotic sword aura that descended from the sky, along with the volcano.

hide?

Even less useful.

A ghost, skilled at concealment, hiding in the sewers as a speck of dust, was ignited out of thin air by a surge of pure yang energy, burning it to ashes.

This is not a massacre.

This is purification.

An erasure at the conceptual level.

Fear, like a virus, spread wildly throughout the demonic network of Japan.

They finally realized that what had descended upon this island was not a human cultivator, but an incomprehensible and irresistible natural disaster!

Takamagahara, the Dark Temple.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

The demons below didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

On the throne, on one of the heads of the Yamata no Orochi, the deep, bone-revealing sword wound still flowed with black divine blood, emanating an ominous aura.

Its seven intact eyes were fixed on a huge water mirror made of demonic power.

The video being played in the water mirror is a live broadcast from around the world.

It watched as its power, painstakingly built up over hundreds of years, was easily flattened like a sandcastle in front of that man.

That feeling of powerlessness fueled its fury to its extreme!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Its roar, filled with endless fury, shook the entire temple.

"Gather! Gather all your power for this god!"

"Issue my divine decree! All demons and Onmyoji in the mortal world, proceed to Tokyo!"

"Set up the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' formation there!"

"I, this god, will use all the demonic power of Japan to grind him to death!"

The voice of Yamata no Orochi was filled with resentment and madness.

It knew very well that, suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth, its true form could not descend at all.

The power that man displayed had already exceeded the scope of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Going it alone is tantamount to suicide.

The only way is to use sheer numbers, formations, and the demonic power and resentment accumulated over thousands of years in the entire Eastern Kingdom to wear him down!

The divine oracle spread throughout the entire Japanese archipelago via an invisible network.

Those demons who were still trembling on Kyushu Island, not knowing where to flee, seemed to have found their backbone in an instant, or as if they had been injected with a final frenzy.

Running away means death.

Resistance might offer a glimmer of hope!

For a time, the entire Japanese archipelago was filled with a riot of ghosts!

Countless demons surged forth from the mountains, from the rivers, from the earth, and from the shadows of the city.

They have only one goal.

Tokyo!

Above Kyushu Island.

Su Bai stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head and looked towards Honshu Island, his calm black eyes showing no emotion.

He could clearly sense that countless chaotic energies were converging in the same direction.

Like filthy streams, they eventually flow into a foul-smelling swamp.

He didn't chase after the fleeing henchmen.

Because he knew that all the fish would swim into the same net.

That's perfect.

That way he won't have to go looking for them one by one.

His figure transformed into a streak of light once more, crossing the Kanmon Strait and landing on Honshu Island.

This time, he was faster and his target was clearer.

Aiming for Tokyo!

……

Dragon Shield Headquarters.

Canglong stared at the countless red dots on the big screen, densely packed like ants converging on Tokyo, and felt a chill run down his spine.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!"

Even the staff officer's voice was trembling.

"Based on energy reaction estimates, at least 100,000 demons and over 3,000 Onmyoji are gathering in Tokyo!"

"They're going to... use the entire nation's resources to fight Mr. Su to the death!"

"Mr. Su, he..."

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

This is no longer a simple battle.

This is war!

A war fought by one man!

Canglong clenched his fists tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

He didn't disturb Su Bai, knowing that any communication at this time would be an interference to Mr. Su.

All he could do was believe.

"Keep the camera fixed on Tokyo!"

……

At this moment, Tokyo has long since transformed into a true city of demons.

The former prosperity and civilization have vanished without a trace.

Countless demons, a dark mass, crowded the ruined city, making it impossible to move.

The Onmyoji army, dressed in hunting robes and wielding talismans, formed strange formations at various key points in the city.

Huge and malevolent black runes appeared on the ground beneath their feet, connecting the entire city of Tokyo into one.

The overwhelming demonic energy and resentment converged here into solid black clouds, shrouding the entire sky and turning day into night.

This is the final graveyard they prepared for Su Bai.

After half an hour.

A black streak of light pierced the sky and hovered on the outskirts of the Tokyo ruins.

Su Bai's figure appeared.

He looked at the apocalyptic scene before him, at the endless army of demons, but his face remained expressionless.

The entire battlefield was eerily quiet.

All the demons stared intently at the lone man with their cruel and bloodthirsty eyes.

They are waiting.

Waiting for a signal.

Just then.

At the top of the iron tower in the heart of Tokyo, atop a long-distorted and deformed structure entangled with countless skeletons.

Three figures slowly stood up.

One was a hundred feet tall, with a blue face and fangs, wielding a spiked club.

One was a minotaur wielding a giant hammer, its body engulfed in hellfire.

There was another one, a white-clad female ghost whose figure was elusive, exuding endless resentment, and whose presence caused frost to form in the air wherever she went.

Their auras had all reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and some even had one foot already on the threshold of the Manifestation Realm.

These are the three strongest cards under Orochi's command—the Three Great Demon Kings!

Shuten-dōji!

Demon!

Snow Woman!

Their icy gazes pierced through the layers of demonic energy, locking onto the lone human who had come.

Shuten-dōji grinned, revealing a cruel smile, and his voice, like thunder, echoed throughout Tokyo.

"Human, your death is nigh!"