Chapter 1085: Defeating a Venerable Across Realms

Black Tail World.

Beside the White Bone Monument.

After the news that “a genius from the Red Flame Branch used a terrifying spatial secret technique to destroy multiple armies of this branch” spread.

The knight battle group dispatched by the Green Flame Branch urgently moved to the monument.

Because strong demonic artifacts were set up here, it was also the Pain Wilderness’ connecting passage to the Black Tail World, making the space exceptionally stable.

No matter how incredibly strong the enemy was, there was no need to worry about a spatial energy attack.

At this moment.

The battle group’s leader, Soron, looking at the shadow above the monument gradually expanding, finally felt at ease.

Beside him, a High Rank Knight named Solo, expressed his excitement: “Venerable Solaar is about to arrive, that damned rebel is doomed!”

The so-called “Venerable” is the title of honor for each Demon Venerable of the Qing Yang Demon Race.

As for the “rebel,” it naturally referred to Yang Fan, considered the genius of the Red Flame Branch.

Soron nodded: “The rebel, relying on the spatial secret technique they own, dared to slaughter our branch with impunity. His Excellency specifically brought the ‘space anchor,’ and once it’s deployed, the rebel won’t escape anywhere.”

The “space anchor” is a powerful supernatural item capable of sealing space.

Solo asked: “Our Sor family branch suffered heavy losses this time; will our branch retaliate against the Red Flame Branch?”

Soron thought for a moment and sighed: “His Excellency definitely wants revenge, but in the end, it depends on what the Master thinks.

“Now that the Great Destruction Tribulation has begun, the Primordial World is starting to become turbulent. The Master’s focus is more on the Primordial World, perhaps not caring about the conflict between our branch and the Red Flame Branch.”

The “Master” in this context refers to the internal title for a demigod powerhouse within the Qing Yang Demon Race.

The Five Colored Flame Race of the Qing Yang Demon Race, each branch is guarded by a demigod.

Just then.

“Boom!”

The monument, which was still unfinished, suddenly quaked once.

The shadow above the monument immediately transformed into a vortex.

Ripples layered around the vortex, indicating that space had changed.

The next moment.

An extremely bright green flame beam suddenly descended from the center of the vortex, landing precisely in front of two demon knights.

The green light dissipated rapidly, revealing a towering figure over six meters tall.

By comparison, the Qing Yang Demon Race warriors typically stood around two and a half meters.

Even demon knights, if not awakened with special superpowers, were not much taller than the warriors.

The scales covering this figure seemed to be condensed from green flames, enveloped in a semi-fantasy, semi-real green flame.

With every breath it took, strands of green flame would emerge from the ground within several hundred meters.

Such an anomaly was enough to signify the gigantic figure’s identity — Demon Venerable Solaar.

Of course, this was merely a demonic avatar.

To deal with a single knight, the main body wouldn’t make a personal appearance.

At the Venerable level, creating avatars is not difficult; almost every Venerable has multiple avatars.

The pressure felt by the two demon knights just by standing nearby was so overwhelming it reached deep into their souls; even their breathing nearly halted.

The battle group’s leader, Soron, immediately knelt on one knee, his tone filled with utmost respect: “Soron pays great homage!”

Solo quickly followed suit: “Solo pays great homage!”

Venerable Solaar glanced over the two demons, saying nothing except for a “humph.”

This “humph” contained substantial power; the two knights felt as if struck by a giant hammer, sending them flying back over a hundred meters and landing heavily with “thud-thud” sounds, blood oozing from their orifices.

The two demon knights endured the pain, quickly stood back up, and knelt again, not daring to make a sound.

Venerable Solaar didn’t look at them again. Instead, he turned his gaze northwest, his figure dissolving into a mass of green flames.

The two demon knights remained kneeling for a few more seconds before cautiously standing up.

Soron coughed up a mouthful of old blood, mixed with wriggling fragments: “It seems His Excellency wasn’t too angry. Otherwise, we’d be lying here for at least ten Primordial Days.”

Solo’s tone had lingering fear: “The rebel’s strength is too formidable; His Excellency likely understands this, which is why the punishment wasn’t too severe.”

They exchanged glances, both understanding that this crisis had passed.

*

Five minutes later.

Twenty thousand kilometers away.

Venerable Solaar had tracked down a plateau among mountain ranges.

Though this Venerable’s power was immense, relying solely on his own capacity, he couldn’t traverse twenty thousand kilometers quickly.

Venerable Solaar employed a space-element demon artifact and instant teleported dozens of times to reach this plateau.

Compared to other regions of the Black Tail World, the mountains here were higher and steeper, resembling towering forests of stone columns.

The Black Tail World had long passed its descent period, and its climate was much more temperate than the Iron Fist World, with a global average temperature stabilized around 10 degrees.

This temperature was insufficient to hinder plant growth, and given the remarkable tenacity of plant life in this realm, each giant column was covered with low vegetation, even at altitudes as high as ten thousand meters.

Venerable Solaar sensed for a moment, a flicker of doubt flashing within his vertical pupils.

Just a moment ago, he clearly sensed the rebel was in this place.

Yet, sensing again now, the rebel appeared to be over ten thousand kilometers away in another region.

Venerable Solaar naturally arrived at a conclusion: “The rebel possesses the ability to foresee crises. It sensed a lethal threat approaching and started fleeing desperately.”

This was a very reasonable explanation.

A cruel smile appeared in his vertical pupils, whispering: “Where’s your previous arrogance? Do you think you can outrun me? I’ll peel your skin alive, cut off every piece of your muscle, dig out each of your organs, and imprison your soul for a hundred years of torment.”

From this statement, it’s clear that relations within the Five Colored Flame Race are far from harmonious, and conflicts among them are likely numerous.

“Poof!”

The Venerable’s avatar dissolved into a mass of green flames and disappeared without a trace.

Another five minutes passed.

Venerable Solaar emerged from a rift, joyfully flicking its tail: “Caught up!”

It sensed very clearly that the rebel was just three hundred kilometers away, “hmphed” again: “Running rather fast!”

The Venerable unhesitatingly pulled out a semi-fantasy, semi-reality black skull and waved it forward.

“Ah~”

Only to hear an extremely shrill scream.

The sound contained terrifying power, causing the surrounding airspace to depress, with thin cracks faintly visible within.

Five inky black clouds burst out from the skull, tearing through space instantaneously and disappearing.

This is precisely the Spatial Anchor.

Moments later.

The Venerable Solal sensed again that the Spatial Anchor had suffered a spatial impact, but the powerful force contained within the Spatial Anchor restrained the spatial impact.

It is evident that the Reverse Race is trapped by the Spatial Anchor, attempting to break free from the spatial blockade, but predictably failing.

The Venerable’s gaze towards the front is filled with a “cat playing with a mouse” delight.

From the brief spatial confrontation earlier, the Reverse Race’s reaction speed cannot be said to be slow.

If it had been even a fraction slower, it would likely have escaped this interception.

Unfortunately, the Reverse Race is facing the Venerable!

Though it seems like Venerable Solal did nothing, secretly it employed many techniques.

The Venerable used two Venerable-level Secret Techniques, one to lower the Reverse Race’s crisis perception and the other to delay its sense of crisis.

It also employed two other powerful Secret Techniques, one to predict the Reverse Race’s behavior and the other to subtly influence its mind.

This is an absolute crushing by strength and Secret Techniques!!

“Bang!”

Accompanied by an explosive sound.

The Venerable Solal rushed forward at a terrifying speed exceeding twelve times the speed of sound, leaving a faint green trail in its wake.

Just over a minute passed.

The Venerable relied solely on physical strength to forcibly cross three hundred kilometers, smoothly seeing the silhouette of the Reverse Race.

It was trapped in a large shadow, sometimes blurry, sometimes disappearing, and then appearing again.

It was evident that the Reverse Race was desperately trying to escape.

Venerable Solal approached within three kilometers and did not advance further, choosing instead to stay in place, quietly observing the scene.

This was to exert psychological pressure and force the Reverse Race to reveal its last resort.

The Venerable wanted to see the Reverse Race being driven step by step to suffocation by death, plunged into out-and-out madness.

However.

The Venerable had only watched for a few seconds when it suddenly felt something amiss: “No, why has the Reverse Race’s soul aura weakened so much?”

“Ah~”

The skull issued another sharp scream.

The shadow area wriggled slightly, and the Power of Space strongly pressured the Reverse Race, which silently turned into fine powder.

But within Venerable Solal’s vertical pupils, a trace of anger flashed.

Damn it!

It was indeed a clone!

At this moment.

The Venerable suddenly changed its expression, retreating at lightning speed, breaking through the instantaneous speed of twenty times the speed of sound.

At the same time, it activated the skull’s power, preparing for a distant instant teleportation.

But it failed.

The frenzied spatial energy prevented the skull from tearing open the space.

The Venerable dared not try again; otherwise, if the spatial energy spread, it would be the first to be destroyed.

In the next instant.

The shadow area, including the Spatial Anchor, surged up in an area ten times larger.

This was not a “rise” in the physical sense, but merely a special visual effect.

A super strong attraction forcefully tugged at the Venerable’s body, trying to pull it into the center of the rise.

Venerable Solal roared and immediately activated a Secret Technique.

“Bang!”

One of its arms exploded into green flames, instantly wrapping around its body.

The green flames transformed into a meteor, forcibly breaking free from the attraction and speeding towards the perimeter.

Unfortunately, this move still failed.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

A series of thunderous explosions rang out.

The area of spatial rise suddenly darkened.

Countless fragmented images flashed through it; there was dark red lava and black stone walls within these fragmented images.

This looked like an underground cavern with lava.

Beyond the images, bright green light obscured everything.

Venerable Solal was immediately subjected to even stronger pulls, and the green flame meteor it transformed into fell slowly towards the fragmented images.

This moment.

The Venerable finally realized it had fallen into the Reverse Race’s trap.

It thought it had used the Spatial Anchor to trap the Reverse Race, but actually, this was exactly what the Reverse Race wanted.

The Reverse Race had made exceedingly clever arrangements here, breaking through the Spatial Anchor’s blockade and forcibly opening a Spatial Passage.

Venerable Solal clearly saw that, on the other side, the region was an underground cavern world called “Flame Prison.”

Succubi, welcomed by various Civilization Worlds and Primordial races, are specialty of the Flame Prison.

If it had descended as its true body, it would have had a way to escape the spatial collapse.

But the clone’s power was a tier weaker, truly unable to resist the pull formed by the collapse.

“Boom!”

The giant thunder sounded once more.

The sky full of green light became stronger, accelerating the spatial collapse by a considerable margin.

The “rise” area seemed to reach some limit, and a torrent of Power of Space erupted.

Venerable Solal fell into the torrent and instantly vanished.

*

Within the Void Rift.

Miss Jana was surrounded by light-blue seawater, watching the Demon Venerable clone fall into the Flame Prison, her pretty face full of disbelief.

Yang Fan glanced at her and smiled: “As long as there is sufficient preparation, a Venerable clone is not invincible.”