The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1120 Blood Dyeing the Heavens! Overturning the Demon Clan (5)

He understood clearly that any retreat would mean the total extinction of the demons. Years of grueling effort would crumble to nothing. He felt only deep resentment toward his own lack of the Demon Emperor bloodline, which prevented him from ascending to that final level. Otherwise, why would the Demon Clan have ever fallen into such a dire predicament?

Refusing to back down even before the oppressive majesty of an Immortal Emperor, he declared, "You have truly arrived!"

Tian merely cast a frigid, arrogant glance his way. Treating Bai Yunfei as nothing more than a nuisance, he remarked, "You have made a grave error. No being in this world can defy my will. You are sharp, yet equally foolish. Did you truly believe a simple Dragon Trapping Array would act as my barrier?"

As these words left his lips, a suffocating pressure characteristic of an Immortal Emperor descended upon them. Everyone within the Demon Clan's ancestral grounds coughed up blood instantly. Bai Yunfei turned ashen; no one had anticipated that Tian had regained such terrifying power.

With no retreat possible, Bai Yunfei stepped forward to trigger the Dragon Trapping Array. Vast amounts of demonic energy surged into him, causing his aura to skyrocket until his strength touched the Immortal Emperor realm. However, the sheer act of forcing the formation to activate began to consume his own body with that very same demonic energy.

Tian offered a slight frown and muttered, "A pointless struggle."

"Is it? We shall see if there is any merit to it," Bai Yunfei replied with a faint smile. He had no escape, so what purpose was fear? Glancing at the hopeful faces behind him, he knew his fate was sealed. Fixing his eyes on the three demon lords, he sent a secret voice transmission: "If this battle claims my life, guard my will and spirit, and spirit away my emperor! Save the demon bloodline at all costs."

Observing Bai Yunfei's earnest expression, the three Demon Lords finally grasped the staggering weight of the burden he had shouldered for their race all these years.

"Old Bai! I, the Blood Demon, have never bowed to you in all my days, but today… you have earned my conviction. You possess a spirit unlike our own. It is no wonder my emperor held you in such high regard. I never grasped the reason before, but now… I understand. Fear not! As long as my breath holds, no soul shall touch our emperor," the Blood Demon vowed with utter sincerity, his eyes shimmering with newfound respect.

A sense of relief washed over Bai Yunfei. With his final worry settled, he watched the three Demon Lords retreat toward the ancestral grounds to carry Mengli to safety. "Haha, Tian! Come, let us test your mettle today, you so-called… prime source of darkness."

With a chilling laugh, Bai Yunfei plunged out of the formation to clash with the sky itself.

No one dared join the fray, nor could they even draw near. The sheer emperor's might radiating from them could easily disintegrate all living things. Even an Immortal King would be turned into dust in an instant.

Despite the ferocity of Bai Yunfei's assault, Tian remained entirely indifferent, barely acknowledging the man before him. In his view, Bai Yunfei was merely kicking against the inevitable. He knew well that this forced breakthrough was temporary and could not persist.

Choosing the most efficient path to victory to conserve his own strength, he allowed Bai Yunfei to suffer the internal ravages of the demonic energy until he collapsed. His cold tactic left the demons livid but powerless to intervene.

"Can you no longer hold on?" After just a millennium, Bai Yunfei's frame began to buckle under the strain of the demonic energy, revealing the cracks in his power. Tian sneered in derision. He harbored a shred of admiration for the man, yet despised him for being shackled by a bloodline that made him a permanent inferior.

The demonic energy finally consumed Bai Yunfei from within. As Tian landed one final, decisive palm strike, Bai Yunfei fell. He had given everything. He had plotted every detail, predicting Tian’s eventual return to the Immortal Emperor Realm, hoping the Dragon Trapping Array would secure his victory.

He had not foreseen that Wang Xianzhi would become the fatal flaw in his design. That miscalculation, and the death of Wang Xianzhi, had paved the road for the demon race's ruin and allowed Tian to reach a height previously unimagined.

Watching Bai Yunfei fall, Lin Qingzhu felt hope wither in her chest. She wept for the Demon Lord, a hollow ache of despair settling deep within her. With the demons surrounded, she knew the various forbidden realms in the outer territories must have already succumbed.

The final sanctuary had vanished. There was nowhere left to flee, only a duty to fight until the end. She desired only to face death with honor.

The death of Bai Yunfei ignited the fury of a million demon seeds. They roared in defiance, preparing to battle the dark entities to the death. Suddenly, a surging aura erupted from behind them, causing those present to tremble. A massive power emanated directly from the demon pool.

The entire world shook violently.

"Oh? An expert hidden away?" Tian frowned slightly. He felt a familiar resonance and his interest was finally piqued. It was the presence of an old acquaintance, one whose aura had already ascended to the Immortal Emperor realm.