Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1630 - 1627: The Demon God Appears

A dazzling spectacle unfolded, their collective radiance akin to a celestial galaxy, utterly captivating.

Within this divine assembly, hundreds of experts at the Immortal Emperor Realm stood imposingly, their very presence exuding an emperor's dominion over the cosmos. Each ripple of their spiritual power agitated the very fabric of space, as if they were cosmic deities who could reshape reality with a mere thought.

More than a hundred Immortal Venerate Realm powerhouses were enveloped in ethereal light, resembling auspicious clouds descending. Wherever their gazes landed, the air shimmered and warped, projecting an aura of dread that resonated in all directions.

This formidable and magnificent formation acted as an insurmountable bulwark, a steadfast barrier against the advance of the Otherworldly Demons, akin to a colossal, unyielding mountain.

An intense, close-quarters engagement ensued. The warriors of the Immortal Clan unleashed their Lifebound Treasures, striking with bursts of spiritual light. Their Divine Artifacts blazed like miniature suns, annihilating the approaching Otherworldly Demons into dust upon contact.

Alternatively, they invoked powerful Immortal Laws, their hand seals weaving intricate patterns. Runes filled the sky, coalescing into luminous shields that spanned the heavens and earth, ensnaring and crushing the invaders into mere particulate matter.

Despite the ferocity and sheer numbers of the Otherworldly Demons, they were utterly outmatched by the overwhelming might of the Thirteen Immortal Clans. Their struggle was akin to ants attempting to topple a mighty tree, with no conceivable path to victory.

They were left to face the relentless, storm-like onslaught and the overwhelming torrent of destruction with utter despair.

In mere moments, the battlefield became a graveyard, the demonic shadows vanishing like smoke, signifying a brutal and one-sided annihilation.

The onlookers within the city erupted in cheers, their hearts filled with elation and fervent excitement.

But then, a sudden shift occurred.

A profound and resonant voice boomed from the depths of the night sky, proclaiming, "Mandate of Heaven Individual, you have finally revealed yourself!"

In the blink of an eye.

The night sky ignited with pairs of eyes, scarlet as the suns, their crimson glare instantly plunging the darkened world into a bloody illumination.

As the pervasive crimson light enveloped everyone—from the common citizens within the city walls to the cultivators and even the mighty members of the Thirteen Immortal Clans—a disturbing prickling sensation spread across their scalps, sending an icy chill down their spines.

Even the Immortal Venerate Realm powerhouses among the Thirteen Immortal Clans felt an explosive pressure, an overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to tear their bodies asunder.

Numerous cultivators with weaker spiritual foundations succumbed to sheer terror, collapsing to the ground, many even losing consciousness.

"The aura of a God!" an Immortal Clan warrior cried out in shock, never anticipating the appearance of a Demon God, a turn of events far surpassing any expectation.

The atmosphere grew thick with tension, a palpable sense of foreboding now pervading the scene.

Conversely, Xu Wendong maintained an extraordinary composure.

His gaze fixed on the colossal eyes hanging in the night sky, a cold glint flashing within his eyes, he mused, "My intuition was correct; this is indeed a trap, a calculated scheme to draw me out!"

Upon hearing that cultivators from the Lower Realm and the Immortal Realm had joined forces to reclaim the Biluo Immortal Continent, and that powerful figures from the other four continents were converging upon it, Xu Wendong had harbored suspicions of a ploy orchestrated by the Otherworldly Demons.

The notion was that by gathering all the human race's powerhouses in one location, they could be ambushed, and importantly, he himself could be lured into the open.

Now, his initial suspicions appeared to be fully validated.

"Your intelligence is commendable, yet your appearance today was a grave error," a thunderous voice reverberated through the sky.

In the ensuing moment.

Erupting from the churning vortex of demonic clouds, a colossal demonic silhouette emerged, blotting out the sun as if violently torn from a forbidden, wild abyss. It carried a terrifying might capable of shattering heavens and obliterating worlds, its form slowly materializing as it tore through the spatial dimensions.

This Demon God, whose colossal form rivaled mountain peaks, was swathed in a swirling mass of demonic qi that resembled a solid, black tempest. The surrounding space, seemingly as fragile as glass, twisted violently under its unstoppable advance.

Its scales, each the size of a millstone, were a glossy, obsidian black, radiating a chilling, cold light. Intricate patterns, reminiscent of ancient curse totems, adorned them, exuding a pungent stench of decay and blood.

The mere proximity to this entity induced a profound sense of one's soul being irrevocably pulled into a bottomless abyss.

It bore three heads, perched atop broad shoulders in a triangular formation. The central head bore the visage of an ancient, wrathful demon king, its colossal size comparable to a dwelling. Veins bulged like enraged Flood Dragons across its form, a terrifying promise of impending destruction.

With fangs as menacing and sharp as colossal spikes protruding from its maw, ink-green mucus dripped, each drop searing the ground like potent acid. Sizzling sounds echoed as the corrosive liquid instantly carved deep, horrifying pits from which blue smoke billowed, the air thick with the scent of burning and an ominous demonic aura.

Its eyes, resembling twin seas of blood, cast gazes like scarlet blades. Upon contact, they froze the very space, paralyzing time. Living souls felt ensnared by invisible iron claws, rendered immobile, sensing death's grim approach with every labored breath.

The left head, reminiscent of an evil phantom guarding the abyssal depths of Jiuyou Purgatory, possessed blue-purple skin, cracked and dry like an ancient riverbed. Its eye sockets were sunken caverns where ghostly green flames danced, swaying to an infernal rhythm.

When it grinned, a ghastly sound, like sharp nails scraping a rusty iron plate, pierced the eardrums and burrowed into the heart. This unnerving noise instantly sent spiritual power into chaos, made hair stand on end, and covered the body in a dense layer of goosebumps.

The right head appeared brimming with infinite resentment, as if resurrected from the Shura Battlefield. Its visage was contorted in an expression of pure rage, ready to burst forth, cheeks distended. With every exhalation, black streams were sprayed outwards.

Wherever this head moved, the demonic qi ignited like volatile black gunpowder, exploding and burning fiercely, twisting the surrounding space with searing heat.

Its six arms were as thick as ancient trees, their muscles taut and appearing forged from solid iron. Even the slightest tremor sent ripples through the surrounding space, creating deep, resonant echoes.

The magic artifacts held within its grasp were each capable of shattering stars and decimating heavens, radiating an aura of pure malevolence and ferocity.

Lofted high, the giant scythe resembled a crescent moon poised to harvest both life and death. Its blade, several feet in length, was a dull, matte black, yet it emanated a profoundly chilling light along its razor-sharp edge.

That cold luminescence seemed capable of freezing souls, instilling a desperate chill deep within the heart.

The blade bore intricate, serpentine runes, each seemingly whispering ancient curses of death. It absorbed the negative energies of the world, aligning perfectly with the Demon God's malevolent thoughts.

With every powerful swing, a swath of black scythe-light slashed forth.

Where this energy passed, space fractured like delicate paper, revealing dark rifts that resembled gaping abyssal mouths, eager to swallow all. Even stars, it seemed, vanished into this encompassing darkness, never to return.

The chains clanked with a noisy clamor, their thickness comparable to a grown man's waist. Knobby and studded with fang-like hooks, they bore fragmented remnants of shattered souls. These dangling fragments hovered, emitting shrill keening sounds, like the eternal lamentations of vengeful spirits.

With a mere flick of the wrist, the chains slithered through space like lethal ink-black snakes. Their power was such that they could seize human souls and penetrate deep into one's spiritual acupoints.

The wolf fang club was even more imposing and menacing. Its shaft was covered in blade-like sharp teeth, resembling a meticulously crafted instrument of death. In the dim, shadowy light of the demon, it twinkled with a bloodthirsty gleam. Runes were engraved upon it, appearing like famished beasts roaring, yearning to break free.

Undeterred by the Demon God's overwhelming might, Xu Wendong's lips curled into a grim, terrifying smile. "If I had not appeared," he stated, "how else would I have drawn you out?"