Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 742

Chapter 742: The Obsidian Demon King Chapter 742: The Obsidian Demon King “I’m afraid you have no chance,” a magnetic and gentle voice stopped them from moving.

“Who?!” The two Demon Sorcerers looked around warily.

These demons were born with extremely powerful abilities and senses; how could they not detect the presence of these individuals?

“Ohh…

your tone is quite bold, Ice Wing Angel Beast!” The Demon King didn’t seem to be surprised by their sudden appearance.

He was able to see through Zhiyi’s identity at a glance.

He didn’t take them seriously.

As long as he wanted, this entire planet could be destroyed.

But he didn’t want to ruin his plans just yet.

He needed power, and to do that, he needed to collect all the ancient relics left by their predecessors to protect the next generation.

This was why he captured humans alive and only killed those he found annoying.

“Hmm?

A Divinity Ice Phoenix?

Such a rare race gathered here working together; I wonder when I, this King, achieved such an honor?” Although his words sounded like praise, the tone of mockery was unmistakable.

Bing Xue’s angelic face bore a faint expression, while Zhiyi’s gorgeous face was adorned with an enigmatic smile.

“Let me guess, your arrival has something to do with those humans who just left?” The Demon King rubbed his chin.

He had completely ignored the presence of Shenlian Yingzhu and Jun Mu Yang from the start.

Unfortunately, both of them wore masks and cloaks, so their figures and identities remained unknown to this demon.

“You demons are quite clever yet foolish at the same time,” Zhiyi said, a soft smile flashing across his face.

The demons’ faces twitched in response.

How could this man insult them with such a gentle smile and warm tone?

“Hmm, instead of protecting those useless humans, you come here instead.

Aren’t you afraid that I might send someone to kill them on their way?” The Demon King laughed darkly.

“You have that ability?” Bing Xue asked with feigned doubt.

His angelic face remained innocent, and his aura was clean, yet his poisonous question struck the Demon King like a sharp arrow.

“Bang!!” The normally composed Demon King was furious.

He glanced at them, and the ground beneath them cracked as many strange and sharp gems emerged from the air.

If the four of them dodged too late, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Obsidian Demon King, is this what you can do?” Jun Mu Yang leaned against the wall and smiled lightly.

“How do you know my identity?” The Obsidian Demon King was not only shocked, but the two Demon Sorcerers were frightened as well.

No one, except the demon race in the Demon Realm, knew the identities of the Demon Kings and Demon Princes because all demons were born with different talents and powers.

They were granted various titles that matched their abilities.

Those Demon Kings and Princes rarely revealed themselves or their powers in public, especially to humans.

They had powerful minions to serve them, so why bother to show up?

They despised revealing their true powers to humans; even immortals were unaware of their identities.

Whenever the Demon Kings or Princes appeared, their subordinates merely referred to them as ‘King.’ Shenlian Yinzhu was too lazy to speak to them, so he directly signaled everyone to act quickly.

He didn’t feel at ease leaving Yue’er behind.

His anxiety mirrored that of the three men present.

They had become increasingly attached to her in recent days.

“Humph!” The Obsidian Demon King rose from his chair.

As he snapped his fingers, obsidian shards appeared out of nowhere.

They looked harmless, but these obsidians were a disaster!

These obsidians were vessels of despair, capable of draining hope and vitality from their surroundings.

They drew energy from the fear and anguish of their victims, fueling the Demon King’s insatiable hunger for power.  This was the reason he had been granted this title and elevated above millions of demons.

“I’ve lived for thousands of years; even the emperor has never insulted this king like this.

Today, this king will show you what it feels like to be in despair!” The Obsidian Demon King’s form suddenly vanished.

The entire room was filled with obsidian shards.

Even if they dug into the ground, escaped through the walls, or flew through the air, they could not evade the onslaught of these deadly particles.

The Obsidian Demon King was proud of his power.

He had claimed countless lives with this incredible ability already.

He stunned his enemies with his unpredictable skills, and he had never lost to anyone, even to gods-except for the Demon Emperor.

He was quite confident that these four men could not escape alive.

“Shatter!” Shenlian Yingyue crossed his index and middle fingers, bringing them close to his mouth as he whispered with his mesmerizing voice.

All the obsidians shattered like broken glass, and the chamber regained its previous atmosphere.

Yet, it caused a great shock to the Obsidian Demon King.

“Who are you?” The Obsidian Demon King’s eyes widened.

Not many people in the world could break through his obsidian field.

This person’s fighting style and voice seemed somehow familiar to him, but he shook his head immediately.

Impossible!

That person had been dead a long time ago-how could he be alive?

And even if he were alive, he couldn’t possibly appear on such a low-level planet.

Shenlian Yinzhu didn’t allow the Demon King time to ponder his identity.

He joined forces with Jun Mu Yang to confront the Demon King.

Zhiyi and Bing Xue fought against the two Demon Sorcerers.

“Incarcerate!” Shenlian Yinzhu’s mesmerizing eyes narrowed as he whispered quietly.

The plan failed!

The expression on the Obsidian Demon King’s face changed.

Before he could inform anyone, his body was tightly imprisoned by Shenlian Yinzhu’s spell.

————— “The demons have caused great havoc in the Mortal Realm, inflicting significant losses on humanity, killing indiscriminately, and forcing us to surrender the ancient relics left to us by our ancestors,” said the ancestor of the Wang clan, clenching his fist.

Wang Pei Zhi, who listened to his ancestor’s words, felt a chill.

He comforted his mother, who held his hand tightly as she looked around.  Patriarch Wang gently rested his hand on her shoulders.

“Those who refuse to comply will be taken captive and tortured by them.

Those who submit will become slaves to the evildoers,” he continued.

“Our ancestors fell victim to their plots: some were imprisoned in caves, some poisoned by demons, while others were killed by the Demon King for risking their lives to send their descendants and people to safety and refused to give them the ancient relics.”