MTLNOVEL Chapter 49: Chapter 49: The Defeat of the Demon God
Under the continuous, surging, and relentless attacks of the coalition forces, the attacks were like an endless and tempestuous tide, wave after wave, surging towards the Demon God in an unending succession. Each wave of attacks carried the deep - seated anger and determination of the coalition members. The anger stemmed from the evil forces' attempt to disrupt the peace of the cultivation world, and the determination was to protect the countless living beings behind them. They exerted all their strength, like the crashing waves pounding against the rocks, each impact bearing the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, yet also with an unwavering tenacity. Again and again, without pause, they wore down the seemingly inexhaustible power of the Demon God.
Under such fierce and sustained offensive, the Demon God finally could no longer hold on. It was like a warrior who had endured countless battles in a long and brutal war, completely exhausted and drained of all strength. The once - imposing and invincible body began to show signs of collapse. Its huge, mountain - like body, which originally exuded a terrifying coercion, now resembled a building that had lost its support, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Black qi continuously gushed out from its massive body, like thick black smoke that was almost tangible, sinister and terrifying, slowly spreading across the entire battlefield. Wherever the smoke passed, it was as if an emissary of darkness was wantonly spreading, tainting the surrounding air with a deep, oppressive shade of darkness. This made the already extremely oppressive battlefield atmosphere, filled with the stench of blood and the aura of slaughter, even more foul. The qi seemed to carry a smell of decay and decline, like the putrid air from the Nine Nether Hells, pungent and nauseating. It was as if inhaling just a breath of it could make one feel the approach of death.
Its movements became increasingly sluggish, like an old and decrepit man. The years had left countless marks of vicissitudes on it, and each mark seemed to tell the tale of the dissipation of its power. It stumbled as it walked, with each step taken with great difficulty. Its heavy footsteps seemed to be dragging a thousand - jun burden. Even a simple action like raising its arm, which was effortless in the past, now seemed to require all its strength. Every tiny movement was so arduous. The once - feared agility and swiftness had long since vanished like a passing cloud, leaving only a decaying and sluggish shell, struggling to survive under the attacks of the coalition forces.
Lin Yu, from beginning to end, had been intently watching every move of the Demon God. His sharp gaze was like the brightest star in the night sky. Even in this chaotic, smoky, and dark battlefield, it could penetrate through the thick fog like a sharp arrow, accurately capturing every subtle change in the Demon God. His eyes were filled with calmness and concentration, not missing any possible opportunity for an attack.
At this moment, he keenly seized this rare opportunity, like an assassin who had been waiting in the dark for a long time. Over the years, he had endured in countless life - and - death trials and honed himself through numerous hardships and obstacles, all for the moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. Finally, at this moment, he had waited for the best moment to strike. It was a fleeting gap given by fate, and how could he let it slip away easily? A resolute and fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His gaze was like a tangible cold light. Without hesitation, he gathered all the remaining spiritual power in his body and channeled it without reservation into the Primordial Divine Sword.
The Primordial Divine Sword seemed to sense its master's desperate determination. The sword body trembled slightly, as if responding to Lin Yu's call, or perhaps trembling with excitement for the impending fatal blow. Brilliant light shone on the sword body. At first, it was just a few dots of light, but then it became increasingly dazzling, like a blazing sun radiating its brilliance on the sword. The light contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, as if impatiently gathering strength for the coming fatal strike, ready to completely annihilate all evil.
Then, Lin Yu forcefully pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped high into the air. His figure was like a soaring eagle, galloping through the sky, with a vigorous and brave posture, charging forward with indomitable momentum. He struck down with all his might towards the Demon God's head. In that instant, his figure was like a deadly bolt of lightning, as fast as the wind. It was so fast that people could only catch a blurred shadow. It left a dazzling light in the air that was almost too bright to look at directly, tearing through the darkness of the battlefield and illuminating this part of the world. The power of this sword strike was as great as thunder, as if carrying the might of heaven and earth, with a majestic momentum capable of splitting the heavens and the earth. It seemed that the entire world trembled under this sword strike.
This sword strike contained all his hopes and strength, embodying his longing for victory, his adherence to justice, and his hatred for evil. With an irresistible force, it slashed straight towards the head of the Demon God. With a "Click" sound, as if cutting through the neck of a giant, the Demon God's head fell off. The head was enormous. As it rolled, it hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, as if it was the Demon God's final unwilling roar. The sound echoed for a long time over this devastated land, as if telling the world of its unwillingness and resentment, but to no avail.
The Demon God's huge body crashed to the ground, like a collapsing mountain. The deafening sound was ear - splitting, and a cloud of dust rose up, blotting out the sky and the sun. The dust filled the air and lingered for a long time. It was like a thick veil, covering the battlefield, as if telling the story of the Demon God's once - greatness and its current desolation. Every grain of dust seemed to recall its former might, yet also lament its current decline.
Subsequently, the Demon God's huge body turned into a mass of black mist. At first, the mist was thick, but gradually it became thinner, like the haze dispelled by the sun. Under the shocked and joyous gazes of the coalition members, it gradually disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world, leaving only a desolate battlefield. The ground was covered with deep gullies and pits, marks left by the fierce battle between the Demon God and the coalition forces. Some gullies were bottomless, like wounds torn open on the earth; some pits had charred edges, as if burned by flames, witnessing this thrilling life - and - death battle. Every scar seemed to tell a heroic story, whether it was the coalition warriors charging forward fearlessly, regardless of the powerful enemy, or their tenacious resistance in desperate situations. These stories would be forever engraved on this land, becoming legends passed down by future generations.
Seeing the defeat of the Demon God, the coalition members immediately cheered with joy, as if celebrating a grand festival. Their cheers rose and fell one after another, intertwining to form a deafening wave of sound. The sound broke through the smoke of the battlefield and echoed between heaven and earth, filled with the joy and pride of victory. On each person's face was a beaming smile full of happiness and contentment. The smile contained remembrance of the sacrificed comrades. They knew that this victory did not come easily; it was bought with the blood and lives of countless comrades. The fallen figures would live forever in their hearts, becoming the strength for them to move forward. At the same time, the smile was also filled with the cherishing of this hard - won victory. This victory was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating their arduous path.
This battle with the Demon God had cost the coalition forces a heavy price. Many heroic warriors had fallen on the battlefield forever. Their blood had dyed the land red. The bright red color was particularly eye - catching on this desolate battlefield, becoming the most tragic backdrop of this battle. Some were hit by the Demon God during the charge, and their bodies were instantly crushed by the powerful force, without even having time to let out a cry. Some sacrificed themselves by using their bodies to block the Demon God's attacks to protect their comrades. Others exhausted their spiritual power while casting spells and died of exhaustion. Their departure was a great loss to the coalition, but their heroic deeds would be remembered forever.
Nevertheless, the coalition forces finally achieved victory and successfully foiled the evil forces' plot. It was like winning a hard - fought victory after a long struggle in the darkness. The dawn of victory was like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds. Although faint, it had an extremely powerful force, bringing a glimmer of hope to the cultivation world, dispelling the dark haze that had enveloped this land, allowing the land to once again see the hope of peace and tranquility, and re - igniting the yearning and longing for a better life in people's hearts. From then on, the people of the cultivation world would remember this history, cherish this hard - won peace, inherit the heroic spirit of the coalition warriors, and safeguard this homeland they loved.