CHAPTER 2

In the demonic realm, shrouded in shadows where sunlight never reached, a man paced restlessly in a dimly lit room, illuminated only by the flickering dance of lantern flames.

With a commanding beard, slanted eyes, and long black hair, he exuded the air of a general, his sturdy physique accentuated by the silver armor he wore.

Wu Jun, his secretary, approached with a worried expression. Despite being young, anxiety was evident on his face.

Beside them stood a young boy dressed in dark blue attire, his chubby cheeks and a small silver sword sheathed at his side. The boy seemed to not fully comprehend the unfolding situation.

"My lord, the Holy Chen Mei is dead," Wu Jun said, his words echoing in the air.

Upon hearing that, Guo Feng clenched his teeth, his body trembled with anger.

With a quick hand motion, he used his magic to materialize a small crib on the floor of the room.

Lined with red wool, a delicate dress rested there, embraced by a pink blanket. That crib held a sleeping princess, as fair as snow, her long lashes denoting her beauty.

"Sister..." murmured the young boy next to the secretary, his face lit up by a brief moment of hope.

However, before he could even approach, his father, the demon lord, made another hand gesture, causing the crib and the little girl to vanish before everyone's eyes.

"War is approaching. I sent her to a safe place in the mortal realm," stated the demon lord, his tired eyes reflecting profound exhaustion.

He knew life would be difficult, but he desired to ensure the safety of the little princess, who was not only innocent but also the hope for a brighter future.

An overwhelming spiritual pressure echoed through the depths of the demonic realm, causing even the very earth that supported its dark pillars to tremble.

Guo Feng, aware that the celestial emperor and his troops had entered his territory, felt the oppressive weight of this presence deep within his being. He knew that on that day, one of the two realms would be doomed to inevitable collapse.

With unwavering determination, the general emerged from the depths of his castle, his soldiers gathered and aligned in a combat formation.

The air was charged with electricity, anticipating the conflict.

From the sky, a shower of white light descended like shooting stars, while at the forefront, the celestial emperor gleamed on his majestic golden sword.

The celestial armor shone, emitting an imposing and menacing aura.

Guo Feng raised his clenched fist firmly, conveying his order to the soldiers.

The tension in the air was palpable, every demonic warrior was ready for the imminent battle.

The demon lord then unleashed his own spiritual power, soaring through the air with indescribable grace.

His body seemed to float in harmony with the gusty wind that swept the battlefield, creating an intimidating image.

Qian Sheng ruthlessly advanced, his golden robes radiating majesty and power.

His celestial eyes gleamed with fierce intensity, while a divine aura enveloped his body.

With an elegant gesture of his hands, he summoned a beam of golden energy that stretched like a sharp band towards the demon lord.

Guo Feng, with his imposing and determined posture, was ready to face the attack. His muscular body, covered in a gleaming silver armor, emanated a dominant presence.

His eyes, black as the night, shone with a mixture of fury and resolution.

In the last moment, the demon lord skillfully dodged Qian Sheng's onslaught, showcasing his surprising agility. His movements were fluid and precise, like a deadly dance executed with mastery.

While avoiding the strike, he unleashed his own spiritual power, materializing an obsidian sword in his hands.

The sword was a masterpiece of skill and darkness, forged by the fusion of Guo Feng's power and the remnants of Chen Mei's cultivation. The black blade reflected a mysterious and sinister aura, emanating a power capable of reaping souls.

The two adversaries now stood face to face, their powers colliding in a storm of energy. The celestial emperor raised his hands in a defensive gesture, creating a radiant shield.

However, the relentless attack of the demon lord's sword easily broke through the barrier, disintegrating the divine power in an explosion of golden sparks.

Qian Sheng felt sweat trickling down his forehead, his body tense as he tried to dodge Guo Feng's precise strikes.

The demon lord moved with deadly grace, his strikes swift and precise, seeking to penetrate the defenses of the celestial emperor.

However, before Guo Feng could reach his target, he was thrown backward by an unknown and powerful force.

Two Gods appeared behind Qian Sheng, each wielding their own spiritual weapons.

The first held a fan adorned with depictions of towering mountains, while the second brandished a crackling blue whip.

The energy emanating from these two Gods was overwhelming, their combined powers formidable.

The fan unleashed a violent storm, propelling the celestial emperor away before the blade could pierce him, while the whip cut through the air with fury, striking Guo Feng in a swift and precise motion.

The pain tore through the demon lord's hands, leaving trails of blood and deep burns.