Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Grew had a bad feeling about this. The reason why he launched a full-scale attack was because of this. It was precisely because Feng Yimo had been gone for more than a year, and the Black Feather Devil was nowhere to be seen. As such, he wanted to forcefully conquer the five cities of Homo Clan and establish his Immortal Merit Points.    

    

Although he was the patriarch, he felt that there was a hidden undercurrent. First Madam had always been in the dark, and her whereabouts were strange. Without solid evidence, she wouldn't be able to attack First Madam. If he could do something that no one in the previous generations could do, then his reputation in Devil Clan would be like the sun in the sky. No one would be able to shake his position as the patriarch.    

    

However, he had never expected Feng Yimo to suddenly appear in front of hundreds of thousands of Devil Clan. If he told them about the oath he had made, his reputation would be tarnished.    

    

Hence, when he heard Feng Yimo say so, he hurriedly said, "Alright, I'll do as you say!" After he sat down, he whispered to Black Wind beside him, "Black Wind, pass a message to Hei Ya. We must win this match. Even if we do not have confidence, the two of us can perish together and create a draw. My clan will find another plan!"    

    

Black Wind shivered. He did not understand why the clan head was so nervous, but he still followed the clan head's instructions and conveyed the clan head's orders to Hei Ya.    

    

Hei Ya was the last participant of the competition in Devil Clan. He slammed his hands against his chest with disdain. He could tell that the young cultivator was a young warrior. It was true that he was only at the Second Layer of the Nascent Infant realm, and he was at the peak of the Devil Emperor realm. If he couldn't even defeat a mere Second Layer of the Nascent Infant warrior, then his life would be in vain!    

    

The Homo Clan's side was in an uproar. Voices of opposition rose and fell. Tian Yuanjing, who was beside Mo Qiuhui, said discontentedly, "Alliance Master, this is a matter that concerns the life and death of the Homo Clan. It's not a child's play. We can't let Feng Yimo mess around!"    

    

Feng Yimo gave Tian Yuanjing a cold glance and said, "Alright, you go. I have no objections!"    

    

"Uh..." Tian Yuanjing instantly became speechless. He had nothing to say. What a joke. If he went up, he would definitely lose. Who knows, he might end up like Zhen Yutang, his soul scattering.    

    

Mo Qiuhui's brows knitted into a frown as he looked at Feng Yimo. "Feng Yimo, are you confident?"    

    

Feng Yimo looked at Mo Qiuhui. "I have confidence in Junior Brother. If Alliance Master has a better idea, I can ask Junior Brother to withdraw."    

    

Feng Yimo's junior brother hadn't said a word since he arrived at the scene. His face was expressionless, giving people a cold feeling. He was like a sharp sword. He was a little sharp, but his spirit was restrained. He looked very ordinary. He didn't even look at Mo Qiuhui, the chief of Homo Clan.    

    

Mo Qiuhui looked around. All the Soul Formation cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. He couldn't help but sigh. The Homo Clan cultivators cherished their feathers and didn't dare to fight. It was sad and sad. "Alright, let Feng Yimo's junior brother fight this battle!"    

    

Feng Yimo's junior brother walked out slowly. His expression was calm, as if he wasn't participating in the battle but was strolling around.    

    

"Kid, accept your death!"    

    

When Hei Ya saw Feng Yimo step out of the group, he roared and his body suddenly enlarged. In an instant, he was over 30 meters tall. His palm was 30 meters tall, and it was aimed at Feng Yimo's head.    

    

This palm brought with it a strong wind, blowing the clothes on Feng Yimo's body. He only raised his head and looked at the rapidly descending palm. He didn't move at all, as if he was scared silly.    

    

"Quickly dodge!"    

    

"Not good! If he doesn't move, won't he be killed by a single palm strike? It's over, the Homo Clan is going to lose!"    

    

The hearts of the cultivators and mortals in the city were in their throats. They began to worry for Feng Yimo. Some of them even sat on the ground in despair, not daring to look anymore.    

    

Seeing the giant palm of the blood demon about to land on Feng Yimo's head, everyone thought that he was going to die. Suddenly, Feng Yimo raised his right hand. A shocking sword Qi was released from his hand. With a swoosh, he soared into the sky and turned into a sharp sword. With a swoosh, he darted out of the palm of the blood demon.    

    

One should know that the Devil Clan was famous for its defensive power and powerful body. Especially the Demon Emperor. His entire body was comparable to a Highest Grade Magic Treasure. Ordinary magic treasures could injure him. Who would have thought that Hei Ya's palm would be penetrated by a Second Layer of the Nascent Infant warrior!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    

    

Ah -!    

    

Blacktooth screamed in pain. He clenched his left fist and threw it at Feng Yimo, "Take another punch from me!"    

    

But Mo Qiuhui and the others were shocked. They did not expect Feng Yimo, this junior brother, to be a Sword Cultivator. Since ancient times, the Sword Cultivator was an extremely sharp person. It was invincible among those of the same level. There were even people who could challenge those of a higher level. Seeing Feng Yimo hurt Blood Devil Emperor, they were half relieved.    

    

Seeing Hei Ya's huge fist about to land on Feng Yimo, he turned into a sword light and flew more than forty meters away. His movement technique was strange and unpredictable. Before Hei Ya could throw a second punch, a sword light that was fifty meters long shot out from the top of his head and went straight for Hei Ya.    

    

The sword light trembled slightly, and its killing intent was oppressive. It was as if there was nothing in the world that could stop the power of this sword! It was unstoppable!    

    

However, after Hei Ya was injured once, he became more careful. When he saw the shocking sword light flying over, his huge head swayed, and two horns that were like spears collided with the sword light!    

    

Dang!    

    

With a deafening sound, the unstoppable sword light landed on the horn of the blood demon, and it immediately dispersed. Junior Brother Feng Yimo was sent flying, and he was unable to break through the horn of the blood demon!    

    

Junior Feng Yimo could not help but smile bitterly. His cultivation base was still too low. Although he had inherited the Sword Dao and had been cultivating bitterly all this time, he had been comprehending the divine abilities of the Sword Dao in the Hall of Comprehension. However, his cultivation base was too low, and he was unable to unleash the power of the Sword Dao. If a Deification Period used a heaven-shaking sword strike, he would definitely be able to cut off this pair of horns!    

    

This junior brother was naturally Feng Yimo's second clone!    

    

When Feng Yimo was fighting, he had left all the medicinal Asura Black Core Flames, nests, medicinal Rainbow Wind Chasing Swords, and other treasures to his second clone. He was worried that if the Homo Clan's side had no chance of winning, it would be easy for the second clone to come out and save them. Sure enough, it was still useful.    

    

Although this was a little risky, it was related to the future of the Homo Clan. He had no choice but to do so. Hence, the second clone turned into another appearance, appearing as Feng Yimo's junior brother.    

    

Since the way of the sword was useless, the second clone changed its strategy and took out the hive. Hundreds of thousands of demonic insects flew out, Fourth Level Middle Rank, and Advanced. There were two hundred thousand low and mid level fifth level demonic bugs. They swarmed toward Blood Demon Hei Ya from all directions.    

    

Weng! Weng!    

    

These demonic bugs could fly. Feng Yimo, who could not fly, did not ask for any of them. Almost instantly, he surrounded Hei Ya in the middle and started tearing at him crazily.    

    

Among them, the Soul Devouring Insect Insect King led more than two thousand Soul Devouring Insects towards Hei Ya's huge head, specifically in charge of devouring his soul.    

    

Although the Demon Emperor's skin was thick and his defense was extremely strong, it could not withstand all kinds of demonic bugs crawling all over his body. The Fourth Grade demonic bugs might not be able to bite through his skin, but the Fifth Grade demonic bugs could chew off a layer of flesh skin. If one bit a few more times in a place, it would naturally break through his defense.    

    

"Ah? This... so many demonic bugs? And level five demonic bugs!" All the Homo Clan cultivators were stunned. This was the first time they had seen such a huge army of demonic insects. If they were on the battlefield, they would be able to hold up to tens of thousands of human cultivators!