My Informative Cultivation Life

A multitude of demons hurriedly retreated, but the battle between the Demon Consort and Emperor Tianyu continued.

The Demon Bell previously in the hands of the Demon Consort was no longer there; instead, it had grown to an immense size, sealing off the space-time within a radius of fifty miles, preventing Emperor Tianyu from escaping, clearly intent on delivering a killing blow.

Although the Demon Consort was only equivalent to the Divinity Transformation realm, facing Emperor Tianyu, who was of the Demon Emperor realm, she showed no fear, launching broad and powerful attacks. Her Demonic Palms swept through the air, intertwining with her Divine Skills to transform into a massive Demon Mountain that came crashing down.

"Well done!"

As a Demon Emperor, equivalent to the Void Refining stage and having heard the Dao, Emperor Tianyu was a supreme genius who had not yet slain the Dao Calamity to become a Demon Child but had still harvested much of the Origin of the Great Dao.

Being a full realm above the Demon Consort in cultivation and knowing full well of her demonic and splendid combat record, he, with the heart of a genius and bolstered by formidable strength, remained fearless.

As the Demon Consort's mountainous palm came crashing down, he bellowed, his arms filled with infinite Demon Essence, crazily drove his Demon God Fist Guards, emitting a surging black light, and ferociously struck at the Demon Consort.

Boom!

The mountain shattered!

The moment after the Demon Consort's eyes flashed, Emperor Tianyu's demon fists, unstoppable as bamboo splints, blasted through the Demon Mountain she had conjured, thunderously striking right into the palms of her hands amidst a howling noise.

A wave of searing pain!

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The Demon Consort's palms were instantly crushed by the terrifying force of Emperor Tianyu, who then broke through and charged forward, his palms sharp as blades, aiming straight for the Demon Consort's eyes.

A foolish thought!

The Demon Consort's gaze darkened, her body suddenly arched backward in a dangerously close maneuver, narrowly avoiding Emperor Tianyu's attack.

Yet even so, the ruthless edge of his palms still managed to cut off several strands of her hair.

"Emperor Tianyu is incredibly strong. A true genius of the inheritors, he now surpasses the Demon Consort by an entire realm, notably, the realm of understanding the Dao, which is as vast as a chasm. Even with the Demon Consort's endless techniques, it will be difficult to slay him quickly," Yang Ji closely watched the fight below from the Sky Firmament.

Silent and unusually calm, as the Demon Consort leaned back, she saw a pair of iron fists grow larger in her vision, Emperor Tianyu pressing his advantage and delivering another booming punch.

Boom!

Taken by surprise and so close in distance, despite her extraordinary intuition detecting danger, the Demon Consort couldn't evade and was smashed directly by the punch, her form blown into a mass of Origin Demonic Qi under Emperor Tianyu's Dao Principled assault.

"Demon Consort, you actually chose not to use your Demon Bell to fight me. I must say, you are quite arrogant, thinking you could use your Divine Skills alone to kill me? That's simply courting death!"

Emperor Tianyu sneered, well aware of the Demon Consort's formidable powers, including her Immortal Body. Knowing that these few blows, although crippling, were not yet enough to kill the Demon Consort.

Thus, Emperor Tianyu once again filled his arms with Demon Essence, energizing the Demon God Fist Guards, and brutally smashed down on the Demon Consort as she was condensing her form back together.

At the same time, the Demon Consort, having just recomposed her form, was as cold as frost, pointing a finger in response.

Her right index finger, like a celestial lance, was filled with a mysteriously powerful force, piercing through Emperor Tianyu's fist. Thousands of years of cultivated protective demonic aura did nothing to stop it; the finger punctured straight through, even causing the Demon God Fist Guards to tremble as a mysterious force transmitted through his fist and directly into his body.

The hardness of this finger was not the most terrifying aspect, but rather the energy it harbored possessed the ability to weaken life. Vicious and bizarre, upon entering the body, the force exploded instantly, savagely shattering Emperor Tianyu's heart, flesh, and even Demon Soul, constantly eroding his life force, slashing into Emperor Tianyu's lifespan.

This finger was too horrifying, as unyielding as a heavenly drill, able to stand up to the Demon God Fist Guards. More dreadfully peculiar was that the mysterious force contained within the finger could not only destroy the body but also erase lifespan.

[Supreme Divine Power, Fate-Pointing Finger, a single point that diminishes life!]

"Fate-Pointing Finger! Such a formidable Divine Skill, capable of erasing lifespan!" Yang Ji's pupils shrank abruptly.

Feeling the rapid loss of his lifespan, Emperor Tianyu's heart shook uncontrollably. In that instant, he felt he had lost five hundred years of life. The wickedness of this Divine Skill thoroughly shocked him. If it were to continue for a few more breaths, his thousands of years of lifespan might be completely wiped clean.

He hastily circulated his Demon Essence, decisively expelling this troublesome mysterious force from his body.

However, just at that moment, the Demon Consort saw Emperor Tianyu coping with the mysterious force of Fate-Pointing Finger and, seizing the opportunity, decisively struck with her palm.

Nine-Layered Demon Palm, eighty-one layers of force exploded out in an instant!

Boom!

As Emperor Tianyu struggled to rid himself of the mysterious force and felt the approaching Demonic Palm, his expression changed. Indeed restrained, he found himself completely reactive. At that moment, he could only barely muster his Demon Essence, raising his arms to defend.

But could the Demon Consort's Demon Stacking Palm be so easily withstood?

In Emperor Tianyu's eyes, what seemed to be mere successive nine palms turned out to be eighty-one layers of force upon contact. Each layer of force was comparable to a Great Divine Power. With eighty-one layers striking together, it amounted to a Supreme Divine Power. Moreover, each layer penetrated the body, burrowing within, rumbling like drums, rippling out like waves.

Splurt!