The fierce battle continued for a long time, as the coalition forces pushed forward step by step, slaying and purifying the guardian Ancient Demons.

Finally, Ao Qin, the Dragon King, seized an opportunity. He endured a strike from the Demoness’s divine technique with his dragon body, then used his colossal tail like a whip of the gods to fiercely lash at the gray-black Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony.

Boom!

A tremendous sound, like the shattering of stars, echoed.

The Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony trembled violently, its surface showing countless cracks, and the massive amounts of deathly aura and Evil Qi condensed within it surged forth like a flood breaching a dam.

"No!"

The beautiful woman uttered a scream of extreme anger.

She had descended upon this realm as commanded, paying a great price, occupying this world. Just as success was within sight, even hoping to reach the six-level Demon Lord realm through this.

Now, everything turned to nothing.

She was overcome by utter madness.

She recklessly burned her original Demon Essence, attempting to kill Ao Qin and Yun Weifeng.

But just at this moment—

Buzz!

An indescribable, vast and ancient, terrifying coercion filled with absolute repulsive force suddenly descended from the deepest part of the Ancient Demon Hall.

It was as if the "will" of this ancient relic had finally been completely enraged.

Above the altar, the void was suddenly torn open by an enormous, ink-black space rift.

From within the rift came an irresistible horrific suction.

This suction primarily targeted all the Ancient Demons present.

Whether they were the remaining Demon Generals or the frenzied beautiful woman, they were involuntarily pulled towards that massive space rift, no matter how they struggled, it was futile.

The Demoness let out one final, supremely venomous roar before she was instantly sucked into the rift, disappearing.

Only a few Ancient Demons who were further away or of lower strength were luckily spared.

Seeing this scene, although the coalition forces were filled with doubt and suspicion, they also breathed a huge sigh of relief.

The greatest threat had finally been eliminated.

"Go!"

"This place cannot be lingered in; the coercion grows stronger and soon we, too, will be forcibly expelled!"

Ao Qin, the Dragon King, transformed back into human form, his face pale, clearly indicating the substantial expenditure of energy from enduring the Demoness’s strike and destroying the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony.

Without hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and fled toward the exit.

Yun Weifeng and the others dared not delay, transforming into escape lights and following closely behind.

The repulsive force of the Ancient Demon Hall was indeed rapidly increasing, making them feel uncomfortable all over and obstructing the flow of their mana.

However, just when everyone thought the coalition had completely withdrawn.

In the depths of the Ancient Demon Hall, among a pile of collapsed rubble, a faint flash of golden light flickered unnoticed.

The light subsided, revealing a figure—it was Ao Qin, who had doubled back.

With a heavy expression, he produced a dragon-scale-like rare treasure, which emitted a weak golden barrier, barely resisting the increasingly strong repulsion of the Ancient Demon Hall.

"The one who informed us about the existence of the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony... their purpose is certainly not simply to help..."

Ao Qin’s eyes flickered with doubt, "Perhaps they have other motives, aiming for the Ancient Demon Hall itself."

He risked lurking here precisely to see if anything abnormal would occur, or if anyone or any demon would seize the opportunity to snag the prize amidst the chaos.

...

Thus, Ao Qin relied on the rare treasure to covertly hide within the Ancient Demon Hall.

Half a year quietly passed.

At this moment, the repulsive force of the Ancient Demon Hall increased several-fold exponentially, becoming much stronger than at the beginning.

The golden shield formed by the dragon-scale treasure began to flicker violently, making an unbearable "crackling" sound.

Ao Qin’s face became increasingly grim, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Could it be... I was wrong? Really no one?"

After forcibly enduring for several more days, the dragon-scale treasure was already covered in cracks, on the brink of total collapse.

Ao Qin finally could no longer hold out.

"Forget it, perhaps I was indeed overthinking."

Ao Qin sighed helplessly, not daring to linger any longer. Transforming into a golden gleam, braving the tremendous pressure, he struggled towards the exit, soon disappearing from sight.

About half a month after Ao Qin departed.

In the core area of the Ancient Demon Hall, above the ruins of the altar where the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony once stood, the space rippled slightly as an escape light silently descended.

The darkness dissipated, revealing a pale and sinister face—it was none other than the Hehuan Elder Demon.

Only now, his aura had actually fallen to the level of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.

"Not bad, not bad, these cultivators and the Demon Race from the lower realm, still have some skills."

The Hehuan Elder Demon looked at the cracks in the void, a strange smile on his face.

....

When the news of Yun Weifeng and others’ successful actions reached Xu Ping’s ears, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he always felt that the operation went a bit too smoothly, in the end, the result was good.

Moreover, the seal of the Ancient Demon Hall was indeed gradually strengthening, becoming increasingly concealed within the void.

At least for the short term, no unexpected situations should occur.

"Perhaps I really am overthinking it."

Xu Ping sighed slightly and then resumed his daily cultivation.

The Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture was already close to Perfection.

After breaking through, his mana would also undergo a qualitative transformation.

Time flew by, and four years passed quietly.

As the Ancient Demon Hall completely vanished, the outer sea finally returned to calm.

All forces were quietly digesting the gains and losses from this demonic catastrophe.

Blood Bone Island, underground cave dwelling.

Xu Ping appeared solemn, his aura deep and profound.

In front of him, on a jade table, lay a sheet of dark golden talisman paper with well-ground Spiritual Ink set aside.

Xu Ping held a purple jade talisman pen, dipping the tip in Spiritual Ink.

The pen danced like a dragon and snake, and runes formed spontaneously.

With each stroke, Spiritual Qi gathered around, and brilliance flowed over the talisman paper, with faint visions of ghostly blue ice crystals and black Evil Qi interweaving.