I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1161 - 1160: Crimson Blade Bull Demon, Awakening of the Ancient God

Chapter 1161 -1160: Crimson Blade Bull Demon, Awakening of the Ancient God

Xu Zimei looked up, staring at the statue.

It seemed as though it was about to come alive, meeting Xu Zimei’s gaze.

The statue hovered high above the flames, towering and gazing down at everything.

Beneath the statue lay a black pool saturated with Demonic Qi.

Xu Zimei speculated that this must be the Demonic Transformation Pool Meng Yu had mentioned.

Thick Demonic Qi mingled with the power of beasts, spreading outward from the pool.

The Demonic Qi condensed into a liquid, carrying faint traces of blood red amidst the darkness.

The bull’s horn trembled violently at this place.

Strands of Demonic Qi continuously curled around in mid-air.

Xu Zimei spread his arms open, Demonic Qi roiling in his right hand, vast and fiery in the raging flames.

With a downward strike of his right hand, endless Demonic Qi surged into the pool.

A thunderous boom echoed as the immense pool churned violently.

The sound of boiling flames and bubbling Demonic Qi reverberated.

Xu Zimei seemed to sense something as his right hand slowly lifted.

With a loud shout, “Rise!”

A counter-clockwise vortex emerged from the pool, spinning chaotically before a massive tombstone rose from within.

The tombstone stood a thousand meters tall, and on its front, an iron chain bound a colossal creature.

The creature matched the tombstone in size, towering a thousand meters high.

Atop its head rested broken bull horns—one marred with cracks, the other shattered halfway.

Xu Zimei lowered his gaze and looked at the broken half of the bull horn in his hand, silent and contemplative.

The Bull Demon wore stone-crafted armor, its massive build showing bulging muscles visible to the naked eye.

Its hide was covered with dense, coarse fur.

Two brown braids hung down its cheeks. freewebnoveℓ.com

A triangular symbol marked its brow.

The Bull Demon lay unconscious, devoid of the slightest awareness.

Its entire body burned with fiery crimson flames.

As the tombstone emerged from the surface of the pool, two fiery dragons surged forth.

The fiery dragons appeared to be formed from the flames within this realm.

Like whips, they relentlessly lashed at the Bull Demon.

Though it was unconscious, with no awareness whatsoever, the whipping did not cease.

“It’s the Crimson Blade Bull Demon,” came Seven-faced Demon General’s anxious voice.

“My lord, it’s that Old Bull. Things aren’t looking great for it,” Bai Meng quickly added.

“Why is the Old Bull here?”

“Let’s save it first and figure things out later,” Xu Zimei replied.

With a sweep of his right hand, the vast Demonic Qi surged and obliterated the two fiery dragon-whips.

He fixed his eyes on the chains binding the Crimson Blade Bull Demon and struck fiercely with Tyrant Shadow in hand.

A loud “clang, clang” rang out, yet the chains remained unmoved. Tyrant Shadow was repelled by an incredible force.

Just then, it seemed as though something had been stirred awake.

The entire Flame World began to tremble.

“My lord, get out of the way!” Bai Meng’s urgent shout pierced through.

Within the Flame World, the ground erupted like volcanic magma, spewing forth molten fire.

Massive fireballs formed and hurtled toward Xu Zimei.

The scorching heat burned the void into nothingness.

Xu Zimei’s figure darted amidst the countless fireballs, until he suddenly saw the statue above stirring.

The statue’s head tilted slightly downward, its dull eyes locked onto Xu Zimei.

“Intruders to the Forbidden Land shall die.”

A cold voice emanated from the statue, carrying an overwhelming murderous intent.

With a lifted hand, the statue seemed to command the flames of the realm entirely.

All the flames converged toward Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei’s eyes narrowed, the fire attribute Profound Meaning surging around him.

But he was shocked to discover that the flames derived from his fire attribute Profound Meaning were no longer obeying his control.

All the flames in this world appeared subservient to the statue before him.

It dominated all flames.

Xu Zimei quickly shifted his fire attribute Profound Meaning into water attribute Profound Meaning.

Yet in this sea of fire, the energy needed to sustain water attribute Profound Meaning was overwhelming.

Flames erupted before him, blasting Xu Zimei away without resistance.

Back in the Divine Continent, Bai Meng and Seven-faced Demon General tore through the void to shield Xu Zimei.

The statue seemed to be the very ancestor of fire.

Its flames were like extensions of its limbs, wielded with masterful ease.

“I think I know who it is,” Xu Zimei said with grim determination.

“Who?” Bai Meng and Seven-faced Demon General asked.

“Zhu Rong, the Ancient God,” Xu Zimei replied, enunciating each word carefully.

The old man named Zhen from Endless Palace had previously mentioned Zhu Rong’s secret technique hidden in the North Sea.

Zhu Rong was the Fire God among the Ancient Gods.

The current scenario seemed to make things abundantly clear.

“Be cautious. This being is immensely powerful,” Bai Meng warned.

“This shouldn’t be the true Ancient God but a remnant consciousness entity,” Seven-faced Demon General surmised.

Even a remnant consciousness entity could exert pressure on a Great Saint.

If the actual Ancient God were present, their strength would be unimaginable.

Beings from the Primordial Era were never simple.

“Die, die, die,” the consciousness entity seemed like a machine, executing a singular command.

It exhibited no thought or conscious awareness.

The flames within this world grew even more agitated, the sea of fire boiling, magma exploding.

Bai Meng ascended into the air, enveloped by a vast tide of Demonic Qi.

Holy Power mingled with dark clouds as a massive palm descended.

A thunderous boom shook the sea of fire, raising countless waves, while the consciousness entity was annihilated by the palm.

No sooner had Bai Meng readied another strike, a surge of red flames exploded before him.

His silhouette darted back swiftly.

“Cage of Despair,” Bai Meng swept his hand again, unleashing his despairing Demonic Qi. The Qi coalesced into a cage that trapped the Fire God Zhu Rong.

“Seven-faced Deadly Kill,” Seven-faced Demon General brandished masks that split into seven pieces.

Each mask represented a distinct emotion: joy, anger, sorrow, thoughtfulness, grief, fear, and shock.

The seven masks cackled ominously, releasing immense Demonic Qi that surrounded the consciousness entity.

“Erase its consciousness,” Seven-faced Demon General commanded.

Holy Power intermingled, and the entire world was shrouded by Demonic Qi.

Seven-faced Demon General now held a Seven-Faced Lotus, whose petals began to wither one by one.

“Its consciousness is terrifyingly strong,” Seven-faced Demon General grimaced.

Before his words finished, the void before them collapsed.

Countless pillars of flame surged heavenward.

The three figures were blasted away by the sheer force of the flames.

Zhu Rong’s consciousness entity roared, igniting a blaze that devoured everything in its path.

“What’s going on?” Bai Meng turned to Seven-faced Demon General and asked.

“Its consciousness is like solid iron; I cannot erase it,” Seven-faced Demon General replied with a grave shake of his head.

Even the consciousness of an equally ranked Great Saint could be temporarily subdued.

Yet against this entity, he had no way forward, leaving Seven-faced Demon General at a loss.

“We retreat for now,” Bai Meng said decisively.