Amidst their radiant glow, they resembled a glittering galaxy, dazzling and eye-catching.

Among them, hundreds of Immortal Emperor Realm powerhouses stood tall with an awe-inspiring presence; their every move exuded a sovereign aura over heaven and earth.

Every fluctuation of spiritual power stirred up stormy waves in the space, as if divine beings controlling the rules of the universe could change heaven and earth with a single thought.

And the more than one hundred Immortal Venerate Realm powerhouses had celestial light around them, as if transformed into auspicious clouds and mist, enveloping them. Whatever their gaze fell upon, the space seemed scorched and distorted, manifesting awe that shook all directions.

This extremely grand and powerful array was like an immovable Mount Tai, barring the Otherworldly Demons’ path.

The two sides briefly engaged in close combat, the Immortal Clan powerhouses either brandished their Lifebound Treasures, spiritual light flickering, with Divine Artifacts emitting radiant beams like scorching suns, instantly reducing the Otherworldly Demons to ashes upon contact.

Or they cast peerless Immortal Laws, flipping hand seals, and runes filled the skies, transforming into brilliant light screens, like a net unifying heaven and earth, entrapping and pulverizing the Otherworldly Demons into powder.

Despite the fierce demeanor and large number of Otherworldly Demons, under the crushing and unmatched power of the Thirteen Immortal Clans, they were like ants attempting to shake a towering tree, with no hope of victory.

They could only face the devastating onslaught like a raging storm and mountainous torrents in despair.

In a moment, the battlefield was strewn with corpses, shadows of demons vanished, leaving only wisps of smoke, witnessing this lopsided massacre.

The townsfolk inside the city burst with excitement and fervor, shouting loudly, feeling exultant.

But just at that moment.

A sudden change occurred.

A deep and resonant voice echoed from the night sky: "Mandate of Heaven Individual, you have indeed appeared!"

In the next moment.

In the night sky suddenly appeared pairs of eyes as scarlet as suns, with the crimson rays instantly illuminating the darkened world.

When everyone found themselves enveloped by the bloody light, whether common folk within the city, cultivators, or even the powerful figures of the Thirteen Immortal Clans, a tingling sensation spread across their scalp, sending chills down their spine.

Even those Immortal Venerate Realm powerhouses among the Thirteen Immortal Clans felt their scalp explode, a strong oppressive feeling swept over them, giving the illusion their physical bodies would burst.

Many cultivators with weak cultivation levels were so frightened they collapsed to the ground, with many even losing consciousness.

"The breath of a God!" an Immortal Clan powerhouse exclaimed in shock, never expecting a Demon God to appear, greatly exceeding everyone’s expectations.

The atmosphere on site grew increasingly tense in this moment.

On the other hand, Xu Wendong appeared remarkably calm.

He silently observed the massive pair of eyes in the night sky, a flash of cold light in his gaze: "I wasn’t wrong, this indeed is a trap, a scheme to draw me out!"

Upon learning that Lower Realm cultivators and Immortal Realm powerhouses joined forces to reclaim the Biluo Immortal Continent, and powerful figures from the other four continents hurried to Biluo Immortal Continent, Xu Wendong once speculated this might be a ploy by Otherworldly Demons.

For once human race powerhouses gathered in one place, they could be rounded up, and it could also lure him out.

Now it seems everything was as he predicted.

"You are indeed smart, but you should not have appeared today." A thunderous roar sounded in the sky.

In the next moment.

Among the surging devil clouds, a demonic shadow capable of obscuring the sun emerged as if forcibly dragged out from the forbidden ground of the wilds, carrying terrifying might capable of crushing heavens and obliterating worlds, tearing through space inch by inch until it slowly appeared.

This Demon God, whose body stood tall like mountain peaks, surrounded by demonic qi like a solid black storm, the space resembling brittle glass, unable to withstand its rampage, twisted violently.

Its scales, each the size of millstones, were black and shimmering with icy cold light, patterned like age-old curse totems, emitting a pungent mixture of decay and blood.

Merely approaching gave the sense one’s soul would be dragged into a bottomless black hole, never to return.

It had three heads, towering in a triangle on broad shoulders, the central one resembling the king of ancient wrathful demons, its head the size of a house, with bulging veins like enraged Flood Dragons, crisscrossed and ready to devour anyone at any moment.

Its fangs long and sharp like enormous spikes protruded from the corners of its mouth, and the ink-green mucus dripped from between the teeth, with each drop burning the ground like strong acid, sizzling, and instantly coroding a horrifying deep pit from which blue smoke billowed, blending the scent of charring and demonic air around.

The eyes were like two seas of blood, the gaze like scarlet blades freezing space on contact, paralyzing time, and causing living souls to seemingly be hooked by invisible iron claws, unable to move, sensing death’s approach with each breath.

The left head resembled an evil ghost guarding the depths of Jiuyou Purgatory, with skin blue-purple and chapped like a dry riverbed, eye sockets sinking into two dark caverns where ghostly green flames danced, swaying to the rhythm of death.

When it grinned, emitting a "ghastly ghastly ghastly" laugh like sharp nails scratching a rusty iron plate, the sound pierced the eardrums, drilling into the depths of the heart, causing spiritual power to instantly chaotic, hairs to stand up, and goosebumps to densely cover the entire body.

The right head looked filled with endless resentment, resurrected from the Shura Battlefield, its face an angry expression ready to burst through skin, cheeks bulging, with every breath spraying black streams.

Wherever it went, the demonic qi ignited like black gunpowder, explosively burning, twisting the space with searing heat.

Its six arms were as thick as millennia-old trees, muscles taut seemed forged from cast iron, and every slight tremble set surrounding space vibrating, producing deep echoes.

The magic artifacts in its hands were each capable of shattering stars and slaughtering heavens, evil and fierce.

The giant scythe hung high, resembling a crescent moon harvesting life and death, with its blade several feet long, completely matte black, yet exuding an utterly chilling light along its edge.

That cold light seemed to freeze souls, infusing hearts with a desperate chill.

The blade was etched with twisted, serpentine runes, each whispering ancient death curses, absorbing negative energy in the world, aligning with the Demon God’s thoughts.

With each swing, a black scythe light cleaved forth.

Where it passed, space tore like paper, revealing dark rifts resembling abyssal mouths ready to devour everything, even stars, vanished into darkness, never to escape.

The chains clattered noisily, as thick as adult waist, knobby, inlaid with fang hooks, bearing shattered soul fragments hanging, threads hovering with shrill keening, like eternal cries of vengeful spirits.

With a flick, the chains slithered like lethal ink snakes through space, their power able to seize human souls, reaching deep into spiritual acupoints.

The wolf fang club was even bulkier and menacing, with a shaft covered in sword-like sharp teeth resembling a meticulously crafted lethal weapon, in the shadowy light of the demon twinkling with a bloodthirsty light, with runes engraved like famished beasts, roaring to emerge.

Xu Wendong, undeterred by the Demon God’s might, curled his lips into a grim and terrifying smile: "If I did not appear, how would you be drawn out?"