Chapter 2006 - 78: Demon Lord? (2)

"You... aren’t the Demon Lord? But those statues... and the consciousness that descended, I saw them with my own eyes, how could it be..."

Zhang Xiaoman used respectful language when saying these words, calling the other party "you" not out of fear of their strength, but as a sign of respect to Ni Yang’s master and his own ancestor.

The relationship between Zizi and Ni Yang is somewhat similar to that between Ni Yang and Zhang Xiaoman. The latter are both mentor and friend, while the former is both master and teacher, so here Zhang Xiaoman calling the other "ancestor" is not excessive, and saying "you" is also appropriate.

As his words left his mouth, the white-robed woman’s gaze towards him, for some reason, became much more complex.

"Ah..."

A sigh, filled with deep helplessness and sorrow.

The white-robed woman seemed to have made some sort of decision, and after a long time, finally spoke:

"All reincarnations in the world have causes and effects. What you saw may not be real. You saw me in such a setting and assumed I was the Demon Lord, but have you considered that maybe the world, like you, has had their eyes clouded... The Demon Lord you seek has long since..."

The white-robed woman’s words had yet to be finished when a violent tremor came from the surrounding space, tightening her expression and showing an unprecedented serious look on her face.

Zhang Xiaoman was also startled by this sudden change, especially when he saw the white-robed woman’s expression, making his heart tighten inexplicably.

He didn’t know what happened, why the place was shaking.

But one thing was clear to him, the one before him was a true Upper Transcendent Level, a Dominator Level power in this universe. Whether or not she really was the Demon Lord, one thing was certain, her strength was undeniably immense.

Yet such a being was now showing a serious and earnest expression. Zhang Xiaoman even felt a hint of tension within it, suggesting that the current situation was likely very dire.

"Boom boom boom!"

The previously dead silent chaotic void finally showed movement, with the grey mist violently shaking, seemingly as if forcibly torn apart.

"What’s going on!?"

Ni Yang assumed a combat stance.

"Zizi, be honest with me, is that nightmare that bullied you here? You say you aren’t the Demon Lord, so it seems it is, right? Don’t worry, I’ll help you take it down!"

Ni Yang roared furiously, baring fangs and claws.

The white-robed woman turned her head, her eyes fixed on the grey mist behind, which represented the chaotic space outside the universe, an absolute restricted area.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Xiaoman cast his gaze over, but only observed for a moment before feeling discomfort throughout his body.

He knew this grey mist zone was not to be stared at or touched. Mortals likely wouldn’t see anything, but with his strength, he could discern some clues, which only increased the pressure and discomfort he felt.

"They are coming, this place might not hold out for long..."

The white-robed woman muttered to herself, her body suddenly bursting with a shocking momentum, this momentum sent Zhang Xiaoman and Ni Yang flying, just the aftermath allowing them to experience a terrifying power beyond words.

"This is... Upper Transcendent Level... so incredibly strong..."

Zhang Xiaoman was shocked, and for some reason, he felt a sigh of relief, thankful the other party wasn’t standing against him, or he’d wonder how to confront such a formidable opponent.

The white-robed woman hadn’t forgotten the duo, she waved her hand and cast a shield over them, instantly concealing their forms and protecting them from the impact.

"Call that nightmare out, let’s settle new and old scores together! I want to seriously deal with it!"

Ni Yang still didn’t forget to be boastful even in such a state, Zhang Xiaoman was already used to it, just rolling his eyes and not paying attention.

Gazing into the distant chaotic void, he suddenly discovered with surprise that, when looking at the grey mist now, he no longer felt the discomfort from before, likely thanks to the shield.

"Hey? Kid, look quickly, there seems to be some movement over there."

Ni Yang also quieted down at this moment, and joined Zhang Xiaoman in peering in the direction of the grey mist within the shield.

As the spatial tremor intensified, ripples began to appear on the grey mist, growing larger until they formed wave-like patterns.

Seeing this, the white-robed woman became even more tense, she turned in the formation facing the mist but remained firmly bound by chains.

The chains shone with starlight colors, and Zhang Xiaoman could sense that the speed of absorbing the woman’s spiritual power had increased by dozens of times.

"Grumble~"

Finally, after a sound resembling bubbles breaking, the mist stopped fluctuating, and the scene fell silent.

Yet in the next second...

"Screech!!!"

A terrifying screech suddenly arose, the grey mist rolled towards the white-robed woman’s direction. Zhang Xiaoman clearly saw a face emerge within it, screeching as if to devour the woman.

"Go back!"

The white-robed woman coldly snorted, the formation beneath her feet emitted a bright light, causing the unknown monster within the mist to scream and retreat at a speed greater than its advance.

But everything was far from over, in just a few breaths, the monster attacked once more, its hoarse voice constantly echoing as it collided with the chaotic void’s edge, seemingly trying to break through the mist.

The white-robed woman remained unfazed, relying solely on the formation’s light to keep the monster outside, unable to advance an inch.

"Demon Princess! You can’t stop us!"

Yet at that moment, another shrill scream arose, a terrifying figure appeared above the grey mist, and with its arrival, that soul-quivering roar echoed in Zhang Xiaoman and Ni Yang’s ears.

"Demon Princess!?"

The person and dragon exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt.

The opponent’s address for the white-robed woman wasn’t Demon Lord but Demon Princess, could it be as she said, the Demon Lord is someone else?

At this moment, the white-robed woman—rather, the Demon Princess—lightly shook her shoulder, a chain shot out with a swish, instantly striking the silhouette that spoke, sending it flying.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"..."

At that moment, more figures appeared one after another on the grey mist, a total of over a dozen, instantly pressuring the Demon Princess.

"Demon Princess! That person has been dead for so long! Why do you still help them!"

"Sacrificing your own cultivation for a dead person, is it worth it!"

"Quickly release the seal!"

"Release the seal!"

"I can sense the seal is loosening! Hahaha! Demon Princess! You can’t stop us! Once I get out, I’ll eat you first thing!"

"Roar!!"

"..."

The shrill roars kept attacking in waves, but the white-robed woman known as Demon Princess appeared unaffected, focused solely on manipulating the formation to thwart their invasion.

Yet when she heard some mention about a certain "dead man," a change involuntarily occurred in her gaze, filled with cold strong killing intent.

"Boom boom boom!!"

The chains turned into countless starlight scars, fiercely striking those who spoke, resulting in their repeated screams of agony.

"Demon Princess! Give up! With your strength, you can’t kill us, better to escape early than struggle futilely!"

This time, the voice came from a figure at the forefront, as their words rose, Zhang Xiaoman saw a slit on the grey mist, a pair of ugly black claws emerging from within.