Chapter 1240: 661: Strange Demon Venerable! Reinforcements!

This is actually another trio of powerful Demon Venerable at the Early Stage! One resembles a giant sand scorpion, with an ink-like tail hook, shimmering with toxic ghostly light, screaming to tear space as it thrusts toward Jiang Shu’s back.

Another appears as a twisted storm conglomerate with no fixed shape, swirling countless spinning sand blades and space fragments into a tornado capable of slicing everything, aimed to grind Jiang Shu into dust.

The last figure is a dragon lizard donning bone armor, wielding a giant axe ablaze with a ghastly green demon fire. The chilling flames burn in the void, each fire seemingly penetrating the sky with the Dao Yun of the Power Dao.

This axe carries the brute force of splitting mountains and breaking cliffs, aimed sharply downwards.

Their attacks are coordinated to the extreme, like a meticulous battle formation.

Sealing off all angles of Jiang Shu’s evasion.

Each Demon Venerable seems reckless of life and death, even burning their Demon Race Origin.

Jiang Shu instantly falls into a desperate situation, attacked from both front and back.

"Again with the scorpion and dragon lizard, both at the Demon Venerable Realm, these Demon Race members don’t even have strong Bloodline Power, where do they get so many resources to advance to this realm?"

"The foundation of the Demon Race is still not to be underestimated. But these Demon Venerables... indeed seem somewhat peculiar."

"Their understanding of the Space Dao seems exactly the same..."

In his heart, Jiang Shu silently contemplates, his expression grave.

Those eyes, calm as ancient wells, explode with extreme sharpness, not a hint of panic, instead, he channels all his Divine Thought and energy to the utmost.

"Bind!"

He utters a simple syllable, yet like the king of the Great Dao, manipulating all movable Dao Yun.

Buzz!

The World Tree Seedling fiercely sways in the depths of his Mixed Cave Space, its emerald glow exuding a primal chaos aura, instantly permeating through his body.

The Shui Huan Gloves on his right hand shine with a ghostly light, countless complicated space runes seem brought to life, frenetically flowing, as time appears to slow.

The Taichu Dao Rhyme, colorless and shapeless, unfolds silently behind him like an invisible moat.

The rotating sand blade tornado, capable of shredding refined gold, crashes into the misty "nothingness," its speed dramatically reduced. The sand blades, upon touching the Taichu Qi, seem to encounter a time reversal, becoming indistinct, with their space-cutting Daoist Rules quickly reverting, significantly reducing their power.

Though not yet fully extinguished, it can no longer form an effective attack.

Almost as the Taichu Dao Rhyme unfolded to block the storm monster, Jiang Shu’s left hand had already lifted, fingers curling inward.

His target is not the poison-laden scorpion tail thrusting from behind, nor the giant axe burning with demon fire descending from above but rather the area around him hindered by Xuan Ming’s space folds.

"Devour!"

The will of Desolate surges from his palm like icy tides, instantly infusing the ground beneath, spreading along some invisible patterns.

The Desolate Dao is not about destruction; its essence leads all things’ Origins towards extinction and decay.

The space fold meticulously controlled by Xuan Ming is disrupted under the erosion of Desolate Power, its operational rules instantly in chaos, like scorching sand being dumped into high-speed gears.

Chzzz!

The space power hampering Jiang Shu emits a teeth-grinding twisting noise; though not collapsing immediately, its powerful adhesive force suddenly eases.

This momentary loosening is a race against life and death for Jiang Shu.

He escapes the sticky web like a fish swimming with renewed freedom, his body turning into a barely discernible afterimage in mid-air.

The poison-laden scorpion tail jets past grazing his left flank, the giant axe engulfed in demon fire slashes down with a shrill tearing sound, skimming past his head.

And in the instant the axe misses, Jiang Shu’s form eerily appears beside the lizard-like Demon Venerable holding the giant axe, his movements so quick that space itself ripples.

"Break!"

His right fist, clenched tightly at some unknown moment, is covered with a layer of condensed, tangible gray mist.

This, propelled to the extreme by the True Meaning of the Power Dao, triggers a chaos vortex formed by collapsing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi!

A punch, swift as lightning, heavy as ten thousand pounds, brings pure physical destructive power as it strikes solidly under the lizard-like Demon Venerable’s ribs.

The seemingly indestructible bone armor over the lizard shatters like paper, and the clear sound of bone breaking echoes.

The Dragon Lizard Demon Venerable hadn’t even comprehended why its proud axe missed before feeling a wild power, implying the start of chaos and crushing everything, surge into its body.

Its viscera were immediately ruptured into a bloody mush, the violent force unabated, hurling its massive mountain-like body like a broken sack, smashing through a thick rock pillar, deeply embedding into a dune, bleeding from every orifice, clearly on the brink of death.

One punch, instantaneously slaying a Demon Venerable Early Stage!

The storm monster and toxic sand scorpion’s attacks miss, and their comrade’s sudden death shocks them to the core.

Yet Jiang Shu has already fixed the venomous sand scorpion as his next target.

His eyes, their cruelty heightened by the scent of blood, express naked killing intent.

But just as Jiang Shu killed the Dragon Lizard Demon Venerable, full of momentum, about to slay the second Early Stage Demon Venerable.

Xuan Ming, who had been hovering above the rift maintaining the whole situation in control, finally shows a flicker of something akin to interest in its silver-white pupils, as if a chess player finding a piece worth a second glance.