Chapter 513: Eye of the Ancestral Symbol
Demonic energy surged violently as the Yimo King stood proudly in mid-air, his body now covered by the sinister Demon King Armor which shone with a chilling, metallic glow.
At this moment, a bloodthirsty, monstrous aura spread out from him, emanating a dreadful pressure that quickened the heartbeat of all present.
"Demon King Armor..."
Lin Langtian's brows furrowed deeply as he gazed at the formidable armor on the Yimo King's body. His expression grew even darker.
If he recalled correctly, in the future battle between Lin Dong and the Seventh King Hall, the latter's Demon Emperor Armor had placed Lin Dong under tremendous pressure. Although the armor this Yimo King now wore was merely a Demon King Armor rather than the personally refined Demon Emperor Armor of the Yimo Emperor, it still represented a considerable threat.
Within Lin Langtian's body, his flame furnace roared fiercely, generating endless streams of fire formed by three powerful flames that surged vigorously throughout his limbs and meridians.
Wherever this fiery stream flowed, his flesh, bones, and meridians trembled violently, filling him with a majestic strength.
Bang!
Lin Langtian's figure flashed forward once again. His fists swung out, transforming into gigantic flaming fists that brutally pounded toward the Yimo King.
Black Flame Tyrant Body—an unstoppable force capable of smashing everything in its path!
However, facing Lin Langtian's fierce attack, the Yimo King merely sneered mockingly. He did not move an inch, allowing the massive fire fists—powerful enough to flatten mountains—to land forcefully upon his body.
Clang! Clang!
A clear, metallic ring echoed out. The Yimo King's body stood motionless, and there wasn't even the slightest scratch left on his Demon King Armor.
He smiled coldly at Lin Langtian, the mockery in his eyes growing deeper. Slowly, he extended a finger clad in black armor, lightly tapping the air.
Whoosh!
A beam of demonic light shot from his fingertip, instantly tearing apart Lin Langtian's formidable flaming fist attack.
"Is that all you've got?"
The Yimo King sneered again, but in the next instant, he saw a blurred shadow charging toward him at astonishing speed. Lin Langtian's arm was now wrapped in a terrifying black glow.
Within that concentrated black glow, an ancient rune could faintly be seen flickering.
"Oh? The power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol..."
The Yimo King narrowed his eyes sharply, swiftly tightening his fist. Without any elaborate technique, he threw a punch that contained overwhelming, destructive power.
Bang!
The black-glowing fist collided violently with the demonic fist covered by the Demon King Armor. Space itself seemed to collapse, and as demonic energy exploded forth, Lin Langtian was forcefully knocked back again.
Swish!
Yet, while retreating, Lin Langtian swiftly flicked his sleeve. A fiery feather burst out, instantly enlarging into a colossal flaming sword exuding the aura of a divine beast.
"This...is the aura of those spiritual beasts?"
The Yimo King paused momentarily upon sensing the flaming sword's unique power, before snarling viciously, "I knew my senses weren't wrong. Aside from the Symbol Ancestor, there really are people on this continent connected to the Great Thousand World!"
Hum!
As he spoke, the gigantic flaming sword swung down toward him with overwhelming power, emanating an incredibly sharp and formidable presence.
Lin Langtian, however, didn't stop there. He quickly flicked his finger again, summoning a giant ancient token. As soon as the token appeared, a strange light containing a peculiar power of stillness shot straight toward the Yimo King.
"The Stillness Divine Tablet?"
Seeing Lin Langtian using yet another legendary item from the ancient artifact rankings, even the Yimo King was momentarily startled. He hadn't expected Lin Langtian to possess an artifact ranked in the top fifteen.
"You truly have endless tricks up your sleeve—but it's useless."
The Yimo King chuckled coldly, eyes brimming with icy intent. Raising his palm, he forcefully blocked the massive flaming sword, simultaneously kicking out with one foot and effortlessly shattering the incoming wave of stillness energy into powder before it could reach him.
Bang! Bang!
Laughing madly, the Yimo King's fists hammered repeatedly, forcibly pushing back the flaming sword, and easily dissipating the Stillness Divine Tablet's relentless assaults.
Equipped with the Demon King Armor, his power had reached a nearly unstoppable level. Only a true Reincarnation stage expert could pose a threat to him now.
"Such terrifying power..."
Tang Xinlian gazed nervously at the Yimo King's overwhelming dominance, tightly clenching her delicate fists. She realized clearly that perhaps only her master, Mo Luo, could suppress such a terrifying opponent.
"What is he doing?"
Tang Xinlian's beautiful eyes narrowed suddenly as she looked at Lin Langtian, who now floated silently in mid-air with closed eyes. Her expression filled with confusion and worry.
Though she didn't know exactly where Lin Langtian's strength originated, she sensed an inconceivable power concealed within his seemingly slender frame.
"Lin Langtian… It all depends on you now…"
Above, the Yimo King smirked coldly after repelling both the flaming sword and the Stillness Divine Tablet. Clad in Demon King Armor, he felt invincible.
However, noticing Lin Langtian with eyes shut tight, he frowned slightly, then mocked, "Out of tricks now, boy? Are you attempting some foolish mystery now? Very well—let me send you straight to hell!"
But as his words faded and he prepared to strike, Lin Langtian's closed eyes slowly opened. Simultaneously, a line of black light appeared between his brows, gradually splitting open to reveal a mysterious eye, deep as a black hole yet shimmering with faint silver lights.
The instant this strange eye appeared, an indescribable feeling of danger surged through the Yimo King's heart, making his expression change dramatically.
"The Eye of the Ancestral Symbol?!"
The Yimo King's eyes widened in shock, roaring in disbelief, "Impossible! Without Reincarnation stage power, how could you possibly manifest the Eye of the Ancestral Symbol?!"
Lin Langtian did not reply. The mysterious eye on his forehead slowly opened fully, revealing two immense and ancient energies—one pitch-black and devouring, the other faintly silver and ethereal—blending perfectly within.
This was the Eye of the Ancestral Symbol, formed by merging two ancestral symbols!
"Langtian, although you control two Ancestral Symbols now, combining them into the Eye of the Ancestral Symbol is extremely taxing and difficult to control. You may not handle it!" Ling Yi's worried voice echoed in his mind.
Lin Langtian's expression grew solemn. The Eye of the Ancestral Symbol typically required extremely high mastery over a symbol's power to create.
In the original timeline, even the Devouring Master nearly destroyed the Tenth King Hall using his Devouring Eye. Though Lin Langtian knew his version couldn't match that strength, he possessed an advantage that even the Devouring Master didn't—he had both Devouring and Spatial Ancestral Symbols!
Thus, though difficult to control, the power he could unleash would be extraordinary!
"You actually have the Spatial Ancestral Symbol too?!"
The Yimo King's face twisted in shock as he clearly sensed both devouring and spatial powers emanating from Lin Langtian's eye. He hadn't imagined encountering someone simultaneously wielding two Ancestral Symbols immediately after awakening!
Tang Xinlian and the others also stared in shock upon hearing this revelation. To simultaneously control two ancestral symbols—this had never happened before, even surpassing Mo Luo's achievements!
"Damn it! You absolutely cannot remain alive!"
Realizing Lin Langtian's true potential, the Yimo King's eyes filled with fear and rage. He furiously unleashed all his demonic energy, shouting, "Heavenly Demonic Nether River, erode everything!"
An immense torrent of demonic power surged forth, tearing space apart as it charged wildly toward Lin Langtian, unstoppable.
Yet, facing this devastating attack, Lin Langtian stood completely still, his entire body pale and trembling, drained of all color except for the Eye of the Ancestral Symbol on his forehead, glowing brighter and deeper.
"The Eye of the Ancestral Symbol—Light of Demon Purification!"
With a whisper, Lin Langtian's eyes gently closed, leaving only the ancestral eye open. A thin ray of dark light shot forth quietly, piercing through space and plunging straight into the immense demonic river.
Instantly, the monstrous river halted just inches before Lin Langtian's face, frozen mid-air.
Hum!
With a strange ripple, the massive demonic torrent rapidly vanished, completely dissolved in mere seconds.
"How can this be?!"
The horrified Yimo King stared in disbelief as another small ray from the dissolving river swiftly pierced his Demon King Armor, shattering it and puncturing a bloody hole in his chest.
"Impossible…" the Yimo King muttered, staring at his wound.
Lin Langtian's eyes reopened weakly. Smiling faintly, he spoke softly, "You've lost."
Then, he raised his palm slightly and clenched it.
Boom!
At that moment, the Yimo King's body exploded violently amidst his desperate screams, leaving nothing behind but endless dissipating demonic energy echoing throughout the devastated Devouring Realm.
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