Demons Attack — Chaos Amid Ascension
No sooner had the lightning dimmed than a dark surge erupted from the shadows. Demons materialized, emerging from rifts in reality with malevolent intent. Their goal was clear—to disrupt Xiao Yan's ascension at any cost.
"Fight! Hold them back! Don't let them disrupt the ascension!" Lu Qi shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield.
The Saints moved with precise coordination, forming a protective circle around Xiao Yan. Mi-An immediately organized the disciples, her eyes sharp, her movements fluid as she created a defensive formation.
The demons mirrored their formation, dark energy twisting around them like a living storm. The last nine lightning strikes began, streaking down from the heavens in violent, blinding arcs.
The battle erupted with ferocity. Demon generals far outmatched the aging Saints, their power overwhelming and unrelenting. Mi-An and Di'or fought side by side, every swing of their weapons, every casting of a spell, precise and deadly. Sparks flew, energies collided, and the ground cracked beneath the force of their blows.
But suddenly, chaos erupted. The Saints' formation collapsed inexplicably. No one knew why. Perhaps a flaw, perhaps the cunning of the demons.
And then he appeared: the Demon Supreme Commander. His presence exuded raw power, every step shaking the battlefield. The disciples faltered, fear creeping into their hearts.
Xiao Yan, suspended in his tribulation, gritted his teeth. The last lightning strikes crashed over him, one after another, every hit burning, tearing, and reshaping his being.
With a single gesture from the Supreme Commander, the Saints were sent crashing to the ground, struggling to rise. The disciples too fell under the weight of demonic power, trapped in a tightening circle of darkness.
"You are still weak," the Demon General sneered. "Just like a thousand years ago. Who will save you now? No one! Hahahaha!"