Chapter 490: Fierce Battle Against the Seventh King's Palace!
RUMBLE RUMBLE!
As Lin Fan shifted his hand seals, thunderclouds surged across the heavens. From above, a thunderous cascade—like molten lightning—poured down like a silver river from the sky, slamming directly into the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent.
Moments later, the cloud layers split open, revealing a thousand-foot-wide thunder hand, descending with divine majesty into the battlefield.
"Thunder Emperor's Falling Star Hand!"
Lin Fan hovered midair, thunder converging behind him. He resembled a deity of lightning, his cold voice filled with unshakable pressure as it resounded across the sky.
BOOM!
The massive thunder hand descended with a howl. Lightning dragons coiled around it as a violent, crushing force filled the air.
BOOM!
It struck the heads of the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent with overwhelming force. Blinding lightning exploded upon impact, stunning the creature and blasting one of its heads into shreds.
The serpent screamed in agony, its shriek echoing across the land. Then, one after another, its heads burst apart, until its entire massive form crumbled into pieces.
But Lin Fan didn't stop there.
His eyes flickered with electric light. His hand clenched, and a sphere of pure lightning formed in his palm—small as a fist, but dense with devastating energy.
The sphere crackled with arcs of purple-gold lightning, exuding a terrifying destructive aura.
WHOOSH!
With a flick of his wrist, the sphere vanished—only to reappear behind the Seventh King like a lightning ghost.
The Seventh King spun around with a shout, unleashing a surge of demonic energy and punching out with all his strength.
BOOM!
Lightning exploded. The Seventh King let out a muffled groan as he was blasted backward hundreds of meters. His arm was charred black and limp.
"ARGH…"
While the clash with the Seventh King raged on, a series of short screams echoed through the battlefield.
The remaining Yi Mo Kings—who had already been wounded—were swiftly finished off by Lin Fan's two clones and the Devouring Heaven Corpse.
Each fell within moments, crushed without resistance.
"You deserve to die!"
The Seventh King roared with rage, his face twisted in humiliation. His eyes burned with killing intent.
"Demonic Eye of the Great Heavenly Hand!"
He raised his hand—and the sky darkened.
A giant demonic hand, seemingly reaching through the veil of space from another dimension, formed above him.
On the hand's palm was a massive black eye that slowly blinked open. Each movement of the eye released waves of pure destruction.
WHOOSH!
A beam of annihilation burst from the eye—heading straight for Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's fingers danced.
Flames surged from his body. The temperature in the air rose sharply as space warped and cracked.
Then—he summoned the Blazing Sun of Destruction.
A burning crimson orb materialized above his head, growing rapidly until it shone like a miniature sun.
The intense heat vaporized the demonic energy it touched.
BOOM!
The crimson sun expanded suddenly—then exploded!
A sea of fire spread from the center of the explosion, devouring all surrounding energy, light, and demonic force.
The massive demonic hand and the firestorm clashed—and both were erased in the violent confrontation.
"…You truly deserve your spot on the Demonic Abyss Kill List," the Seventh King muttered coldly, his face more solemn than before.
Just then, a cracking explosion echoed from the sky.
Lin Fan's clones had shattered the demonic barrier the Yi Mo had set up!
"This ends now!"
The Seventh King growled, eyes burning with madness. Demonic energy exploded from his body.
He leapt forward, moving like a phantom, appearing directly in front of Lin Fan.
His punch, wrapped in demonic power, struck like a black meteor toward Lin Fan's chest.
"Good timing!"
Lin Fan sneered.
With a roar, he activated the Ancestral Chaos Symbol.
His body expanded, muscle fibers gleaming with golden-purple light.
His fist glowed with ancient light—then met the demonic punch head-on!
BOOM!!!
A thunderclap rocked the heavens.
The shockwave shattered space for thousands of meters in all directions.
The next instant—the Seventh King's fist exploded. His entire arm was shattered, black blood spraying like a geyser.
WHOOSH!
The massive rebound flung him thousands of meters away, crashing through a dozen trees.
Lin Fan was also knocked back several hundred meters—but quickly stabilized himself.
The Seventh King was stunned.
His arm destroyed… in a single punch?
What kind of power was this?
He had severely underestimated Lin Fan.
But Lin Fan didn't give him time to think.
The moment his feet touched the air again, he charged forward.
The Seventh King's expression twisted. "I was careless! Now I'll be serious!"
Demonic energy surged as his arm regrew in seconds.
Then he opened his mouth and inhaled—sucking in all surrounding black mist.
BUZZ!
His body trembled violently as a black liquid armor formed around him. Jagged and demonic, it covered him from head to toe.
The Demonic Emperor Armor.
This was a weapon granted directly by their ruler. It was only used when fighting members of the Ancient Eight Lords.
"Consider this your honor, Lin Fan. To die under my true power!"
The Seventh King cackled as his armor gleamed ominously under the moonlight. His presence now felt like a walking calamity.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.
He could feel the change—and responded in kind.
He stepped into the air. Space bent around him as he drew his hands together.
WHOOSH!
A ten-thousand-foot-long spatial blade formed in his hands, shining with terrifying clarity.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan slashed out—
The blade sliced toward the Seventh King, splitting space itself as it went.
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