From the huge light door not far away, a massive figure slowly walked out.
He stood over thirty meters tall, resembling a moving mountain, his entire body covered in purple-gold scales, and every single scale shimmered with a cold, hard luster.
Atop his head, a pair of curved horns measuring a full three meters long curved slightly backward, with dark purple flames faintly dancing at their tips.
His appearance closely resembled that of a human with well-defined facial features, but his eyes were a deep purple, with narrow and sharp pupils that carried a haughty air of looking down on ants.
A pair of huge wings condensed from purple flames slowly unfurled behind him, the blazing fire churning without scattering, shrouding his entire body in a scorching halo.
After stepping out of the light door, he let out a deafening roar facing the sky: "Roar!"
Immediately afterwards, he let out a low and rough laugh, as if he had already foreseen the picture of this World surrendering under his power.
"I, Demonic Lord Alba, have finally come to this vibrant World!"
He spread his arms, his voice carrying a fanatical declaration: "My subjects, let us slaughter, let us devour, let us..."
However, his high-held head slowly lowered halfway through his words, and his gaze landed on the ground below.
At that instant, his originally excited and joyful voice seemed to be cut off by something, and the words on his lips came to an abrupt halt.
What he saw was not the scene of his subjects wantonly slaughtering and devouring; on the contrary, his subjects were suffering a one-sided massacre.
He had clearly released over twenty thousand subordinate demons, but looking around at this moment, there were unexpectedly only a few thousand left still struggling bitterly.
Those predators he thought had scattered about had now turned into corpses, lying scattered all over the ground.
Alba couldn't help letting out another roar, in which the complacency and wildness from just now were gone, replaced by a furious rage: "Roar! Who is it?!"
His gaze swept across the Spirit Pagoda crowd below who were continuously slaughtering his subjects, his purple pupils shrinking slightly; he hadn't expected there to be somewhat too many powerhouses in this World.
His plan should have been to rapidly expand his territory while this World had not yet reacted, but at this moment his vanguard force had almost been completely wiped out.
Alba's breathing became a bit heavier, and he realized that things seemed a bit different from what he had anticipated.
Huo Yuhao's gaze landed on the Demonic Lord Alba opposite him, calmly sizing him up.
Meanwhile, Electrolux's voice quietly sounded in his mind: "Behind that light door is another plane."
Huo Yuhao nodded slightly; naturally, he could also tell that behind the light door was an aura that completely did not belong to the Douluo Plane.
His figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, he was already hovering opposite Alba.
Looking into Alba's deep purple eyes, Huo Yuhao slowly spoke: "It is me."
Alba's huge pupils contracted slightly for a fraction of a second; although the human before him was smaller than his palm from his perspective, he could not give rise to the slightest bit of contempt in his heart.
Because this human made him instinctively feel danger.
The Demonic Lord who descended into this World last time was not him, but another existence named Wujie.
Back then, that demon gate was accidentally opened when Yuanen Yehui's mother was making a Breakthrough to Titled Douluo, and Wujie's invasion of the Douluo Plane ultimately ended in failure because he encountered Yun Ming.
Later, Wujie transmitted the coordinates of the Douluo Plane to Alba, saying that only a powerhouse like him could conquer this World.
Those flattering words sounded very pleasant to Alba's ears at the time, as if he had already seen himself reigning supreme over this new World.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized that Wujie probably had malicious intentions.
The strength of this plane far exceeded his expectations, and his demon legion had already suffered heavy losses at this moment, yet the human before him merely standing there had already generated an unprecedented sense of oppression in his heart.
Although a trace of fear had already arisen in Alba's heart, he did not show it on his face.
After all, he was the great Lord Alba, having roamed the demon plane for many years; how could he show cowardice in front of a mere human?
However, facing Huo Yuhao at this moment, his tone was no longer as tough as it had been just before.
"Human powerhouse, if you are willing to negotiate with this lord, I am willing to order my subordinates to cease the attack."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao sneered, his tone carrying an undisguised mockery: "Cease the attack? These subordinates of yours are almost all dead."
Anger surged in Alba's heart, and a trace of fury surfaced on his ferocious face, but he forcefully suppressed it down.
He growled: "Behind this demon gate, there are still hundreds of thousands of my demon legion!"
Huo Yuhao could not judge the truth or falsehood of this sentence, but regardless of whether it was true or false, as long as he solved this so-called Demonic Lord before him, everything should be readily resolved.
He wasted no more words, raising his right hand high as the Scepter of Destruction emerged from the Void Realm, firmly grasped in his palm.
At this moment, he also somewhat understood why Tang San's statue held the Sea God Trident in its hands instead of his own Spirit form; Divine Artifacts were simply too easy to use.
The surging destructive force upon that scepter churned endlessly like dark purple flames, carrying a heavy, condensed aura that seemed capable of disintegrating the Law.
Alba's pupils shrank violently, and an unmaskable look of terror finally surfaced in his deep purple eyes; he suddenly somewhat regretted the harsh words he had uttered just moments before.
"No, no, no! I can lead the legion to retreat right now, and I will never set foot into this World again!"
Demonic Lord Alba hurriedly spoke, his originally fierce and ferocious face unexpectedly appearing somewhat sincere at this moment, his deep purple eyes filled with urgency.
Huo Yuhao could hear that the other party's tone did not seem fake, yet his actions did not stop.
Since the other party dared to appear here, they had to pay a corresponding price.
Furthermore, he had already taken a fancy to this demon plane at this moment; the roles of offense and defense had reversed.
Atop the Scepter of Destruction, the purple-black destructive force churned and rose like an ignited flame.
Alba could no longer care about his subordinates who were being slaughtered; in his heart at this moment, only a single thought remained — escape!
He felt that if he didn't leave now, he would truly die here today.
He abruptly turned around, his massive body rushing toward the direction of that light door, with a speed completely disproportionate to his huge physique.
However, just at the moment when he had just turned around and one foot was about to step onto the edge of the light door, the Scepter of Destruction in Huo Yuhao's hand suddenly radiated a great purple light, and a purple-black Divine Power accurately descended upon Alba like a lightning bolt compressed to the extreme.
With the experience of dealing with the Holy Spirit Cult Ten Thousand Years ago, Huo Yuhao clearly knew that even a Limit Douluo could not contend against the destructive force on the Scepter of Destruction.
Although this scepter was damaged, the Divine Power left upon it from before the God of Destruction's death was still an existence that could not be contended with below the level of deities, whereas Alba's cultivation was merely at the Quasi-God tier.
After his massive body was hit by that destructive divine light, a fine layer of purple patterns began to surface on its surface, rapidly spreading like cracked porcelain and covering his entire body.
The next instant, that thirty-odd-meter-tall purple-gold body suddenly fractured, turning into countless dots of starlight purple light, dissipating in the air like a silent fireworks show without leaving any remains.
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A/N:
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