Martial Peak

Chapter 3535, The Twelve Demon Saints

The world was vast and full of surprises. There was always something unthinkable that nobody could ever have imagined.

Yang Kai’s eyes shifted. He pointed at another Demon Saint and asked, “What about him?”

He was only observing the situation on the other side through the mirror-like Demon Artifact. Even so, this Demon Saint stood out as the most conspicuous existence. It wasn’t his appearance, but rather the feeling he gave off that made him impossible to ignore. Yang Kai could tell at a glance that this person was not to be trifled with.

Likewise, Bo Ya’s expression was extremely solemn as she identified that person carefully and replied, “If I’m not wrong, that would be the First Demon Saint, Senior Huang Wu Ji.”

“The First Demon Saint?” Yang Kai was surprised, “There are rankings among the Twelve Demon Saints?”

It had been a long time since he came to Demon Realm, but he had never heard about that before. [I wonder how Yu Ru Meng ranks. And, what about Bei Li Mo?]

Bo Ya, however, laughed and shook her head at his question, “The other Demon Saints do not have ranks. Senior Huang Wu Ji is the only person publicly recognized as the First Demon Saint!”

“Is he the strongest?” Yang Kai asked in a grim voice.

“Not only that. He is also the oldest Demon Saint,” She nodded lightly.

He studied the image seriously and memorized that person’s appearance before asking, “Which Demon Clan does he come from?”

……

“The Strength Demon Clan!”

Clan from the Demon Race was naturally known for their incredible strength. Additionally, this person was the strongest and oldest Demon Saint. His strength had probably reached a realm that was difficult to

she had never met any of these Demon Saints either, but their racial characteristics were very distinct. Moreover,

Ge Meng, Sand Demon, You Qiu… Adding Charm Demon Yu Ru Meng, Snow Demon Bei Li Mo, Red Demon Huo Bo, Blood Demon Xue Li, and Strength Demon Huang Wu Ji, these were the Twelve Demon Saints who stood at the pinnacle of the Demon Realm. All of

in the mirror, Yang Kai held his breath, feeling as if he was experiencing the calm

make the first move either. They had an absolute advantage in numbers and were confident that they could keep him in this place forever. Even so, one or two among them might end up severely injured if Bright Moon fought back desperately. A moment of carelessness, and he could drag any one of them down with him. Therefore, none of them were making the first move even

and nights. The figures of the Great Emperor and the Demon Saints were so motionless that they looked like they were part of an eternal painting of the world, leaving Yang Kai

battlefield, but he knew that the longer they dragged things out, the slimmer Bright Moon’s chance of escaping became. Although the confrontation had lasted for several days, Bright Moon had not been able to rest at all during these few days. The Twelve Demon Saints’ auras were firmly locked on him, and if he so much as showed the slightest weakness, they would immediately rain down a storm of attacks on him. Thus, he needed to always maintain peak vigilance to overcome this calamity. Under these circumstances,

an apparent truth, so how could Bright Moon, who was stuck in the centre of the vortex, be unaware of it? In order to break the stalemate, he would need to take great risks to have a chance of surviving. If this stand-off were to continue, his situation would only get worse and

Bright Moon moved. He slowly raised a hand, straightening his palm in front of his chest to use a Secret Technique. His surface was instantly covered in a layer of gentle light. Many of the Demon

at Bright Moon, seemingly going for the kill. The blood ray instantly arrived in front of Bright Moon and abruptly transformed into

hand grabbed at something in the void. A longsword that seemed to be formed from condensed moonlight appeared in his hand. Without

mist at Bright Moon. Bright Moon had no time to bother about anything else as a round moon suddenly appeared behind him, hanging above his head. The moonlight illuminated the place, and the blood mist quickly evaporated. At the same time, his sword slashed out like a Dragon. The Moonlight Longsword transformed into a rain

while Xue Li was keeping Bright Moon busy. Yang Kai could clearly see that the clusters of crimson balls had been shot out by Huo Bo from a distance at an

rang out. The small balls burst open as though many Red Demons had self-destructed on the spot, wrapping Bright

*Xiu xiu xiu…*

archery performed by Feather Demon Fu Yu. There was also an incomparably tall skeleton of

Saint had already concealed his figure. The Stone Demon’s body glowed with a rocky lustre as he rushed to the forefront, acting

was like a sharp blade and formed together into a deadly whirlwind. On the other side, there was a blazing fire that illuminated

it was shocking. The smallest flinch had set off a chain reaction. With a single move from Bright Moon, the Twelve Demon Saints attacked all at once and

after another. Yang Kai no longer

and ruminated over something for a moment before she spoke up comfortingly,

silent. He was not worried about Yu Ru Meng, he was worried

Eternal Sky Continent back then, so it was possible for them to do it again

the many Demon Saints, they were going to fight to the death here. When