In just a day's time, the base within the Chaotic Demon Sea was almost entirely destroyed.

"Deputy Sect Master, just ahead is the most important base of the Demon Race."

Thunder Shock Daoist Monarch stepped forward and cupped his hands in respect.

Though the two were fellow disciples, Thunder Shock Daoist Monarch knew in this moment that Jiang Shu was their leader, and the hierarchy was clear.

At the junction of sea and sky, dark purple mist steamed, Jiang Shu stood on the deck of the Cloud Boat, his robes billowed by the salty sea breeze.

Twenty-eight True Martial disciples formed the Four Symbols Battle Formation, Azure Dragon and White Tiger illusions faintly visible amid the clouds, lightning patterns coiling around their scales and claws casting a blue and white glow over the sea.

The seawater roiled under the formation's residual waves, every crest of the waves crackling with tiny arcs of lightning, charring the floating demon beast remains into charcoal.

"Three thousand miles southeast, the demon energy gathers and does not disperse."

The purple-robed Elder held the Mystic Sky Mirror, within its reflected waves the Flood Dragon patterns twisted and writhed like living creatures.

The mirror's rim was set with twelve Sea Stabilizing Pearls that suddenly trembled in unison, projecting red light dots into the void.

That was the core of the mirage vortex.

Jiang Shu traced his brow with two fingers, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

The coral reefs lurking beneath the sea suddenly surged with thick blood fog, countless bone-white beast bones jutted from the crevices, assembling into a nine-headed Xiang Liu totem.

As his Divine Sense touched a seemingly calm area of water, the void suddenly cracked with web-like patterns.

The entire island was folded within the seams of reality and illusion, blood-colored curses clinging to his Divine Sense like gangrene.

The curses resembled twisted snake scales, each scale reflecting the venomous eyes of dying demon beasts.

"Right here!"

Jiang Shu roared, the Cloud Boat beneath his feet exploded.

The Power Dao surged through his muscles, he tore apart the mirage curtain enveloping the sea, revealing the sinister and terrifying isle beneath.

Countless demon beast skulls stacked into walls, each skull's eye socket burned with ghostly green phosphorescence.

The walls' surface was covered in intricate vascular-like patterns, pulsing with the rise and fall of tides. The soul lamps hanging from the battlements burned with ghostly green demon fire,

casting "Ten Thousand Demon Island" inscribed in Ancient Demon Text into flickering light, within the strokes of the text flesh and blood squirmed like living beings.

Three Ink Flood Dragons were flung into the void by demon-binding chains, their reversed scales inscribed with Soul Suppressing Curses.

Jiang Shu's palm shone with the Bronze Compass, its needle pinned to the Dantian of the three Flood Dragons, blood beads seeping from seven orifices transformed into key shapes.

The Blood Jade's surface displayed the same patterns as the wall's vessels.

As the key sank into the blood-colored curse text, the entire sea erupted with a roar akin to a giant beast awakening.

The dormant nine-headed Xiang Liu totem suddenly came to life, the sound of joints grinding akin to a volley of arrows, yet the Azure Dragon illusion of the Four Symbols Battle Formation already tore apart its throat.

"Form the array!"

With the key sinking into the blood-colored curse text, the entire sea erupted with a roar akin to a giant beast awakening.

Jiang Shu stepped upon the Azure Dragon illusion, soaring into the sky, with the Desolate Star Halberd's tip dripping desolation, the Taichu Dao Rhyme eroded the Island Protection Array.

As the White Tiger's sharp claw ripped open the barrier of decayed corpses surrounding the walls, a dark gold beam suddenly rose from the island's center, engulfing the Vermilion Bird Fire Feathers entirely.

Those fire feathers, upon falling into the beam, transformed into Blood Crows, shrieking as they counter-attacked the battle formation.

"Human Clan junior, you've saved me the trouble of finding you."

A raspy voice came from the earth, nine Mystic Iron Chains broke the sea.

The chain's ends tied to Primordial Demon Beast heads opened their compound eyes, dark purple beams intertwined forming a Taotie giant mouth, wildly devouring the spiritual energy of the Four Symbols Battle Formation.

Every head's fangs were etched with sacrifice runes, the sound of gnawing spiritual energy akin to thousands of resentful souls chewing bones.

Gray Dao Patterns flowed in Jiang Shu's pupils, the Desolate Star Halberd swept out a dark gold arc light.

Taichu Power touched demon beast heads, Taichu Law spread like a plague, the surface of those heads began to rapidly decay.

The decaying traces reversed up the chains, corroding the bound Destruction Law into foul sticky fluid.

Under the astounded gaze of all, nine meteor-like heads layered with weathered fragments, yet before the debris could touch ground, it was devoured by the reversed Chaos Thunder Pool.

From the seabed came the angry roar of a dragon, amid towering waves rose a figure coiled in chaotic aura.

Ao Jin was draped in Profound Black Dragon Scale Armor, the edges of each dragon scale bore barbs, opening and closing with breaths like living creatures.

Suspended in his palm was a Dragon Ball, sealing within an entire galaxy, the Demon Monarch Peak's pressure cracked the Xuanwu illusion's shell within the Four Symbols Battle Formation.

On his forehead, his twin horns shimmered with a dark golden luster, and the mist coiling around the horn tips was actually formed from miniature nebulae.

"Kill!"

Ao Jin's bone staff struck the ground, and the mountain-like demon beast remains reassembled into a hundred-foot-tall skeletal Rakshasa.

These creatures had ghostly fires flickering in their eye sockets, and with each step, the ground burst forth with boiling blood fountains.

Jiang Shu moved like lightning through the battlefield, the halberd tip pointing at the Rakshasa's forehead, infusing the Power Dao through its skeletal seams.

The Rakshasa's spine suddenly swelled like an inflated bladder, and under everyone's gaze, exploded into a cloud of bone dust, the flying fragments nailing three unsuspecting demon race soldiers to the rock wall.

"It's your turn now."

Jiang Shu defied gravity's torrent, advancing swiftly, as the Desolate Star Halberd clashed with Ao Jin's dragon claw, causing space to crack.

The two fought from the island to the clouds, and dragon scales on Ao Jin's chest suddenly peeled away, forming a Reversed Scale Sword Formation for protection.

Yet, as the halberd tip touched the sword formation, those scales, capable of slicing the sun and moon, suddenly softened, melting away like ice in the face of the blazing sun.

The Taichu Dao Rhyme reverted the dragon clan's proud defensive scales back to their most primal metallic essence.

"Taichu Dao!"

Ao Jin's eyes nearly split, witnessing the halberd blade pierce through his chest.

The Law of Power surged backward through his meridians, turning his organs to mush, even ripping the demon core out, ensnared by the Returning Ruins Patterns.

The dark golden demon core, covered with star patterns, struggled desperately like a firefly caught in a web.

"Elder!"

The Flood Dragon Guards were stunned.

This elder, at the Demon Monarch Peak Realm—how could he be killed by Jiang Shu in such a short time?

Could it be he had already broken through to the Chaos Hole Realm?!

In the moment the Flood Dragon Guards were distracted by their duel with Thunder Shock Daoist Monarch, the Thunder Dual Blades sliced off half of his body.

Taking advantage, Ao Jin bit his tongue, spraying lifebound essence blood in the void to sketch True Dragon Ancestor Patterns.

The entire island suddenly exploded from within, unleashing a decaying Dao Rhyme from the Demon Venerable's remains, forming a gray halo that withered everything it touched.

A coral tree, large enough for three to embrace, aged rapidly within the halo, turning to ash in the blink of an eye.

"You think this can kill me?"

Ao Jin, with a sinister smile, tore off his own dragon tail, the flesh exploding into a mist of blood in the void.

The severed tail suddenly opened innumerable dragon eyes, and the erupting blood light corroded the space into a thousand punctures.

As Jiang Shu swung his halberd to shatter the oncoming blood arrows, Ao Jin had already transformed into a twisted blood shadow, with the remnants of his demon core, escaping into the deep sea.

The dragon blood sprinkled along the way turned into crimson coral, effectively blocking all pursuing chaotic thunder fire.

Each coral grew, emitting a wailing cry like a baby's.

What a bizarre island, as if sculpted from flesh and blood!

"It's time for you to witness the true foundation of my demon race!"

Ao Jin's dragon horn on his forehead erupted with dark golden blood light. Three thousand six hundred red copper pillars trembled in response, from the gaps in the chains oozed dragon clan's ancient curse, viscous like tar.

Those curse texts fell into the sea of blood and transformed into fully armored Flood Dragon Guards, each one's eye sockets flickering with the same soul flame as Ao Jin.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Sky-Eroding Array!"

Ao Jin's dragon claw made a grasping motion, and the Flood Dragon Guards suddenly disintegrated into a sky full of bone spikes. These spikes, engraved with spiral patterns on their surface, flew in trajectories intertwining in the void, unleashing the most insidious attack in the dragon clan's inheritance.

The rocks beneath Jiang Shu's feet instantly vaporized, and within the boiling white mist appeared the illusion realm of his failed tribulation crossing, seemingly real, affecting his divine sense.

The formation could actually evoke heart demons!

The Desolate Star Halberd vibrated with a warning sound, and the phoenix carving on the halberd body suddenly spread its wings.

In Jiang Shu's pupils, gray Dao Patterns rotated like a galaxy, instantly identifying the weak points in the star map.

With a mysterious step, he moved his right foot forward, pressed his left palm on the halberd's tail and pushed violently, pulling a hundred phantom shadows through the Returning Ruins Patterns behind him.

Each phantom formed different spells, pinning the incoming bone spikes within an inch of his body.

"Break!"