Inside the Relic, a crimson pillar of light writhed like a ferocious, giant blood-colored dragon. The aura of the Ancient Demon God surged forward like a black, tumultuous tide, crashing wave after wave against the group's defensive line. Su Yao and the others felt their clothes whip violently in the gale of this powerful pressure, their hair dancing wildly as gravity etched itself onto every face.
"Hold the line, everyone! We cannot let the Demon God be resurrected!" Su Yao shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice sounding incredibly thin against the onslaught of the dark aura. The Divine Artifact in her hands flared with brilliant radiance as she struggled to fend off the encroaching corruption of the Demon God's power. Lin Yu, gritting his teeth against the suffocating pressure, swung his long sword, weaving layers of sword-energy barriers around Su Yao to deflect incoming strikes. Zhao Ya, meanwhile, relentlessly hurled Spirit Talismans, using their power to disrupt the flow of the Demon God's dark energy.
Just then, the runes on the altar flashed with frenzied intensity. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the figure of the Ancient Demon God finally manifested in full. He stood as tall as a mountain, his skin like black rock with a cold, metallic sheen. His eyes were like twin blood-moons, leaking endless killing intent; with every breath he took, the very space around him seemed to warp.
Chapter 110