Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 753 - 439: Youcheng, Jia Loulan, Caravan, Supreme Demon Sun, Earthfire Furnace

Now in the Demon Realm, the situation had completely reversed.

As for the Holy Sun State, Yi Chen absolutely dared not use it lightly. After all, the three Demon Marshals—the Hundred-Headed Demon Wolf, the Nether Tiger, and the Blood Dragon—all perished at his hands. If the three Demon Lords came to serve his World-Shaking Pure Yang, he, Yi Chengzi, was not yet suited to receive such immense fortune.

"Demon Sun State, standing on the earth, my strength is boundless and inexhaustible. If it's said that the Holy Sun State is the foremost in aerial combat, then in the Demon Sun State, I, am the strongest on the ground!"

"It's a pity, if I could evolve my Soul with the body of the Demon Sun State and unite the two poles, I wonder how many punches the Demon Lord can withstand from me!"

Sensing the many alien forces transmitted by the solid earth to him, Yi Chen's thoughts whirled around, but he began to ponder the evolution route for his True Technique breakthrough.

In that case, he, Yi Chengzi, would be able to challenge the pinnacle of Dao Sect; matters like Anomaly of the Cultivation Body, by then, there would be plenty of virtuosos to interpret the scriptures for him, Yi Chengzi.

"Unfortunately, from this day forth, I can no longer use the name World-Shaking Pure Yang."

In the world, just as Yi Chen was walking alone, suddenly, the sound of bronze bells rang out from the front left side, and more than ten lizard-like ferocious beasts appeared in front of him.

The lizards carried railings and cargo on their backs, with several imposing goat-headed Demonkin standing proudly atop them.

Yi Chen keenly noticed that the bronze bells on the necks of the ferocious beasts were studded with sea urchin-like spikes, deeply piercing into the bodies of the beasts. Upon the ringing of the bells, the ferocity in the beasts' eyes was dispelled, making them seem like lifeless puppets with scattered consciousness.

"Useless thing, you can't even carry water steadily – what use are you!"

Snap!

The sound of a whip breaking through the air.

A young man with white hair but stubborn and clear eyes was sent flying by a goat-headed Demonkin wielding an iron whip.

He landed not far from Yi Chen.

On the largest lizard, a goat-headed Demonkin in luxurious clothing threw down the bloodied iron whip, but looked over at Yi Chen with a measuring gaze.

It stared deeply at Yi Chen's formidable Demon Sun State pose, the danger in its eyes gradually fading away, without uttering any provocative words, but after licking its blood-red lips, it lay back down on the lavish long chair it had been sitting on.

With the urging of the other goat-headed Demonkin, the lizard caravan resumed its journey toward its predetermined destination.

Coincidentally, the direction was the same as the one towards Youcheng, where Yi Chen was headed.

"Little guy, how old are you?"

Yi Chen glanced at the caravan without making any other movements, and came to the side of the young man who was continuously vomiting blood, his expression calm.

The will of the heavens rotates, and the battle from ten thousand years ago was the turning point.

The Demon Realm found an opportunity and launched a major invasion into the Human Domain, not only causing boundless slaughter, but also taking away countless people from the Human Realm as they retreated.

The young man with dimming life force in front of him seemed to be a descendant of those taken away back then.

Suddenly, within the depths of the young man's Heart Lake, the figure of a burly Taoist Priest emerged unexpectedly.

"Ten... fifteen, Taoist Priest, are you... also of the Human Race? Please... be very careful, do... do not let the Demonkin discover you," the young man stammered.

Inside his Heart Lake, Yi Chen nodded slightly.

Fifteen years old – that was consistent with his own assessment.

Don't let the youth's white hair fool you; it was nothing more than the result of taking life-depleting Tiger-Wolf Elixirs every day.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. How come you're the only Human Race person along with that caravan?" Inside the Heart Lake, the image of Yi Chen questioned with confusion.

"Dead… they're all dead. We... this group was just entertainment for the higher-level Demonkin on their journey. It's... nearly the end, and we're bound to die eventually."

"Taoist... Priest, how much longer... can I live?"

In reality, a fierce will to live flickered in the young man's eyes, profoundly moving.

Looking at his half-collapsed chest, Yi Chen sighed reluctantly and extended a hand.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to save, but the young man's life potential had already been exhausted. Unless a Daluo Golden Immortal descended or a reborn Human Emperor came forth, coming to him, Yi Chengzi, was just casting pearls before swine, much like when he was unable to save "Duck Egg" before.