The sheer number of experts gathered in the Demonic Imperial Capital is beyond terrifying. Once the army is fully assembled, it forms a dense, overwhelming mass—at least several hundred thousand strong. While there may not be any Demon Emperor-level powerhouses among them, the countless Demon Sovereigns and Demon Kings alone are enough that, if each spat once, even Evan Chu wouldn’t be able to handle it.
So, to break into the capital in the shortest time possible, the plan is for Elena Rainveil, Lynn Chu, Old Goldwing, and Shadow to fight fiercely at the city gates, drawing Demon Emperor Wotan’s close guards away.
Meanwhile, Evan’s job is to smash through every obstacle and go straight for Demon Emperor Wotan! If he wants to quell the Demonic Realm’s civil war and give Titus’s Old Guard a chance to breathe and successfully resurrect Supreme Titus—thus creating even bigger trouble for the Spirit Lord, the God-Realm Traitor—he has no choice but to severely injure or even kill Demon Emperor Wotan. There’s simply no other way.
That’s why, once Evan makes his move, he doesn’t hold back at all. Plus, with the fake Princess Serena’s elite team on his side—even if they can’t truly stop Wotan’s army from assembling, at least they can slow it down and block them for a while.
No matter how strong Evan is, there’s no way he can challenge the entire Demonic Realm alone. His current ‘invincible’ momentum won’t last long, and he knows time is running out. He has to seriously injure or kill Demon Emperor Wotan as fast as possible, then leave the Demonic Realm immediately.
And by taking the initiative to ignite a civil war in the Demonic Realm, he can not only wear down the realm’s living strength, but also create huge headaches for the Spirit Lord—forcing him to take his eyes off Frostbane Divine Palace for a while. This way, Evan buys more time for his own side to grow.
Let’s not forget—the Netherworld might also be in chaos right now. As Lord Frostbane’s old ally, Evan absolutely has to go check things out! What he fears most is that the real Princess Serena Hua is trying to resurrect the Netherworld Lord, but is being attacked by Spirit Lord’s agents and their Netherworld puppet legions. If the enemy has already turned a bunch of Netherworld experts into puppets under his command, that’s a huge problem.
With the Frostbane Divine Sword in hand, Evan feels almost invincible. Wind and Thunder Laws explode around him, blasting everything within dozens of meters. Any mid-Demon Sovereign or weaker expert can’t even get close; even if they force their way in, they’ll be shredded to pieces in moments.
Sevenfold Wind-Thunder Cleave!
Evan raises the Frostbane Divine Sword high, aiming to destroy the most magnificent hall at the very center of the imperial city. But as his attack closes in, a huge, dense black mist rises up, vibrating with devilish sound. An enraged roar erupts from the hall—a furious figure bursts out, swinging a blood-soaked scythe straight at Evan’s head.
"So you finally showed yourself? Good! Let's see what your real strength looks like!"
"Hmph! Such arrogant talk. Just an insignificant early-stage God-Emperor ant, and you dare act tough before me? I'll show you just how miserable the price of your arrogance will be!"
Demonic flames surged sky-high, devilish energy roared, and the blood-drenched scythe in Wotan's hand split into countless phantoms. His late-stage Demon Emperor cultivation was tyrannical to the extreme—especially with the added might of the dark element, Wotan's true power now touched the absolute peak of the late Demon Emperor realm!
No wonder Titus’s Old Guard feared Wotan so much; this guy’s battle power really does stand at the very summit of the Demonic Realm! Compared to the old Supreme Titus, he’s on a whole other level…
Seeing this, Su Xuan was left speechless with shock. If a single puppet created by the God-Realm Traitor Spirit Lord could reach such heights, then with the Dark Origin Spirit in his hands, just how terrifying must the Spirit Lord himself be?
"I don't care how strong you are—if you dare lay a hand on my daughter, you have to die!"
Evan Chu showed no fear. He unleashed the trump cards he'd been suppressing all this time—at this moment, he had no intention of holding anything back.
"Primordial Dragon True Body, Nine-Five Supreme! Ninefold Divine-Dragon Metamorphosis, Ten Thousand Laws Bow Before None!"
This was the ultimate power of Evan's fully awakened Primordial Dragon Bloodline—his Dragon Pearl and countless other forces had pushed him into the God-Emperor Realm, granting him these world-shattering abilities.
Suddenly, a tidal wave of dragon might erupted behind him, the energy storm so fierce it tore cracks through the surrounding space. Palaces below collapsed in an instant, and hundreds of Demon King-level experts perished without a sound.
Next, nine true bodies of the Golden Dragon soared forth—each one ten thousand meters long, blazing with piercing gold light. Nine Nine-Clawed Golden Dragons wreathed the sky, their roars erupting in tandem as they unleashed power rivaling the late-stage God-Venerable peak, all lunging straight for Demon Emperor Wotan.
At the same time, the Frostbane Divine Sword unleashed the full mysteries of Wind and Thunder Laws. Black clouds churned above, thunder rolled, and wild winds swept the earth, sand and stone filling the sky. Within this storm, only the nine golden dragon shadows could be seen, roaring as they tried to annihilate Wotan.
Sevenfold Wind-Thunder Cleave!
Heaven-Phantom Thunder Cleave!
Wind-God Sword Art: Ultimate Slash!
Not only the Frostbane Divine Sword—even the Snowbound Divine Sword was drawn. Evan poured out every last drop of Chaos Divine Power and Wind-Thunder Law, unleashing thousands of sword shadows in an instant. No matter how many enemies blocked his path, this explosive attack would slice them all to dust—absolute dominance!
Evan couldn’t fight the entire Demonic Realm alone, but if he wanted to destroy half the imperial capital single-handed, he could do it with ease.
"I never thought an early-stage God-Emperor could unleash such terrifying attacks. I really did underestimate you!
But even so, you can't escape death at my hands! Honestly, you’ve already made me afraid—maybe even terrified. If you’re allowed to keep growing, you’ll become my greatest enemy!
That’s why—you have to be destroyed today!
Wotan’s blood-drenched scythe instantly grew to hundreds of meters, becoming monstrously huge. Behind him, dozens of demonic phantoms appeared, radiating savage killing intent as they charged the nine colossal Golden Dragons.
As soon as the battle began, every palace in the imperial capital collapsed. Not a single intact roof tile remained—only rubble and drifting ash everywhere.
The sky was blotted out, energy collided, thunderous explosions echoed without pause—the battlefield’s shockwaves even reached the fighting outside the city, where Lynn Chu, Elena Rainveil, Old Goldwing, Shadow, and the others were locked in combat.
"Not good! Retreat now—the aftershocks from this fight could wipe us all out!"
"This... is Father’s power?" Lynn Chu was utterly shocked, staring at the distant inferno of demonic flames, thunder, and roaring winds. Her eyes burned with unprecedented longing. Someday, I’ll be just as strong as my father!
It sounds long when described, but in reality, only a dozen breaths had passed since Evan appeared at the imperial capital and began his duel with Wotan. Now, the first round was already exploding with brutal intensity.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The sounds of destruction never stopped. Evan’s upper garments were torn to shreds by the terrifying backlash; even with his Starforge Body and Primordial Dragon body, he couldn’t block it all. Soon, dozens of bloody gashes appeared on his powerful frame.