"Nehun!" nruch quickly recognized one of the combatants as his companion before his gaze shifted to Amalia and her level of cultivation.
"Sir, why is Lord Nehun fighting a re Deity Transformation cultivator? From the looks of it, they seem evenly matched," Forvach exclaid in astonishnt.
nruch’s expression grew grave. "This human cultivator seems... familiar."
Forvach scrutinized Amalia closely, his face changing. "Sir, isn’t that one of the two we were pursuing at Silent Echo Valley a few months ago? How has her cultivation level soared from the Nascent Soul stage to Deity Transformation in such a short ti?"
"So it’s really her," nruch murmured, his eyes narrowing. "No wonder their aura feels familiar."
"Sir, if I recall correctly, Lord Azrakar has been searching for them this entire ti."
nruch scanned the surroundings.
Spotting so human cultivators and demonic beasts, he frowned. "Azrakar might’ve fallen into their hands."
"If His Majesty finds out, he’ll go mad," Forvach muttered, his brows furrowed.
"That’s irrelevant. These two human prodigies are far more formidable than we anticipated. Their cultivation progress in just a few months is astonishing. If given more ti, they might surpass even . They must be eliminated here and now," nruch declared coldly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
At that mont, Amalia’s blade clashed with Nehun’s trident.
The palace do finally gave way under the overwhelming pressure.
A tidal wave of energy rippled outward, causing nearby structures to shake and show signs of imminent collapse.
The other human cultivators and demonic beasts stood frozen, awestruck by the spectacle.
What stunned them even more was the fact that such a cataclysmic confrontation was the result of a battle between a King level Devil and a Deity Transformation cultivator.
"That’s her! The human cultivator wielding the Inverse Emperor Bell!" a voice suddenly exclaid, identifying Amalia.
At the ntion of the Inverse Emperor Bell, everyone’s eyes turned red with greed, their avarice amplified to the extre as they fixated on Amalia, scrutinizing her every move.
If they could claim the Inverse Emperor Bell for themselves, they would dominate both Mystic Void Continent and the Devil Battlefield.
Even facing cultivators or devils in the Mahayana stage, they would have the power to protect themselves.
What alard them even more was the fact that Amalia hadn’t even used the Inverse Emperor Bell in this fight.
Yet, she was still able to unleash attacks rivaling those of a King level Devil.
Despite recognizing her strength, their eyes burned with a mix of caution, greed, and a ravenous desire to seize the bell.
One by one, they began to move subtly, positioning themselves closer, waiting for the outco of Amalia and Nehun’s duel before pouncing to steal the treasure.
Little did they know that the rumor of Amalia possessing the Inverse Emperor Belll did not reveal that she also carried the treasures of the Nine Heaven Pixiu.
Even the few devils and demonic beasts aware of the truth remained silent, unwilling to reveal this critical piece of information.
After all, revealing it would only attract more competitors.
By keeping it hidden, they ensured that all attention stayed fixated on the Inverse Emperor Bell.
With a thunderous crash, the palace do finally collapsed entirely.
Fierce winds howled, sweeping debris and sand through the air as walls crumbled.
As the smoke and dust settled, the center of the storm fell silent.
It seed the battle had reached its conclusion.
"Who won?" soone in the corner whispered, peeking out cautiously.
A few dared to probe the scene with their divine senses.
"Ah!" Several agonized cries suddenly rang out.
The cultivators who had tried to investigate with their divine senses reeled back, clutching their heads as if scalded.
Their divine senses had been struck, almost destabilizing their very souls.
With a loud crash, Amalia erged from the rubble of the collapsed stone pile.
Aside from so surface wounds, she appeared largely unscathed.
She had won.
A Deity Transformation cultivator had defeated a King level Devil?
All eyes turned to the spot where Nehun had stood.
He hadn’t yet risen from the debris, and just as everyone thought he was dead, another crash of shifting stones broke the silence.
Nehun stood up, his face contorted with a grotesque grimace.
Baring his sharp teeth, it wasn’t anger that filled his expression—it was pain, as if he were enduring sothing unbearable.
He reached out toward Amalia, and with a thunderous roar, flas suddenly erupted from his body.
In an instant, a blazing inferno enveloped him entirely.
The onlookers closest to him instinctively retreated several ters, staring in fear at the humanoid figure consud by fire.
Screams of agony echoed from within the flas but died out after a brief mont.
Nehun’s towering devil form was reduced to ash, which scattered in the wind as it fell.
"Fire?" soone muttered in shock.
"Such terrifying and domineering flas!"
"I’ve never seen anything like it. These flas are even more ferocious than the Original Fla. No wonder that King level Devil fell—they were consud by this fire."
"Exactly. That devil specialized in dark energy, but these flas are pure yang and utterly overpowering, completely suppressing his abilities."
While many understood the reason behind Nehun’s defeat, their gazes toward Amalia grew increasingly wary.
Yet greed still triumphed over fear; so cultivators couldn’t resist taking out their treasures and inching closer.
Amalia said nothing.
She extended her left hand, and a small, golden bell floated above her palm, radiating a mysterious and profound power.
The crowd halted in their tracks, their eyes glued to the golden bell with unbridled greed.
Most had only heard of this bell in legends, never seen it in person.
"So this is the Inverse Emperor Bell," soone whispered.
With just one glance, they could feel the bell’s overwhelming power and enigma, so much so that their divine senses dared not probe it.
"Amalia, hand over the Inverse Emperor Bell, and I’ll spare your life," a voice rang out.
The first speaker clearly knew who Amalia was, but the greed in his eyes remained unchanged.
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