The air within the underground altar was suffused with a suffocating pressure. As the ritual progressed, the eerie glow radiating from the spirit crystals grew ever more intense. Lin Ye’s eyes locked onto the altar, his heart swelling with a fury and helplessness that threatened to consume him. The tragic fate of the mine slaves struck a deep chord within him—especially the sight of Uncle Wang, who now lay on the verge of death, his body nearly drained of all energy and soul by the power of the altar. Everything before him pushed Lin Ye to the brink of losing control.
I. Fury Unleashed
"I can't wait any longer!" Lin Ye’s heart pounded furiously, like a ticking bomb nearing detonation. His body trembled violently as demonic energy surged within him like a long-dormant volcano finally erupting.
"You all… die!" Lin Ye could no longer contain the rage blazing inside him. A thunderous roar burst from his chest as his demonic power erupted in a torrent, surging toward the altar. In that instant, the air seemed to screech under pressure, the entire underground space trembling as if in response.
The space around Lin Ye twisted madly. His demonic energy took the form of raging waves crashing toward the center of the altar. The black-robed disciples, caught off guard, suddenly felt a crushing pressure slam into them like a mountain bearing down. Their bodies froze, stunned by the raw force of the demonic surge.
The energy atop the altar surged even more wildly. Under Lin Ye’s onslaught, the spirit crystals grew unstable, their glow flickering violently, seemingly on the verge of shattering. Panic filled the disciples' eyes as they hastily tried to muster their spiritual power to resist—but it was utterly futile. Their strength was no match for the sheer wrath and power that Lin Ye now embodied.
II. Identity Exposed
Lin Ye’s demonic energy grew stronger still, shaking the very foundations of the underground chamber. Just then, a stunned voice rang out above the altar: “A demon… demon race?!”
The voice came from the golden-robed elder. His eagle-sharp gaze fixed on Lin Ye, filled with disbelief and fury. In a flash, he had sensed the demonic aura Lin Ye had kept hidden. The elder’s expression shifted from calm to alarmed, then to sheer rage.
The black-robed disciples were frozen in place. The overwhelming demonic aura that now poured from Lin Ye stunned them. Realizing his true identity, they involuntarily took a step back.
“You… you're a cultivator of the demon race?!” the golden-robed elder spat coldly, his voice laced with shock and fury. “You dare infiltrate Tianyuan Sect as a demon? You will die here today!”
A deadly light flashed in the elder’s eyes. He slowly raised his hand, preparing to unleash a forbidden technique in response to Lin Ye’s sudden exposure. But Lin Ye did not flinch—his eyes blazed with furious determination, and his demonic aura surged even stronger.
“Come then,” Lin Ye growled, his teeth clenched. “Let’s see if you can withstand my wrath!”
III. Saving Uncle Wang
Though the black-robed disciples began launching counter-spells against him, Lin Ye never wavered from his true goal—rescuing Uncle Wang. He ignored his enemies, instead pouring every ounce of his demonic power toward the stone chamber where the mine slaves were imprisoned. The explosive energy and trembling altar had already plunged the underground into chaos, and the disciples’ casting speed was visibly slowing.
“Uncle Wang!” Lin Ye shouted, his voice filled with urgency and rage.
With a swift stride, he dashed toward the stone chamber. His surging demonic power made his steps as fast as a stormwind. One mighty blow shattered the stone door, the impact sending a deafening roar through the chamber. Fragments of stone flew in all directions, and the black-robed disciples froze in shock at the sheer force Lin Ye had displayed.
Inside, Uncle Wang lay collapsed on the ground, his breath faint, his face deathly pale. Lin Ye rushed to his side, scooping him up and channeling his demonic energy to restore the old man's life force. Slowly, Uncle Wang’s breathing began to recover, though his body remained alarmingly weak.
“Hang in there, Uncle Wang. I’ll get you out of here,” Lin Ye said softly, his eyes burning with unwavering resolve.
But the golden-robed elder had not missed any of Lin Ye’s movements. With a cold sneer, his aura flared once more. A single step brought him before Lin Ye in an instant.
“You might save him—but you won’t survive,” the elder said icily, his eyes filled with killing intent.
A chill ran through Lin Ye’s heart, yet he didn’t back down. Instead, he clenched his fists, ready to meet the elder’s assault head-on. His demonic power now burned at its peak.
“Come on,” Lin Ye sneered, “I’ll show you the true power of the demon race!”
IV. Closing
The golden-robed elder’s figure seemed to vanish into thin air—then suddenly, his immense aura collided head-on with Lin Ye’s. The underground chamber quaked once more. All around, the black-robed disciples retreated in fear, their eyes wide with terror.
The clash between Lin Ye and the golden-robed elder was about to begin—and in this battle of life and death, would Lin Ye be able to save Uncle Wang, and put an end to this evil ritual once and for all?
ns216.73.216.103da2
and then Add to home screen.