"This is your end," Azmodeus said simply.
With one final swing, he unleashed a wave of energy that swept across the battlefield, annihilating the remaining forces in an instant. The ground quaked, the air burned, and when the light finally faded, nothing remained of the Nine Evil Yin army but ash.
High above, a single figure observed the carnage with narrowed eyes. The faint laughter of the Nine Evil Yin Sovereign's secret spy, Ling Chao, echoed across the battlefield, filled with equal parts amusement and menace.
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"Impressive, Azmodeus," the voice said, its tone cold. "But this is far from over. Enjoy your victory while you can."
Azmodeus lowered the cleaver, his expression unchanging. "Why don't you fight me now?" he asked softly, a faint grin crossing his lips. "I could use another punching bag."
"...Brother... Why are you...?"
Ming Chao suddenly entered the scene, her shock over witnessing Azmodeus's immense power quickly being replaced with utter dread. She could sense it, as if on instinct—her brother was not being controlled. But why!? Why was he doing this!??
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"Are you done?" Azmodeus asked casually, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. "Because frankly, this whole family drama is starting to bore me."
Ming Chao shot him a glare, her frustration bubbling over. "Azmodeus, this is none of your—"
"Wrong," Azmodeus interrupted, his voice cutting through hers like a blade. "This has everything to do with me. Your brother there just declared himself my enemy, and I don't take kindly to enemies."
Ling Chao raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest crossing his otherwise stoic face. "And what do you intend to do about it, Azmodeus? You may have bested the pawns of the Nine Evil Yin, but do you truly believe you can stand against me? What you know of my power is just what I have been willing to show. What I have gained after joining the Nine Evil Yin Realm is something you cannot possibly fathom. And for killing our Lord Sovereign's Eldest Son, your only fate is destined death. This cannot be altered."
Azmodeus chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a ripple of unease through the remaining cultivators. "Oh, I don't just believe it," he said, his grip tightening on the Grand Pandemonium Cleaver. "I know it."
The air grew tense as the two powerhouses locked eyes. Ling Chao's aura surged, far surpassing the initial levels of the Immortal Transcendence Realm. His Transcendent Spark burst out in immense power, and a dark, oppressive energy emanated from his form. It was the power of a Transcendent who had fully embraced the Nine Evil Yin's twisted doctrines, and it bore down on the battlefield like an unrelenting storm.
Azmodeus, however, remained unfazed. If anything, he seemed invigorated by the challenge, his own aura flaring to life in response. Golden light intertwined with streaks of crimson, creating a vortex of energy that clashed with Ling Chao's darkness. The ground trembled under the weight of their power, cracks spidering out in all directions.
Ming Chao hovered between them, her expression torn. She could see the inevitability of the clash, yet her heart ached at the thought of her brother and ally battling to the death.
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