Yali had almost single-handedly destroyed the entire demon legion.
Even the Terror Demon Lord was now fully focused on resisting the divine impact while fleeing at top speed, not daring to bathe in that terrifying divine radiance.
All the greater demons under his command were annihilated in that golden light.
But in front of Yali, how could a Demon Lord—even one at the Limit Douluo level—escape
The only reason he had escaped earlier was because Yali hadn't used an offensive soul skill.
A blazing white light shot from Yali's hand, transforming into a long spear. In the Terror Demon Monarch's despairing gaze, it pierced through his chest, pinning him in midair.
Divine Weapon — Skytowering Spear!
The Terror Demon Lord was slain in a single blow.
The coalition army of the three races stared dumbfounded at the scene.
They had been fighting demons for quite some time.
They were all extremely familiar with the strength of the Terror Demon Monarch—equivalent to the peak of a Venerable and someone who had even killed a Venerable from the Tianxuan Continent.
Yet such a being was killed in just one strike.
"Divine Ring, may I ask... are you a god?"
A resurrected soldier kneeled on one knee toward Yali. In the next moment, the entire three-race coalition followed suit and knelt in unison.
Looking across the battlefield, only a few members of the royal families of the three races still stood in the distance.
"Kneel! Help her become a god, fulfill her fate—she is the future of the Elven race."
At that crucial moment, the Eternal Venerable's voice sounded in the Elven Queen's mind.
Yali was only one step away from godhood. The Eternal Venerable wanted to bet on this moment—that Yali, borrowing this surge of faith power, could ascend instantly and become a being capable of contending with Tang Hao and Tang Chen.
Upon hearing this, the Elven Queen no longer hesitated. With several Elven elders, she descended before the Elven army and knelt toward the airborne Yali with deep reverence.
"I, Lilith, Queen of the Elves, thank the Goddess for helping us defeat the demons and saving my people."
"I am the Goddess of Life, moved by the suffering of the mortal world. I have descended to save it."
Yali's gentle voice echoed across the battlefield, like a warm spring breeze that made everyone instinctively feel close to her.
Angels danced around her, scattering holy light that made her appear even more sacred and ethereal.
Seeing this, Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, watching from the shadows, were furious.
"Divine Ring? What nonsense! That's obviously a soul ring!"
"Damn soul masters, tricking the ignorant people of Tianxuan Continent with soul rings!"
"How could someone from the Douluo Plane be this shameless?!"
"Goddess of Life? She's not worthy!"
Tang Chen and Bo Saixi exploded in anger. They hadn't expected Yali to be from the Douluo Plane.
Even worse—she dared to impersonate the Goddess of Life.
They felt utterly wronged. Their plan had been to wait until the three-race coalition was on the brink of collapse, then emerge as saviors. But now, Yali had completely stolen the spotlight.
"Hmph, just a Limit Douluo pretending to be a goddess? I want to see how she ends this farce."
Tang Chen sneered coldly. Even though Yali had just saved countless lives and destroyed the demon legion singlehandedly, and despite having become a Plane Lord himself, he didn't dare to make a move on her right now.
Just as he finished speaking, a ghostly white light suddenly burst from the corpse of the dead Terror Demon Monarch on the battlefield.
Immediately, a soul-chilling cold swept across the area.
"What is that?" Everyone instinctively looked up.
The Terror Demon Monarch's body was now completely consumed by that ghostly light, and nine pitch-black gates slowly appeared.
At the same time, a huge gray vertical eye emerged, radiating a cold, eerie light.
Its pupil was pure white, pale as snow. Around the pupil was a lifeless gray, and further out were rays of crimson-gold light with sun-like patterns.
The soul-chilling aura was emanating from this vertical eye. The crimson-gold rays turned into glowing lines that connected to the nine gates, holding them open.
"Demon Gates... Nine of them!"
The three-race coalition stood up in unison, eyes locked on the nine gates.
"These aren't demon gates. This isn't the dark energy of the demon plane. This is pure death energy."
Yali frowned, her gaze growing solemn. Even she could sense a hint of danger from these nine gates.
A terrifying roar burst from within the gates. In the next instant, countless undead creatures charged out.
The first to emerge was a giant bear the size of a hill, its gray fur glowing faintly blue. Its eyes had turned gray, and the thick death aura it carried rushed straight at Yali.
With the giant bear blocking Yali's divine power, more undead surged through the gates—skeletons, liches, headless dread knights, even mighty bone dragons.
"Could these nine gates connect to the Undead Sub-Plane of the God of Emotion?"
Near Xia Yi, Yuanen Yehui and Ye Xinglan couldn't help asking.
As Shrek Academy alumni, they had heard stories of Huo Yuhao and naturally knew about the Undead Sub-Plane.
This scene was identical to a recorded event ten thousand years ago, when a beast tide attacked Shrek Academy, and Huo Yuhao opened the Undead Sub-Plane to release undead beings to fend them off.
"It must be," Xia Yi replied. He had also guessed the truth, but he was very curious—Hadn't the God of Emotion disappeared with the God Realm?
Then how was the Undead Sub-Plane still here?
Did he leave behind a divine imprint?
Or had the Undead Sub-Plane already been handed over to Tang San?
"My Lord, let me deal with this bear,"
Suddenly, the Heart of the Ice God, who had been cultivating quietly in Xia Yi's spiritual world, spoke up.
"You recognize it?" Xia Yi asked curiously.
"It's from the Ice Bear Clan of the Extreme North. He should be the Ice Bear King from ten thousand years ago. His soul became the God of Emotion's spirit soul. I didn't expect his body to turn into an undead creature—and become so powerful."
The Ice God's voice carried a trace of sorrow—perhaps pity for the Ice Bear King, or perhaps for the decline of the Extreme North.
Ten thousand years ago, three kings were lost in the Extreme North. Without powerful beings to protect it, the number of soul beasts had dropped by 80% over the past ten thousand years.
If Xia Yi hadn't relocated them to the Origin of Creation, the Extreme North's bloodline might have gone extinct already, even with the Titan Snow Demon King guarding it.
"Can you beat him?" Xia Yi asked, curious. He didn't fully understand the Ice God's strength.
"Let's find out."
A snow-white mecha flew out from Xia Yi's storage soul tool. The Ice God immediately took control of it, and with a light motion, a frost-blue longsword appeared in her hand.
"Wait—go ahead, but don't steal my wife's spotlight."
Seeing the Ice God about to act, Xia Yi quickly warned her.
Yali currently had the upper hand, and he didn't want anything to ruin that.
"Relax. I know what to do," the Ice God replied with a slight nod.