Global Catastrophe: I Begin to Evolve from an Ancient Tree-Chapter 289: The Demon Race Truly Disappoints Me

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Chapter 289: Chapter 289: The Demon Race Truly Disappoints Me

"The strength of a Quasi-Immortal is indeed extraordinary. Even the residual power imprint left is much stronger than that of a typical Great Emperor!"

Gu Qingyang’s face was full of admiration.

Upon hearing his words, the expressions of the others changed.

Quasi-Immortal?

This realm was something they had never heard of before.

Evidently.

The Quasi-Immortal mentioned by Gu Qingyang referred to the Human Emperor of the Desolate Ancient times and the Ancient Demon Emperor.

Considering the terrifying power of these two, other powerhouses, especially those who had reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, felt at ease in their hearts.

They were not strangers to seeing true Great Emperors.

But the power imprint left by invincible Great Emperors of any era could not compare to the might of the Human Emperor of the Desolate Ancient times and the Ancient Demon Emperor.

The former could only subdue ordinary Quasi-Emperors. If a top-tier Quasi-Emperor confronted them, even the combined power of a Great Emperor’s Seal and an Emperor’s Soldier would struggle to suppress them.

Yet in the face of the power imprints of the Ancient Demon Emperor and the Desolate Ancient Human Emperor, Quasi-Emperors were like ants, even top-tier ones.

Just look at the Red Flame Divine General to understand.

This top-tier Divine General of the Ancient Imperial Court, a pinnacle Quasi-Emperor, had once subdued the Demon Race for a thousand years, causing many of their Quasi-Emperors to shrink back.

Such a powerhouse was no match against the Ancient Demon Emperor.

If both had already broken through to a realm higher than a Great Emperor, then everything would be explained.

However.

The person who could understand such realms, what level of powerhouse might they be?

"Who is this person? Could he be some ancient entity as well?"

The Red Flame Divine General furrowed his brow, his expression filled with gravity.

The last sword strike of the Human Emperor of the Desolate Ancient times, he admitted, would be impossible for him to withstand even if he exerted all his strength. If that sword had been aimed at him, it would mean certain death.

Now that someone had managed to block this strike, it indicated that their strength might have already surpassed the level of a Great Emperor.

But it’s impossible for a Great Emperor powerhouse to seal themselves. Now that the Golden Era has just begun, there’s no way a powerhouse could prove their Great Emperor status.

No matter how monstrous, it’s impossible to break through.

After all, when the Longevity Shackles existed, the realm of True Monarch was the limit. Now that the Longevity Shackles have dissipated for only a few years, those capable of crossing the tribulation to sainthood are already considered monstrous.

To progress further is simply impossible.

At this moment.

The Ji Family Patriarch exclaimed, "It’s him, Gu Qingyang!"

Gu Qingyang!

Upon hearing this name, all the ancient powerhouses, including the Red Flame Divine General, had a change of expression.

The Divine Emperor Gu Qingyang!

The supreme power of the Cyan Yang Divine Court.

This being from the Cyan Yang Divine Court possessed strength to such an extent.

Until now.

The news of the major Sacred Lands’ allied forces being subdued in the Ancient Wilderness had yet to spread, so others were both shocked by Gu Qingyang’s identity and puzzled as to why he appeared here.

On the other side.

The Cyan Roc Half-Emperor took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and said, "Many thanks to the Divine Emperor for your aid, otherwise, my Demon Race would have suffered severe losses!"

Recalling the scene just now, the Cyan Roc Half-Emperor also felt a lingering fear.

The last sword of the Desolate Ancient Human Emperor, even if it couldn’t kill all the Demon Race powerhouses present, it certainly could have slain several Demon Race Quasi-Emperors.

Even the Cyan Roc Half-Emperor himself had no confidence in surviving that sword strike.

At a critical moment.

Gu Qingyang’s appearance seemingly saved the Demon Race’s life.

However.

The burning of essence blood.

Also left the Cyan Roc Half-Emperor feeling weak.

Yet in front of Gu Qingyang and the Human Race, he forced himself to maintain composure and not show vulnerability.

Upon hearing the Cyan Roc Half-Emperor’s words, Gu Qingyang finally looked at him, his indifferent eyes causing a stir in the former’s heart, as an ominous premonition surged within.

"The Demon Race truly disappoints me."

"What does the Divine Emperor mean by these words?"

The Cyan Roc Half-Emperor’s expression changed.

Gu Qingyang no longer looked at him but instead cast his gaze upon other Demon Race powerhouses, finally fixing his sight on the battlefield between the two races.

"I always thought that after years of accumulation, the Demon Race, even if not as strong as the Human Race, would certainly have no trouble dealing with the Celestial Desolation.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Race’s strength turned out to be this weak.

Just one Celestial Desolation Human Race can halt your steps, and a Supreme Treasure of the Human Emperor Sacred Land nearly wiped out your entire Demon Race.

Honestly, if I had known the Demon Race was this weak, you all would certainly have no qualification to cooperate with me!"

Gu Qingyang’s words left the Demon Race powerhouses looking bleak.

This was equivalent to trampling entirely on the face of the Demon Race.

"How dare you insult the Demon Race wantonly—"

A Demon Race Quasi-Emperor couldn’t hold back his rage, yet before he finished his sentence, Gu Qingyang struck him with a palm, sending him flying into the ground heavily.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, the chest of that Demon Race Quasi-Emperor caved in, already severely injured.

The sudden change left all Demon Race cultivators in shock and fear.

Other Demon Race Quasi-Emperors stepped forward, glaring angrily at Gu Qingyang, their eyes filled with deep dread.

To heavily injure a Quasi-Emperor with a single casual palm, such prowess gave them a feeling akin to facing the just-seen Desolate Ancient Human Emperor.

At this time, Di Xuan could only step forward, suppressing his anger, and said, "Why must the Divine Emperor be angry? My Demon Court’s predecessors only misspoke for a moment. Now that the Divine Emperor is here, with you and my Demon Race together, we can sweep across the Celestial Desolation!"

"Working together?"

Gu Qingyang’s gaze toward Di Xuan was somewhat indifferent, with a hint of mockery.

"Any cooperation must adhere to equality, but unfortunately, I do not see equal strength in the Demon Race. You are as weak as the Celestial Desolation Human Race.

Even without the Demon Race, I could easily suppress the Celestial Desolation."

Saying this.

Gu Qingyang suddenly ascended into the sky, a vast might erupting from his body, a terrifying pressure sweeping across the Azure Sky, causing all cultivators to feel as if a mountain was pressing upon them, instinctively kneeling to the ground.

Only the Quasi-Emperor powerhouses of each race could barely withstand it.

But even so, their support was extremely tenuous, their eyes full of terrifying shock.

They knew Gu Qingyang well, but they never expected him to be this terrifying. His mere presence could suppress everything.

Such strength left all Quasi-Emperors in despair.

How could they fight?

Such a powerhouse was at least a Great Emperor-level existence.

In front of a Great Emperor, even top-tier Quasi-Emperors are but ants.

"What does the Divine Emperor mean?"

Di Xuan, kneeling on one knee, veins bulging at his temples, his whole body trembling, resisting the overwhelming pressure that filled him with despair.

In the face of such pressure, so-called Demon Saints were no different from ants.

It was as if a single finger from Gu Qingyang could crush him.

The disparity in strength made Di Xuan feel a sense of humiliation and a long-lost fear of death.

Who isn’t afraid of death?

Di Xuan is the same.