Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The eight clones immediately took action at the same time, and the situation changed drastically in an instant.

The devil's clone was as fast as lightning and appeared in the air in a flash, like a demon in the dark night.

His expression was stern, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped lightly.

A powerful demonic energy that seemed to be substantial roared out like a black mad dragon, and ripples appeared in the space wherever it passed.

The demonic energy, with the momentum to destroy the world, rushed straight towards the beam of light released by the burly Demon Emperor's magic banner.

When the two came into contact, there was a teeth-grinding crunching sound at first, followed by an earth-shattering bang.

The powerful impact force spread in all directions, and the light beam of the magic banner was easily defeated by the evil energy, turning into spots of light and dissipating in the air.

At the same time, the other seven clones did not slack off at all. Like hunters with tacit understanding, they quickly surrounded all the demons.

The spatial clone exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, and his deep eyes contain endless years.

He just waved his hand and an invisible force surged out like a tide, instantly confining the entire space.

Under this force, the space seemed to be covered with a layer of indestructible transparent amber, and the movements of the demons inside became extremely slow.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. All the demons were stunned on the spot. This sudden change made their minds stuck in a quagmire and they were completely unable to react.

The burly Demon Emperor reacted immediately after a brief moment of shock.

His hideous face was twisted with anger, knowing that they had fallen into an elaborate trap.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins on his neck bulged, and he roared loudly.

"Do it quickly!"

The sound was like a huge bell, exploding in the ears of every demon, trying to awaken their fighting spirit.

However, when everyone heard the Demon Emperor's reminder and were about to take action, it was too late.

The eight clones attacked at the same time, and in an instant, this space turned into a doomsday purgatory.

The demon clone waved his hands, and black demon blades poured down towards the demons like raindrops. Each demon blade contained powerful magic power.

Wherever he passed, the bodies of the demons were easily cut apart like fragile pieces of paper.

The immortal clone displayed a mysterious immortal power, and a faint halo surrounded his body.

Those halos turned into countless tiny runes and flew towards the demons.

Once the runes touch the demons, their bodies begin to decay rapidly.

It was as if life was taken away from him in an instant, and before he could even scream, he turned into a pool of powder.

The Ancestral Dragon's clone roared towards the sky, his voice shaking the nine heavens.

Golden dragon scales appeared on his body, and an extremely majestic aura emanated from him.

He twisted his body and turned into a huge ancestral dragon. With a sweep of the dragon's tail, dozens of demons were violently blown away and crashed into the confinement wall of the space, with blood splattering everywhere.

With a wave of the dragon claw, five sharp claw winds tore through the air like five lightning bolts. Wherever they went, the demons were torn into pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The time clone looked solemn, his eyes flashing with a strange light that could see through the long river of time.

He formed seals with his hands, and in an instant, time seemed to become chaotic in this space.

Some of the demons' movements became extremely slow, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Some of them age rapidly, their hair turns white in an instant, their skin becomes loose, and finally turns into a pile of dry bones.

Others seemed to be traveling back in time, their bodies getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

This strange way of death plunged the demons into deep fear.

The spatial clone danced with his hands, as if weaving an invisible net.

The space began to twist and deform under his control. Huge space cracks appeared in some places, like ferocious mouths, ruthlessly devouring the nearby demons.

After those demons were sucked into the crack, they were instantly crushed into nothingness by the force of space, without even a trace of residue left.

In some places, there was overlapping space, and the demons kept colliding in the overlapping space.

His body was squeezed and deformed, blood oozed from his facial features, and he let out a shrill scream.

Xutian's clone's figure flickered like a ghost, and countless terrifying tentacles extended from around his body.

Those tentacles were like the arms of demons from the abyss, varying in thickness, with their surfaces covered with sharp barbs and strange runes.

The tentacles extended towards the demons at an extremely fast speed, and some directly pierced through the bodies of the demons and lifted them up high.

Some of them wrapped around the limbs of the demons and pulled hard, tearing their bodies into pieces.

Some tentacles secreted a highly corrosive liquid, which dripped onto the bodies of the demons and instantly corroded large holes in their bodies.

Black smoke came out of the wound, emitting a pungent smell.

The Weak Water clone waved his hands, and countless water droplets appeared out of thin air.

These water droplets may look ordinary, but they contain terrifying power.

The water drops quickly gathered together to form a huge water dragon, which rushed towards the demons with its fangs and claws bared.

Wherever the water dragon passed, water droplets on its body kept bouncing out. Each water drop was like a cannonball. After hitting the demons, it would explode and blow their bodies to pieces.

The water dragon rushed into the crowd of demons, rolling and twisting continuously, throwing the demons to the ground. A large number of demons had their internal organs broken by the powerful force of the water dragon, and died from vomiting blood.

Hot weak water is extremely corrosive. The demons will be melted instantly if they touch it. It is extremely terrifying.

The wooden clone summoned countless thick vines.

These vines seemed to have life. They broke out of the ground and spread rapidly.

The vines were covered with sharp thorns, which wrapped around the demons and bound them tightly.

Moreover, the vines released powerful devouring power, which quickly absorbed the energy of these demons and finally devoured everything.

Although the three Demon Emperors tried to resist, they seemed so powerless under the overwhelming attack.

The sword energy, flames, lightning, vine tentacles and other attacks swarmed in like surging waves, impacting them mercilessly.

In just a moment, the three Demon Emperors lost their former majesty amidst the screams of pain.

Even though he was the almighty Demon Emperor, he was powerless to resist at this moment and could only be slaughtered.

Under this nightmare-like attack, the hearts of the demons were filled with fear, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss.

The original ferocity in the eyes of those low-level demons had long been replaced by fear.

Their bodies were shaking uncontrollably and their teeth were chattering in their mouths as if it was the end of the world.

Every approaching attack was like the scythe of the god of death, and they could clearly feel the breath of death wandering around their necks.

There was a young demon warrior who watched his companions being pierced by the tentacles of Xutian's clone.

The barbs on the tentacles brought out a string of blood and internal organs, and the companion's shrill screams had not yet subsided.

His legs went limp and urine uncontrollably soaked his pants.

But he didn't even realize the shame, and his heart was filled with only fear of death.

The older demons were not much better off.

They knew that they had no way to escape today and their hearts were filled with despair.

A demon lord of the demon clan looked at the attacks raining down around him, and the last bit of calmness in his heart was shattered.

He recalled his former glory in the tribe. The scenes of conquering weak races were still vivid in his mind, but now, he was about to be slaughtered like an ant.

When a sword energy slashed across his face, leaving a trail of blood, he let out a wail of despair.

That voice was filled with reluctance to live and fear of death.

Bloody scenes continued to unfold in this confined space. The ground had long been dyed red with blood, like a blood lake.

Broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, some were still twitching slightly, as if telling of the pain before death.