Ye Chen shouted angrily, and his voice exploded throughout the space like thunder.

He took the lead and rushed towards the demon camp as fast as lightning.

The immortal sword in his hand shone brightly, and a sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying the momentum to destroy the world, and slashed towards the demon army.

Upon seeing this, the seven clones also displayed their most powerful skills.

Some of the clones were surrounded by raging flames and transformed into a giant fire phoenix, roaring towards the demons, and wherever they passed, it turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Some clones turned into a gust of wind, blowing up sand and rocks, like sharp blades, cutting the bodies of the demons.

Some clones cast mysterious spells, summoning the power of countless stars, which smashed towards the demons like a meteor shower.

On the demon side, the three Demon Emperors were not willing to be outdone.

A Demon Emperor suddenly grew in size and transformed into a gigantic demon god, holding a giant axe burning with black flames in his hand, and rushed towards Ye Chen's sword energy.

The axe blade collided with the sword energy, making a loud noise that shook the earth, and the entire space trembled.

The other Demon Emperor muttered something and instantly summoned a dark swamp, trying to trap Ye Chen and his clone.

The third Demon Emperor waved his hands, releasing black rays that shot towards the seven clones like poisonous snakes.

However, Ye Chen and his seven clones were too powerful. Their attacks were like a tidal wave, one after another, leaving the demons no chance to breathe.

Ye Chen was agile and moved freely among the demon army. Every time he swung the magic sword in his hand, he took away the life of a demon.

His swordsmanship was exquisite, sometimes like a violent storm, sometimes like flowing clouds and water, making it difficult for the demons to defend themselves.

The seven clones cooperated with each other tacitly, their attacks echoed each other, forming a perfect battle formation.

The flames of the Fire Phoenix clone burned the bodies of the demons, the wind blades of the Gale clone cut their souls, and the power of the Star clone smashed them to pieces.

Under the fierce attack of Ye Chen and his seven clones, the demons gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Their formation began to collapse, and the soldiers fell down screaming.

The three Demon Emperors were shocked when they saw this, and they realized that they had underestimated Ye Chen's strength.

"Damn, how come these guys are so powerful!"

A Demon Emperor said with gritted teeth.

"No, we can't fail like this, let's fight!"

The other Demon Emperor roared and launched another even more powerful attack.

But it was too late.

Ye Chen and his seven clones are like unstoppable gods of war. Their power has completely suppressed the demons.

In the end, after a fierce battle, Ye Chen led his clones and slaughtered the entire demon clan with thunderous means.

On the battlefield, the corpses of the demons were lying all over the place, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Ye Chen stood in the ruins, the immortal sword in his hand flashing with cold light, his eyes revealing determination and majesty.

"The demon clan's conspiracy ends here!"

Ye Chen's voice echoed in the empty space, as if announcing his victory to the whole world.

Zulong's clone looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in his heart.

He knew that Ye Chen had once again saved the fairy world, and his name would become a legend in the fairy world and be remembered forever by people.

After this thrilling battle, Ye Chen and his clones did not let down their guard.

They knew very well that although the threat from the demons had been temporarily lifted, there was still a long way to go. They must always be prepared to meet new challenges and protect the peace and tranquility of the fairy world.

The Ancestral Dragon's clone was as fast as lightning and instantly appeared in front of the Heavenly Light Curtain.

When his deep gaze gently touched the scene before his eyes, his heart sank involuntarily, as if all the answers to the mystery suddenly became clear.

An imperceptible solemnity flashed across his deep eyes, and his gaze slowly wandered over the crumbling light curtains of the sky.

This curtain of light was once the supreme guardian deity in the fairy world, lying between the worlds of fairies and demons like a natural chasm, guarding the endless peace and tranquility of the fairy world.

However, at this moment, it seems so fragile under the silent erosion of the magic array over the years.

Like an elderly man, the flame of life flickers in the wind and may go out at any time.

The light curtain that once shone with colorful lights and inspired awe is now dim, like an ancient mural eroded by time, revealing an indescribable desolation and helplessness.

The light, so dazzling in the past, is now dim, as if it was tightly bound by a thick and deep haze, losing its former glory.

Especially the area that was severely eroded by the magic array has become a shockingly huge black hole.

It was like the portal to the abyss, quietly opening, swallowing up all the light and hope around it.

At the edge of this black hole, a few faint colored lights are flickering stubbornly, they are like a group of brave and fearless warriors.

Even when faced with a bottomless dark abyss, they never flinched and held on to the last line of defense.

However, these lights were too faint, and it felt like they could be completely submerged by the surging, overwhelming darkness at any time and disappear without a trace.

The Ancestral Dragon's clone stood before the crumbling light curtain, his eyes penetrating the thin interweaving of light and shadow, vaguely seeming to catch a glimpse of the blurry scene from the other side.

What kind of picture is that? Is it the dawn of hope or the abyss of despair?

The demonic energy rolled and surged like a group of hungry demons roaring, eager to break through this last line of defense.

In front of the vast and boundless light curtain, Ye Chen and his seven clones were putting all their efforts into carrying out an emergency repair of the Heavenly Dao Light Curtain.

Their faces were solemn, as if they were carrying a tremendous weight. Fine beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads like morning dew, and then quietly evaporated into the void, leaving no trace.

These seven were all the most powerful and supreme Immortal Emperors in the Immortal Realm. Their cultivation was unfathomable, enough to shake mountains and rivers, fill up the sea, and even tear apart the void, traversing the nine heavens and ten earths.

But at this moment, facing this heavenly light curtain that was on the verge of breaking, even they seemed insignificant, like a small boat in the ocean, facing huge waves.

Ye Chen's brows were tightly knitted together, and there was an unyielding light flashing in his deep eyes. It was a combination of perseverance and determination, and a persistence in fighting against fate.

At this critical moment of life and death, he knew that only by going all out could he have a chance of survival.

Although they had just won the thrilling battle with the demons, they had no time to catch their breath before they were enveloped by the even more serious situation before them.

He knew very well that once this last line of defense was breached, the demon army would flood into the fairyland like a flood, which would be a devastating disaster.

The fairy world will fall into endless war and killing, with all lives destroyed and blood flowing like rivers.

Although Ye Chen is now full of confidence in the entire fairy world, he has millions of fairy emperors.

Under normal circumstances, the demons are not able to contend with this kind of combat power.

However, he did not dare to easily step into this unknown abyss, only because there was a lingering worry in his heart - that is, there might still be existences in the world that surpass the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

At the top of the ethereal fairyland, although the Immortal Emperor is the most respected, he is not the ultimate.

Above it, there is the proud realm of gods. The strong men there have surpassed the Immortal Emperor in cultivation and entered an even more vast and boundless realm.

As for the demon world, its layout is deep and complex, like a thick fog, and we still cannot fully understand it.

Just imagine, if one day, the passage between the two worlds is suddenly opened, and the demon army rushes in like a tide.

Among them there are many terrifying beings whose cultivation levels surpass that of the Immortal Emperor.

Then, the entire fairy world would be plunged into an unprecedented crisis and would inevitably face the fate of being completely overturned.