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    Chapter 343: The True Demon God

    Long Ting’s death came too suddenly and simply. Neither the demon tribes nor the gods could react immediately. Every demon present found themselves immobilized under suppression, while the Demonic Energy surrounding You You grew increasingly dense.

    A destructive urge surged through You You’s mind, waves of violent impulses threatening to devour her rationality. Recognizing this as the power of the Demon God, she fought desperately to contain it, struggling to maintain control over the erupting energy within her. But the more she resisted, the more violently the energy rebelled. The excruciating pain returned, forcing her to stagger on her knees.

    “You You!” Yuan Qi pushed through the swirling Demonic Energy, forming a hand seal. White light flashed from his palms and flowed into her body.

    The pain subsided instantly, the chaotic energy calming. She gasped, “I’m fine… What about the demons—?”

    “They’re still suppressed.”

    Relief washed over her.

    The stunned gods finally stirred, moving toward her. “Celestial Maiden, what’s happening… *Huh?*”

    They froze mid-step, faces paling as they stared in horror at something behind her.

    Confused, You You turned. Despite suppressing her energy, Demonic Energy now surged wildly toward her, mingling with the crimson light that dyed the darkness blood-red. The converging energies streamed into the red-robed figure behind her.

    “Feng… Rong?!”

    You You’s eyes widened. The silent Feng Rong now floated upward, bathed in red light. His familiar form shifted like shedding a shell, revealing a new visage—stunningly perfect, yet chillingly sharp. His tied hair loosened, turning fiery red under the crimson glow.

    *Who… is this?*

    Demonic Energy erupted from the Demon Realm in frenzied celebration. Even You You’s suppressed power revolted anew, tearing at her body as it strained toward the transformed figure.

    *Why is the Demon God’s power—*

    She tried reaching for him but choked on blood, collapsing.

    “You You!” Yuan Qi caught her, face taut with fear.

    The figure ascended higher until the red light abruptly condensed. Silence fell. The transformed Feng Rong opened eyes burning cold crimson, his gaze carrying crushing Pressure that forced everyone to their knees—gods included.

    “All hail our lord’s return!” The demon tribes prostrated.

    Terror gripped every heart. None needed explanation—this was the *Demon God*.

    Heaven’s Sacred Mountain fell deathly quiet, all kneeling except You You and Yuan Qi.

    “Feng Rong!” You You cried hoarsely. *How could he be the Demon God?*

    The Demon God’s gaze swept the crowd before settling on her. His lips curved into a frosty smile. “Ah. The thief.”

    Before she could react, he raised a hand. Agony exploded through her—meridians shattering, energy tearing free. Blood drenched her robes as darkness claimed her.

    “You You!” Yuan Qi fired a white beam upward, disrupting the attack.

    The Demon God staggered, studying him. “Who *are* you?”

    Ignoring him, Yuan Qi channeled energy into the nearby crystal. Blinding light erupted, cleansing all Demonic Energy. With a sweep of his arm, he hurled the half-awakened Demon God and demon horde back into the Demon Realm. A vast sealing formation blazed across the land.

    “*You—*” The Demon God’s realization came too late. He vanished mid-sentence.

    It ended instantly. The Demon Mountain disappeared, leaving only Heaven’s Sacred Mountain. The crystal melted into the sealing formation, erasing all traces of battle.

    A True God finally approached the unconscious You You. “Master Yuan! Was that Feng Clan member truly the Demon God? Why could the Celestial Maiden wield his power? Why did he appear during our sealing—?”

    Others echoed the panic, eyeing all Divine Clan members with suspicion.

    Yuan Qi cradled You You, his gentle demeanor replaced by icy sharpness. “*Move.*”

    The gods shuddered and scrambled aside.

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