However, Senju Yukika didn't seem interested in offering any explanation.
This way, he wouldn't reveal too much of his true power and could allow others to draw their own (often mistaken) conclusions...
Although Yukika didn't fear anyone on this planet, he was well aware that in the vast expanse of the universe, this planet was nothing more than a speck of dust.
The universe was unimaginably vast—who knew what kind of mysterious and powerful forces might be watching the events unfolding here?
That's why Yukika always followed one principle: keep a low profile.
And most importantly, staying low-key didn't interfere with what he wanted to do, right?
So now, with everyone convinced that he was a descendant of the Phantom Realm Clan, even the Crimson Demon felt as if he had gained the upper hand and was fully in control of the situation.
He declared proudly, "Since you're the junior, I won't bully you. I'll take the initiative to back down!"
In his mind, anyone from the Phantom Sect must have powerful backers. No way could someone from the Mirage Realm have a lower status than the Crimson Demon King!
So he wasn't about to provoke Yukika unnecessarily, especially not someone who might be from the mysterious and elusive illusionist clans.
Beating up the young or the old from that lineage—neither was a good idea!
He would rather win this battle without bloodshed and avoid antagonizing the descendants of the Phantom Realm.
However, Yukika shook his head seriously. "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you still dreaming? We haven't even fought yet, and you're already trying to surrender?"
His voice fell, and the others around them all nodded in agreement. The battle hadn't even begun—Red Demon's behavior was truly unbecoming!
Even Red Demon felt embarrassed. It wasn't that he feared Yukika, but honestly, he just didn't want to fight.
But now he was silently annoyed. What the hell was wrong with this kid?
Sigh... Since things had come to this, there was no way he could say, "I'll go easy on you later, don't get hurt too badly," right?
With that, the Crimson Demon King nodded and said, "Very well. Let's resume our battle!"
Then he once again summoned a terrifying wave of blood-red chakra that surged forward like a waterfall!
The blood-red world reappeared—this time, it was even more formidable than before.
But just as the first blood-red waterfall manifested above Yukika's head, time seemed to freeze. The scene paused, unmoving.
Golden light burst forth once again, piercing through the bloody torrent!
Under the intense golden radiance, the blood-colored chakra vanished in an instant, scattering in all directions, dissipating into the air...
The massive blood waterfall crumbled under the brilliance of the golden light.
From afar, the Crimson Demon King felt his scalp go numb—he was under immense pressure!
Even though he had mentally prepared for how powerful a Phantom Realm illusionist would be, he hadn't expected his technique to be shattered in less than three breaths!
Luckily, his second wave of attacks was already on its way—followed immediately by a third and a fourth!
Even someone as powerful as the Crimson Demon struggled to withstand such intense consecutive attacks; his internal chakra churned violently!
And yet, what nearly drove him to scream in agony was this: no matter how fierce his attacks appeared, all of them were effortlessly dissolved by that golden light, vanishing without a trace…
"Impossible!"
The Red Demon cried out in disbelief.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing—at this point, he wanted nothing more than to turn and run!
His attacks were overwhelmingly powerful. How could any ordinary person endure them?
Even if facing a super-elite cultivator, those repeated, devastating attacks should have left a deep mark.
And yet, this so-called descendant of the Phantom Realm had neutralized everything with ease...
This sight left even Prince Yu and the hidden powerhouses in the distance stunned!
No one had expected the Phantom Mirage to be this formidable…
The Crimson Demon muttered, "Is this what it means to link reality with illusion? Every attack is displaced—he's mastered it to this extent?"
He looked disheartened. His opponent's illusion arts had reached an incomprehensible level—how could the battle possibly continue now?
Seeing the Crimson Demon fall silent, Yukika chuckled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you going to give up now?"
The Crimson Demon snapped back to his senses. "Give up? How could I possibly!"
He clenched his teeth, pressed his palms together—and in the void, a blood-red crucifix appeared.
The cross radiated a crimson aura, with scarlet flames dancing across it like mischievous spirits!
Everyone watching from afar went pale.
They recognized it immediately—this was the Crimson Demon King's ultimate technique, one he only used in times of absolute desperation.
Even when being hunted by the powerful royal families of Rakshasa Nation, he had rarely unleashed this move!
Because using it consumed vast amounts of his life force—he had to trade away his longevity to cast it!
"So it's this move… The Flameblood Demon Cross. A forbidden technique from legend… He's really going all out!"
Prince Yu's heart trembled.
He believed himself strong—unafraid of even the Crimson Demon King.
But if this forbidden technique were used against him, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it easily.
The scarlet crucifix, burning with infernal flames, grew more and more intense as it flew toward Yukika's head!
The aura it exuded made Yukika uncomfortable—a kind of instinctive aversion…
So he gently tapped the air.
This time, Yukika didn't rely on Buddhist power—instead, he drew from the world of the Shinigami.
A black source of power surged forth, invisible and intangible, pulling the blood-red crucifix into a pitch-black void that appeared mid-air…
Before everyone's eyes, the blood-colored cross was torn apart, inch by inch.
The scene left the entire mountaintop in absolute silence.