Above Black Wind Mountain, two streaks of light were colliding at extreme speed.
As the two figures clashed, their respective Ancestral Realm domains gradually manifested.
The Ink Blade Ancestor’s domain was a world of pure ink-black, with numerous crescent moons hanging within it. Each crescent moon carried devastating killing power.
Granny Sparrow’s domain was no weaker. It was a seven-coloured world, dazzling and brilliant, forming a sharp contrast with the Ink Blade’s dark realm.
The battle between the two great demon ancestors was also a clash of domains. It lit up the entire night sky as if it were daytime. Bursts of light and flames scattered everywhere, while waves of energy rippled across the sky above Black Wind Mountain, causing the crowd of demon kings watching below to feel their hearts tremble.
If they could, they would have loved to find a cave and hide inside.
But they all understood that in front of demon ancestors, let alone hiding in a cave, even Black Wind Mountain itself could be flattened in an instant.
This was no longer a fight they could take part in, and it left them with nowhere to hide.
As for running away, the demon kings of Black Wind Mountain naturally had no such thought. In their hearts, they still had considerable confidence in Mo Fan.
Over these past few years, Black Wind Mountain had gone through many ups and downs, big and small. Yet whenever Lord Toad stepped forward, there was almost nothing he could not handle.
So over time, the demon kings naturally came to trust Mo Fan willingly.
This trust had almost become blind worship, though mixed with a certain amount of fear and awe.
Not every great demon was as lucky as the whimpering monster. More or less, all of them had been given some “sugar pills” by Mo Fan.
When Mo Fan’s cultivation was still low, it was fine. But now that his cultivation grew higher and higher, they gradually realised one thing: they absolutely must never harbour any thought of betrayal.
Although Lord Toad always smiled cheerfully and called them brothers, the more they understood him, the more they realised how much he hated traitors.
Unlike the demon kings of Black Wind Mountain, the six great demon kings of Black Water River had already gone weak at the knees and wanted to flee. But Black Water Old Demon suppressed all such ideas.
He only said one light sentence.
“This old man has already formed an alliance with Black Wind Demon King. From now on, Black Water River and Black Wind Mountain share honour and disgrace. Any of you who dares to run away at this moment is undermining this old man. Do not blame me for forgetting old ties.”
“……”
The six great demon kings heard this and their faces instantly became uglier than if they had swallowed a dead rat. One by one they fell silent, not daring to say another word.
In the sky, the battle between Mo Fan and the three great demon kings finally began in earnest.
But the process was different from what Mo Fan had imagined.
When he moved to engage them, two of the demon kings immediately turned and fled. Only the one covered in cracks rushed straight towards him without hesitation.
“Tsk tsk tsk… you really are stubborn. Your friends have already abandoned you, treating you as a shield and a scapegoat!”
Mo Fan held the Startling Thunder blade, smiling lightly as he spoke.
Hearing this, the demon king’s pupils shrank. He swept his divine sense to both sides and realised he really was the only one left. His whole body trembled in fright.
“F-fellow Daoist, spare… spare my life!!”
The demon king halted in mid-air, not daring to move forward. His face was full of despair as he looked at Mo Fan, hoping against hope to be spared.
“Don’t look at me like that. This king is not an evil demon. With you staring at me like this, I really can’t bring myself to strike!”
Mo Fan shook his head. His gaze passed over the demon and looked towards the two distant fleeing figures, now reduced to tiny black dots.
“Fellow Daoist, I was wrong! I truly dare not do it again!!”
The demon king’s face was full of bitterness. In his heart, he had already cursed those two bastards countless times.
They had agreed to attack together, yet both of them bloody ran away!
Filthy cowards, no sense of demon honour at all!!
“Relax, this king will not kill you. You can go.”
Mo Fan sighed and spoke in a serious tone.
The demon king’s expression lit up with joy, but he still asked doubtfully, “You really won’t kill me?”
“Of course. This king said I am not an evil demon, so naturally I do not enjoy slaughter.”
“Since you already know your mistake, this king will naturally choose to forgive you.”
“Besides, killing cannot solve the problem at its root.”
Mo Fan shrugged and showed a kind, friendly smile.
Seeing this, the demon king finally breathed a sigh of relief. He understood the other party was not lying. He quickly cupped his fists towards Mo Fan and said emotionally, “Many thanks to Fellow Daoist for not holding a grudge! I take my leave!”
However, the moment the demon king turned around, he felt a terrifying suction force coming from behind.
Before he could even react, he was directly swallowed into Mo Fan’s internal space.
“You lied to me! You said you wouldn’t kill this king!!”
Inside the internal space, the demon king screamed in agony, his face twisted horribly. But soon he was broken down by invisible force. Apart from dropping a pile of equipment, not even a single hair remained.
Feeling the power feeding back into him, Mo Fan frowned slightly because he discovered that devouring this demon king no longer increased his cultivation. It did not even reach one percent.
“The Ancestral Realm truly is a heavenly chasm!”
Mo Fan sighed, then shook his head and muttered, “Whatever, even a mosquito is still meat!”
“But this king truly did not kill you. I only ate you. Killing you could not solve the problem at its root. Only eating can!”
“Sigh! In the end, this king is still too kind-hearted, actually wasting so many words on you!”
Mo Fan shook his head, about to chase after the two who had fled into the distance, when he suddenly frowned again.
Far off on the horizon, a figure was fleeing towards Black Wind Mountain in a rather pathetic manner.
When Mo Fan clearly saw the face of this cultivator, he was greatly surprised. It was actually one of the two great demon kings who had just run away earlier, a tiger demon with peak King Realm cultivation!
Why did this fellow come back?
Mo Fan felt puzzled, but immediately afterwards he heard the tiger demon scream.
“Old Ancestor, save me!!”
Hah! Your Old Ancestor can’t save you!
Mo Fan grinned, then flew straight towards the tiger demon.
Either way he was going to kill this guy. Since the other party had come running back on his own, there was no need to waste time searching anymore.
But just as Mo Fan was about to close in, he saw golden light spreading across the night sky behind the tiger demon, illuminating that patch of darkness almost blindingly bright. At the same time, an incomparably powerful aura surged towards him!
Ancestral Realm aura!
No… it was not demonic qi, nor spiritual qi, but another kind of cultivation power!
Mo Fan’s pupils contracted. His vast divine sense immediately swept outwards, probing towards the distant horizon.
Soon he saw, atop a sea of golden clouds, a middle-aged monk wearing plain monk robes sitting cross-legged on the head of a massive golden lion.
The lion was several zhang long, and in its mouth it was chewing on a mutilated corpse.
That corpse belonged to the other great demon who had fled earlier!
A monk comparable to an Ancestral Realm great demon!
No, two cultivators comparable to Ancestral Realm, and the aura each of them released was not weaker than Ink Blade’s. In fact, it was even stronger!
Mo Fan felt a chill in his heart. He instantly retreated dozens of zhang, looking solemnly at the approaching monk and lion.
“Amitabha, Benefactor, you have affinity with our Buddhist sect. Do not run anymore. Please stay.”
The monk chanted a Buddhist name, smiling gently as he looked at the desperately fleeing tiger demon ahead.
“Oi! That tiger demon, stop running! Come obediently into your Grandpa Lion’s mouth!”
The golden lion also spoke in human language, but its words were far more ferocious than the monk’s.
