Above the sky, the Scarlet Blood Ancestor was about to step through the Heaven-Piercing Pattern.
Suddenly, the spatial ripples began to calm, and the so-called Heaven-Piercing Pattern seemed on the verge of vanishing.
This scene caused the excited Scarlet Blood Ancestor’s face to stiffen, followed by a furious roar, “No!”
“Damn it, this venerable one has yet to descend, and you dare retract the immortal beacon!!”
This abnormal scene left Mo Fan, standing by the Blackwater River, utterly stunned.
What did this mean?
Could it be that the so-called heavenly being from the upper realm couldn’t descend?
Mo Fan’s heart raced, vaguely grasping something.
From what he had just witnessed, the Scarlet Blood Ancestor’s ability to descend likely stemmed from the immortal-seeking incense held by the Wu-surnamed cultivator from the Great River Academy, combined with the righteous aura of the Southern Border’s scholars.
These two forces, when merged, formed a peculiar power that not only distorted the spatial barriers between realms but also allowed the Scarlet Blood Ancestor in the upper realm to sense it!
Yet now, that peculiar power was slowly dissipating…
Though Mo Fan couldn’t see what was happening at the Great River Academy or the Inverted Mountain, he vaguely guessed that someone was interfering to prevent this so-called heavenly being from descending!
Above the nine heavens’ clouds, the White Tiger Holy King coldly observed the frantic figure behind the Heaven-Piercing Pattern. As the figure’s form grew increasingly blurry, his tense expression finally eased.
But at that moment, a golden pillar of light shot up from below, connecting with the nearly vanished Heaven-Piercing Pattern!
At the same time, a crazed voice echoed through heaven and earth.
“Wu Yong of the Great River Academy humbly invites the heavenly being to descend!!”
The White Tiger Holy King’s eyes blazed with killing intent, sensing trouble. He transformed into a beam of light and sped toward the Great River Academy!
“Something’s gone wrong?”
Mo Fan also saw the pillar of light connecting heaven and earth and heard Wu Yong’s frenzied voice, his heart sinking with unease.
The next moment, the pillar of light vanished abruptly, along with the ripples in the sky and the figure behind them.
“Did it fail, or… succeed?!”
Mo Fan frowned, unsure of the reason.
But at this point, he had no other choice. Having returned to his physical body, his cultivation was only at the mid-stage Demon General level, far from qualified to witness this battle.
He sighed, walking to the still-unconscious He Feifei nearby. With a wave of his hand, he sent a strand of demonic energy into her body.
“Mm…”
With a soft groan, He Feifei’s brows furrowed slightly before she gradually opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Lai Bao’s familiar face.
She shook her dizzy head, memories from before her blackout flooding back. Looking around, she asked, “Where’s that senior?”
“He left.”
Mo Fan glanced at He Feifei, then gave a bitter smile. “After today, I’m afraid we’ll be homeless wild demons!”
He Feifei fell silent, then gritted her teeth. “The human race is truly despicable!”
“But Lai Bao, don’t worry too much. Though the Third General is dead, the King should still be alive. He’s a true Demon King. Few in the Demon Spirit Mountain Range can match him. I don’t believe those human cultivators can kill him.
Let’s head back to the outskirts of Demon Spirit Valley to find the King. We might locate him.
With the King leading us, we’ll surely reclaim Blackwind Mountain and restore our demonic might!”
“And now that we’ve both broken through to Demon General, once we return to Blackwind Mountain, we’ll be generals too!”
He Feifei grew more excited as she spoke, her words causing Mo Fan’s face to twitch.
Mo Fan didn’t interrupt her, thinking she needed some hope.
After she finished, he said abruptly, “We can’t go back. A lot happened while you were unconscious.”
“What do you mean?”
He Feifei frowned, a sense of foreboding rising as she looked at Mo Fan.
Before Mo Fan could speak, a thunderous boom echoed from the sky.
He quickly looked up, seeing two beams of light shooting into the clouds, clashing repeatedly as if two peerless powerhouses were battling, too fast for him to see clearly.
“Senior…”
Mo Fan’s heart sank, realising it must be the White Tiger Holy King fighting someone.
And the only one who could make the White Tiger Holy King fight so desperately was likely the Scarlet Blood Ancestor.
Had the so-called heavenly being descended after all?
“What’s happening?”
He Feifei stared at the sky in shock, her mouth agape at the scene.
As a mere Demon General, when had she ever witnessed such a spectacle?
In the sky, a red and a white light collided rapidly, each clash producing earth-shaking booms, moving at speeds akin to teleportation.
At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be their battlefield.
“That’s a Holy King of our demon clan fighting a heavenly being!”
Mo Fan took a deep breath and spoke gravely.
“Holy King?”
“Heavenly being?”
He Feifei was stunned beyond measure.
“Lai Bao, what’s a heavenly being? An immortal?” After a moment, she asked again.
“I don’t know. Maybe!”
Mo Fan shrugged, his brows remaining tightly furrowed.
“Lai Bao, who do you think will win?”
He Feifei asked again. As a minor demon, even having reached Demon General, she was far from the Holy King’s realm. As for immortals… they were legendary beings, beyond her imagination.
Thus, she asked, unable to comprehend the significance of the battle in the sky due to the vast gap in cultivation.
“Of course, our demon clan senior will win!” Mo Fan said without hesitation.
“Why?”
“That’s a heavenly being! It might be a legendary immortal!”
He Feifei was excited, not quite understanding Mo Fan’s view.
In her eyes, while the demon clan’s Holy King of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains was indeed powerful, he surely couldn’t be stronger than an immortal, right?
“Because he can’t lose!”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, silently adding in his heart, “If Senior loses, I’m afraid all beings in this world, regardless of race, will face a catastrophe…”
The two lights in the sky clashed fiercely before vanishing into the nine heavens’ clouds, out of the two demons’ sight.
With their disappearance, the earth-shaking sounds ceased, and the world seemed to return to calm.
Who won?
This was the shared question in the hearts of all beings watching this battle.
“Senior…”
Mo Fan clenched his teeth, staring at the sky, his fists tight, his heart filled with unease.
He understood what this battle was for.
In a sense, the White Tiger Holy King fought not just for the demon clan of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains but for all beings in the Nine Continents!
Finally, a figure appeared in Mo Fan’s sight, falling from the nine heavens’ clouds.
To see the figure clearly, Mo Fan instinctively used his Bewitching Golden Light in his eyes.
Instantly, his eyes glowed with double pupils, golden light shooting forth.
His vision shifted, as if crossing vast distances, and he saw the blurry figure!
It wasn’t the White Tiger Holy King!
Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed, his heart surging with joy. He realised the figure was a scholar in a white robe, resembling the Golden Core cultivator who lit the immortal-seeking incense in the Great River Academy’s plaza.
Suddenly, the scholar’s body began to disintegrate in midair, turning to dust and scattering.
“An immortal, nothing more!”
“Any who invade our demon clan’s land in the future, regardless of race, will be killed without mercy!!”
A low voice echoed across the sky, like muffled thunder, warning all who opposed the demon clan.
“Great, Senior is fine!”
Mo Fan was overjoyed hearing the voice, but the next moment, a beam of light fell from the clouds, landing before him.
“What is this?!”
