On the city wall, Mo Fan’s expression was stern as he watched the twenty or so human cultivators rapidly approaching.
He then leapt forward, demonic energy swirling beneath his feet, forming a cloud of demonic mist that carried him out of the city, stopping a few miles away.
“Halt, or those who step forward will die!”
Mo Fan’s cold voice echoed through the area, drawing the gazes of the cultivators towards him.
“Where did this demon come from, speaking so boldly!”
The cultivator surnamed Zhang sneered, noting at a glance that Mo Fan had not reached the Demon King realm, otherwise he would not bother speaking with them.
“Friend Zhang, why waste words on this demon? Just slay him!”
One cultivator flew forward, casually tapping his storage bag, causing a flying sword to shoot out. With a hand seal, the sword’s runes activated, transforming into several beams of light that sped towards Mo Fan.
Mo Fan frowned slightly, knowing there was no peaceful resolution with these people. He stepped forward, flames enveloping his body.
His Fire Spirit Body was instantly activated!
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out as Mo Fan turned into a streak of firelight and vanished from his spot.
This time, he intended to take the initiative!
In the blink of an eye, the beams of light were consumed by the firelight. The cultivator behind them trembled, blood spilling from his mouth, shocked as he said, “I… I can no longer sense my life-bound flying sword!”
The cultivators were stunned. The eyes of the cultivator surnamed Zhang narrowed as he said gravely, “This demon is fierce. Everyone, attack together!”
“Offer your swords!”
In an instant, the cultivators unleashed their flying swords, transforming into over twenty streaks of rainbow light that charged towards the oncoming firelight!
“Monster, a mere Demon General, do you think you can defy the heavens?!”
“We are all Foundation Establishment cultivators. Any one of us can match a Demon General of your kind!”
“Kill you first, then your lover!”
The cultivator surnamed Zhang grinned maliciously.
Though the demon seemed somewhat skilled with impressive techniques, to think he could face over twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators alone was sheer delusion!
This encounter would surely crush him!
“So many flying swords?”
Within the firelight, Mo Fan was slightly surprised, then laughed loudly, “You human cultivators are too kind. Knowing my Black Wind Mountain demons are poor, you’ve come to deliver so many treasures to this king?
Then I won’t be polite. I’ll take them all!
Hahaha…!!”
“What an arrogant beast!”
“You’re at death’s door and still unaware. Let’s see if you can handle this!”
“Die!”
The cultivators were enraged, thinking this Demon General was too full of himself. Did he really plan to take on all of them alone?
Fueled by their fury, the flying swords sped up, plunging into the massive firelight in an instant.
But the next moment, the cultivators’ faces changed, many of them spitting out blood.
Their connections to their flying swords were severed!
Those who had refined their swords as life-bound weapons suffered even worse, directly backlash.
“How is this possible?!”
The cultivator surnamed Zhang was dumbfounded, his face grim.
The expected slaughter did not happen. Instead, they had truly become gift-bearers!
At that moment, the firelight drew near. A large hand clad in crimson crystal armour reached out, slamming towards the cultivators!
“I said, those who step forward, die!”
Mo Fan’s icy voice rang out. Under his amplification technique, his right hand grew enormous, instantly crushing several unprepared cultivators into a bloody mist!
“Ah…!!”
Some cultivators screamed in terror at the bloody, violent scene, instinctively turning to flee.
“Life and Death!”
Mo Fan opened his mouth, a dark light shooting out, instantly piercing the bodies of two cultivators.
Terrifying venom erupted, turning their skin pitch-black as they let out agonised screams, falling from their flying swords.
With a flash of firelight, Mo Fan opened his mouth and sucked, drawing the two cultivators into his internal space.
To him, even the smallest mosquito was meat, especially these Foundation Establishment cultivators, who could replenish his spiritual energy significantly.
In just one exchange, the twenty-plus Foundation Establishment cultivators were routed.
Mo Fan was like a tiger charging into a sheep pen, unleashing various techniques, slaughtering in all directions!
“You’re too weak!”
“So weak, yet you dare wander out here. Truly seeking death!”
“Become this king’s food!”
Mo Fan laughed heartily.
In their panic, not a single cultivator could withstand him. Some tried to resist with magical artefacts, only to have both artefact and wielder blasted apart by Mo Fan’s fist.
In the past, Mo Fan’s enemies were almost always far stronger than him, even facing a Demon King at Red Fire Peak.
But these Foundation Establishment cultivators, in his eyes, were far too weak. Any artefact they dared to unleash was swallowed by his Heaven-Devouring Technique.
As for physical strength…
Even without using any techniques, if Mo Fan got close, one punch could obliterate them!
Having devoured so many demons, his physical strength had surpassed the Demon General realm, rivalling a Demon King.
These human cultivators were not body cultivators, excelling not in physical strength but in various spells.
Yet in close combat, their spells were often swallowed by Mo Fan before they could be cast.
Even when their spells hit him, they could hardly break through his crimson crystal armour.
As the death toll rose, the cultivators’ morale collapsed, and they fled in all directions, only exciting Mo Fan further. He transformed into his true form, a massive toad.
But unlike other toads, he rode a swirling demonic cloud, his body wreathed in flames, showing no trace of a typical demon.
He resembled a divine beast!
“Don’t run. Come to this king’s mouth!!”
The flame toad spoke in a human voice. Its tongue shot out with incredible speed, like catching flies, wrapping around cultivators and pulling them into its mouth, devouring one Foundation Establishment cultivator after another!
“Monster, how dare you act so viciously!!”
The cultivator surnamed Zhang roared in anger, waving his hand. His sword light blazed, growing several metres long, slashing Mo Fan’s tongue away.
“Thank you, Friend, for saving me!”
The rescued cultivator thanked him profusely, a relieved smile on his face.
The cultivator surnamed Zhang said nothing, his face grim, because his sword had failed to cut through the toad demon’s tongue!
This shocked him, but he quickly regained his composure, scanning the fleeing cultivators and shouting, “Why panic?!”
“Come back!”
“If we work together, we can fight this demon. If you scatter, you’ll die faster! If this demon doesn’t die, you will! Can you outrun him?!”
Mo Fan paused, or rather, was forced to pause.
Though the cultivator surnamed Zhang’s sword hadn’t severed his tongue, the pain made his eyes water, and he howled for a while before recovering.
“Damn you, you all deserve to die!!”
Mo Fan growled. Realising his true form couldn’t fully unleash his strength, he reverted to his spiritual form, glaring coldly at the remaining cultivators, his eyes filled with killing intent!
Under Mo Fan’s icy gaze, the regrouped cultivators trembled.
Of the twenty-plus, only eight remained after that single exchange…
They were now terrified of this toad demon.
If not for the truth in the words of the cultivator surnamed Zhang, they would have fled already!
“No need to panic. With Junior Brother Du from the Heavenly Fortune Sect setting up the formation, this demon won’t be rampant for long!” the cultivator surnamed Zhang swallowed hard, forcing calm.
“Are you talking about him?”
Mo Fan’s gaze swept over the group, looking into the distance. He pointed with a strange expression.
The cultivators instinctively looked back, nearly fainting from rage.
A figure was fleeing on a flying sword, getting further from the empty city…
It was none other than Du Fanchen, the one they had pinned their hopes on!
