White Clothes sneered, swinging his silver-white scythe toward Mo Fan’s neck.
At the critical moment, a figure emerged from the shadow beneath him, raising her own scythe and striking White Clothes fiercely.
Clang!
A metallic clash rang out, sparks flying from the impact.
White Clothes’ expression shifted as he was sent flying sideways.
Landing, he looked down at his chest, where a mark marred his silver skin, a cut oozing scarlet blood.
“You dare wound me?” White Clothes glared, incredulous.
He looked up at Black Clothes, now shielding Mo Fan, his face darkening.
“I didn’t want to, I just want you to stop going down the wrong path,” Black Clothes said, panicking as she saw his injury. She stepped forward, vanishing, and reappeared before White Clothes, reaching to touch his wound.
“Get lost!” White Clothes roared, slashing his scythe, sending Black Clothes flying.
The blow cut into her abdomen, blood splattering.
“White Clothes, I’m sorry. I just want you to be normal. Can’t we stop this killing?” Black Clothes said, collapsing, her scythe dropping as she clutched her wound, speaking sadly. “You asked if I forgot how our mother died. How could I? It was because of endless killing that she was slain by other demons. This cycle traps us forever.”
“What nonsense are you spouting?” White Clothes glared, furious. “We’re demons. If demons don’t kill, are we still demons? It’s because everything stems from killing that I must become stronger. If killing makes me stronger, I’ll kill without hesitation. Black Clothes, remember, in these Hundred Thousand Mountains, there’s no kindness. Born as demons, killing is our fate. Avoiding it is cowardice, maybe granting temporary peace, but when stronger demons come, we’ll be their prey. Cowardice won’t stop tragedy. Only killing to stop killing brings true peace. You say I’m the Lei Yu family’s lackey? So what? If I kill this toad demon, they’ll give me resources enough for us both to reach the demon king realm. With enough strength, fewer in these mountains can threaten us, and only then can we live normally.”
White Clothes seemed crazed, eyes blood-red. He spared Black Clothes further attack, instead advancing toward Mo Fan, his massive scythe dragging on the ground, scraping with a sinister sound like the grim reaper’s laugh.
“Foolish guy, you trust the Lei Yu family’s porcupine demons?” Mo Fan said coldly. “Think with that wooden head of yours. The Lei Yu family has only four demon kings. Where would they get so many resources to support you and your sister? To kill a late-stage demon general like me, they could do it with a flick of their finger. Why go to such lengths, using vast resources to have you act on their behalf? Haven’t you wondered why?”
Mo Fan spoke with frustration, not wanting to fight this lunatic, not out of fear but because he promised Black Clothes he wouldn’t kill White Clothes.
Yet this guy kept pushing him, fueling his anger.
If possible, he’d prefer to tame White Clothes like Black Clothes. White Clothes was too powerful, surpassing Mo Fan in physical prowess, stirring a hint of admiration in him.
But his words didn’t stop White Clothes.
Silent, as if deaf to Mo Fan’s words, White Clothes lunged forward, slashing with his scythe.
“Why the Lei Yu family doesn’t act directly, I don’t know or care. If this is all your strength, you’ll die here. Not just you, but Black Clothes, who betrayed me, will die too. Your only chance is to defeat me. Come, show me all you’ve got, or you have no hope,” White Clothes sneered, demonic energy surging, white hair dancing in the wind. Each move strained Mo Fan.
Compared to White Clothes, Mo Fan would rather face a demon king. Even the Two Mountain Demon Kings hadn’t pressured him this much.
In his Second Movement Kill state, White Clothes was utterly frenzied, making Mo Fan realize what a fully evolved demon was.
“What’s wrong, out of strength? Weren’t you spouting grand ideals? Is your order just empty words from that mouth of yours?” White Clothes laughed wildly, dominating Mo Fan, leaving him no chance to counter.
“If you want to fight, I’ll give you a fight to remember,” Mo Fan roared. A poisonous mist erupted from him, crimson crystals forming on his body, quickly shaping into majestic crimson armor.
He blocked White Clothes’ scythe with his wings, landing a punch on White Clothes’ chest.
Boom!
An explosion rang out, White Clothes was sent flying, his feet carving deep trenches in the ground.
“Hm?” White Clothes looked surprised, then grinned. “Now that’s interesting.”
He slammed his scythe into the ground, spread his arms, and roared skyward, “Third Movement, Open!”
Boom!
An energy storm erupted from White Clothes, compressed demonic energy rippling outward, cracking the surrounding earth.
White Clothes had fully unleashed his Triple Concerto.
Mo Fan frowned, noting changes. White Clothes’ shoulder-length white hair now reached his waist, his silver skin now bore blood-red armor, and wings sprouted from his back.
Two extra arms grew from his ribs, and a blood-red mask covered half his face, revealing scarlet eyes.
His demonic aura was almost tangible.
“Are you ready?” White Clothes grinned, stepping forward, appearing before Mo Fan instantly, slashing with his scythe.
“Acting tough? Third Movement or Eighth, I’ll still pin you to the ground,” Mo Fan roared, not using his feathers but throwing a punch.
Supernatural ability, Multiplication Technique.
His right fist swelled to several meters, like a meteor crashing toward White Clothes.
“You disappoint me, trying to fight my demon with mere flesh…” White Clothes began, but before he could finish, his scythe was knocked away, and Mo Fan’s massive fist struck him squarely.
