Mo Fan did not enter the boundary, as according to the Black Dragon King’s estimation, it was still six days until the full moon when the Dragon Ruins entrance would open.
Entering now would only mean lingering inside, likely becoming prey to other creatures.
Through the Black Dragon King’s memories, Mo Fan understood that boundaries like the one before him were not unique; others existed elsewhere, and entering any would lead to the outer perimeter of the Dragon Ruins entrance.
The Black Dragon King had entered once before but was ambushed by a group of powerful cultivators.
These cultivators included not only demon race members but also human, witch, and even rare demon clan cultivators.
“The Dragon Ruins restricts cultivation to the Demon General realm, while the outer perimeter of the entrance restricts it to the Demon King realm. If I enter this boundary now, I might be ambushed by Demon Kings.”
Mo Fan murmured, pondering for a while before deciding to wait until the time was closer.
Though he had never entered the outer perimeter of the Dragon Ruins, with the Black Dragon King’s memories, he was well-informed about the situation inside.
“Six days. I need to plan carefully and search for the Yingying Monster’s whereabouts.” Mo Fan thought to himself.
But soon, his brows furrowed slightly as a possibility struck him: could the Yingying Monster have gone to the Dragon Ruins?
“It can’t be that coincidental, can it?”
Mo Fan muttered, waving his hand casually. Demonic energy surged, and the vortex on the stone wall vanished, everything returning to normal.
“The boundary’s array patterns are quite profound, seemingly a type of teleportation array. I should have Bai Yaoyao take a look.”
Mo Fan murmured, then glanced at the pitiful-looking Bai Jinghu, tapping his brow where a tiger pattern slowly emerged.
“You’ve worked hard this time. Go rest inside.” Mo Fan said.
“Thank you, Master.”
Bai Jinghu, as if granted amnesty, turned into a cloud of ghostly mist and merged into the tiger pattern.
With Bai Jinghu gone, Mo Fan opened his mouth and stored Black Robe, who was still cultivating, into his pouch. Turning around, he spoke calmly:
“Come out.”
His calm voice, amplified by demonic energy, echoed through the waters.
Seeing no response, Mo Fan’s brows furrowed, his tone growing stern. “What, do I need to drag you out one by one?”
“You saw what happened to the Black Dragon King. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?”
At these words, the Demon Generals hiding in the surrounding darkness paled, exchanged glances, and emerged from the shadows, flying to a spot near Mo Fan.
“We pay our respects to the Senior.”
The Demon Generals bowed respectfully to Mo Fan, but under his gaze, they felt their scalps tingle.
They had witnessed how terrifying this youthful-looking figure was, swallowing the mighty Black Dragon King in one gulp.
This filled them with fear and unease.
Mo Fan did not speak immediately, instead coldly sizing up the Demon Generals for a while before raising the head-sized black dragon scale and declaring solemnly, “The Black Dragon King is dead. From today, the Nether River is under my rule.”
“I am Laibao, King of Black Wind Mountain.”
“Have I made myself clear?”
The Demon Generals exchanged looks, silent for a moment before kneeling in unison, saying, “We pay our respects to the Black Wind King.”
Black Wind King?
Mo Fan was momentarily stunned, repeating the name to himself. It sounded rather fitting.
“From today, you will obey my commands unconditionally. Any defiance will be met with no mercy.”
“Do you understand?”
“We understand.”
The Demon Generals felt a chill down their spines, thinking, with you saying that, who would dare say no?
At the same time, they realized this figure seemed even more ruthless than the Black Dragon King.
“Follow me to Black Dragon Peak.”
Thus, Mo Fan led the group of Demon Generals back to Black Dragon Peak. Along the way, more Demon Generals joined, and by the time Mo Fan reached the peak, over twenty Demon Generals followed him.
These Demon Generals, having heard of Mo Fan’s feats, submitted reluctantly, though without much emotional turmoil.
To the Demon Generals of the Nether River, it didn’t matter much who ruled.
Black Dragon King or Black Wind King, it was merely a change of ruler.
“My goodness.”
“Am I seeing things?”
“How did this guy go out and come back with so many Demon Generals?”
When You Er saw Mo Fan return, his eyes widened, and he rubbed them, hardly believing the scene.
This guy went to hunt a Chi Dragon, not only survived but returned so triumphantly. Wasn’t that too outrageous?
With this thought, You Er’s legs trembled, his gaze scanning for an escape route.
“Master.”
At this moment, Langlang flew to Mo Fan, bowed respectfully, and recounted everything that had happened.
“Hm?”
Mo Fan, hearing this, looked at You Er, who was about to flee, and grabbed at the air, pulling You Er toward him.
“Ah.”
“Don’t eat me, don’t eat me, I was wrong. I was really wrong.”
You Er trembled in fear.
“You’ve got some nerve, eyeing my spoils.”
Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, grabbing You Er by the throat. At that moment, he sensed the dragon qi in his body becoming restless, transforming into a dragon shape and thrashing wildly in the demon liquid sea.
What’s going on?
Mo Fan was slightly startled.
“Great King, I was truly wrong. I won’t dare again.”
You Er was nearly in tears, his voice softening.
“Hm? You think there’ll be a next time?”
Interrupted by You Er, Mo Fan snapped back, and You Er hurriedly said in panic, “No, no next time.”
“I intended to treat you well, but you didn’t cherish it. Since that’s the case, I won’t be polite.”
Mo Fan extended his right index finger, forcing out a drop of blood that turned into a crimson pellet.
“Swallow this, and I’ll forgive you.” Mo Fan looked at You Er.
“This… may I ask what it is?” You Er’s face twisted bitterly.
“A precious pellet refined from my essence blood, a great tonic.” Mo Fan grinned.
But his smile looked eerie to You Er, who said glumly, “Thank you, Great King, but can I not take it? I feel my body is already strong enough.”
“What do you think?”
Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.
Seeing this, You Er quickly grabbed the blood pellet, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.
“Good. Behave from now on, or if the poison activates, you’ll turn into a puddle of blood.”
Mo Fan grinned, releasing You Er.
At that moment, he noticed the dragon qi in his body had calmed down again.
A coincidence?
Or was it closely related to this guy?
Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed, looking at You Er with suspicion.
“Great King, didn’t you say it was a tonic?”
You Er’s face was mournful, inwardly cursing Mo Fan’s ancestors and his own for good measure.
“You Er, you really botched it this time. You’ll probably live under this Black Wind Demon’s shadow forever.”
You Er sighed helplessly, looking dejected.
Though Mo Fan was eager to understand what had just happened, with so many demon cultivators present, he said nothing more. Instead, he scanned the surroundings and frowned. “Where’s that fat fish?”
“Master, that fat fish Demon General died during your battle with the Black Dragon King.” Langlang replied.
“A pity.”
Mo Fan shook his head, then looked at the two Demon Generals at the cave entrance, still suppressing the poison in their bodies. He teased, “You managed to endure my poison this long. Not bad.”
“But now that I’m back, how much longer do you think you can hold out?”
At these words, the two Demon Generals paled, despair flashing in their eyes.
“Never mind. I’ve killed enough today. The Black Dragon King has been devoured, and the entire Nether River is mine. You two are now my property.”
“So, I’ll ask you one last time: do you want to die or live?”
Mo Fan looked at the two demons.
Both were at the peak of the Demon General realm, among the strongest water demons in the Nether River. Subduing them would be far better than killing them.
“We pay our respects to the Great King.”
The two demons chose submission, and Mo Fan calmed the poison in their bodies.
He then issued two orders: one, for all Demon Generals in the Nether River to come pay homage; two, to search for the Yingying Monster’s whereabouts.
After this, Mo Fan entered the Black Dragon King’s cave, opened his mouth, and released Black Robe, still enveloped in demonic qi.
“Hm?”
“Her aura seems stronger than before… is she about to break through?”
Sensing Black Robe’s aura, Mo Fan’s face lit up with joy.
