Mo Fan now looked towards the group of black-robed cultivators.
Just now, he had not noticed anything too unusual, but upon careful inspection, he found that these fellows were all extremely tall, each seeming to stand about ten feet high.
Such builds were rare even among demon clans.
What surprised Mo Fan even more was the black qi emanating from them. It did not seem to belong to either spiritual qi or demonic qi.
Could they be another group of witch cultivators?
Mo Fan frowned, but soon dismissed the idea.
He had just fought a witch cultivator, and the aura on that opponent was very distinctive. It was quite different from these black-robed cultivators.
At this thought, a term immediately surfaced in his mind: “Demon Clan cultivators!”
The Demon Clan. He had discovered it in the Black Dragon King’s memories, and the information about the Demon Clan came from bloodline inheritance memories.
In contrast, there was no information about the Demon Clan in Lu Yuyao’s memories.
It was as if the entire Dragon Domain was unaware of the existence of such a special race as the Demon Clan.
With this in mind, Mo Fan immediately used “Blue-Eyed Insight”. Soon, he discerned the information of the group of black-robed cultivators.
White Demon, Demon General cultivation!
It really was the Demon Clan!
While Mo Fan observed this group of Demon Clan members, they also moved. However, they directly departed, leaving only one black-robed cultivator behind.
And this black-robed cultivator was the one who had released the skull head earlier.
“Did I allow you to leave?!”
Bai Shuang’s expression was indifferent, her voice icy cold. She pointed towards the group of black-robed cultivators. The massive wind-thunder light wheel above her head, now a hundred zhang in size, suddenly burst with brilliant thunder light!
Endless wind-thunder spikes shot out like a torrential downpour, covering the land below.
However, the group of Demon Clan cultivators vanished without a trace in an instant. The remaining black-robed cultivator looked up at the sky full of wind-thunder spikes, then stomped on the ground. His entire body suddenly soared into the air, flying towards Bai Shuang against those wind-thunder spikes.
“Puff puff puff puff…!!”
Countless wind-thunder spikes bombarded the Demon Clan cultivator’s body but could not affect him at all. Instead, they exploded one after another.
In almost an instant, the Demon Clan cultivator arrived in front of Bai Shuang and raised his fist, punching towards her chest!
Bai Shuang’s pupils contracted sharply. Then she let out a low roar: “Divine ability, Tyrannical Divine Armour!”
In that instant, a layer of pitch-black hedgehog-like armour appeared over her body, almost completely covering her entire figure.
Boom!
The punch landed. Bai Shuang’s whole body trembled violently, while the opponent was simultaneously sent flying backwards. He raised his hand to look at his fist.
Mo Fan also looked over and saw that his fist was bleeding profusely. But what surprised Mo Fan was that the blood flowing was not red, but a pale blue colour.
“Kill!”
This time, Bai Shuang took the initiative, relying on her Tyrannical Divine Armour for protection, and engaged in close-quarters combat with the opponent.
“@###%￥……”
As Bai Shuang launched a fierce offensive, the opponent also flew into a rage. He opened his mouth and uttered a string of strange sounds, leaving Mo Fan utterly confused.
However, the Demon Clan cultivator was indeed powerful. Even facing Bai Shuang’s fierce attacks, he did not fall behind. Moreover, every time he was injured, large amounts of black mist would emerge from his body. Eventually, the black mist grew more and more, directly engulfing both his and Bai Shuang’s figures.
Seeing this, Mo Fan’s brows furrowed slightly. A faint sense of unease rose in his heart.
But the next moment, he saw round after round of wind-thunder light wheels appearing around the periphery of the black mist. Finally, they formed a massive wind-thunder space.
At this sight, Mo Fan’s heart settled. He also dismissed the thought of intervening.
Sure enough, soon the wind-thunder space vanished, and so did the endless black mist within.
Bai Shuang, clad in Tyrannical Divine Armour, flew to Mo Fan’s side with one hand carrying a monster. She frowned and said, “This thing isn’t a cultivator. I don’t know what kind of monster it is!”
Only then did Mo Fan look at the monster and discover it was a humanoid creature. However, unlike humans, its skin was pale all over, with no hair on its head. There was a pair of small protrusions on its forehead, and its eyes were much larger than human eyes. Its huge mouth was full of sharp teeth.
At the same time, this thing had a tail, with a spherical object at the tip, unknown what it hid inside.
At this moment, the monster was on the verge of death.
“He is a cultivator, just different from us.”
Mo Fan spoke faintly. Seeing Bai Shuang’s puzzled expression, he explained further, “The world does not only have our demon clan and human clan. There are also other races, such as the spirit monster clan, the Witch Clan, and of course, the Demon Clan in your hand.”
“Demon Clan?”
Bai Shuang frowned, still completely bewildered.
Clearly, she had never even heard of the Demon Clan.
“Actually, I don’t know much about this race either. How about I check his memories?” Mo Fan said.
“You have that ability?” Bai Shuang was somewhat surprised.
“I don’t, but my accomplice ghost does.”
Mo Fan smiled. Generally, to forcibly view someone’s memories required sufficiently powerful divine sense, strong enough that the other could not resist, allowing the divine sense to forcibly read memory fragments in the opponent’s sea of consciousness.
Such ability was something only some powerful demon kings could achieve.
Mo Fan was not sure if his current powerful divine sense could do it. But facing this Demon Clan cultivator, he had no intention of reading the memories personally.
The Demon Clan was still a rather unfamiliar race to him. Who knew what their sea of consciousness was like? Rashly entering might harm his divine sense.
Soon, Mo Fan summoned an accomplice ghost. It was Bai Jinghu.
After so many days of recovery, although Bai Jinghu had not reached his peak state, he had recovered about seventy to eighty percent.
“Master!”
As soon as Bai Jinghu appeared, he bowed respectfully to Mo Fan.
“I need this thing’s memories.”
Mo Fan did not waste words and directly stated his purpose.
Bai Jinghu glanced at the Demon Clan cultivator who was like a dead dog, nodded, then turned into a mass of ghost mist and entered the opponent’s forehead.
“Ah!!”
However, as soon as Bai Jinghu drilled into the opponent’s sea of consciousness, he let out a miserable scream and tried to escape from the forehead.
This scene startled Mo Fan greatly. Then he saw Bai Jinghu fly out from the Demon Clan cultivator’s forehead. But before he could fully escape, an inky radiance burst from the forehead and swallowed him.
“Master… save…”
In an instant, Bai Jinghu vanished completely!
At the same time, Mo Fan received feedback from the tiger pattern. His connection with Bai Jinghu was severed!
This meant Bai Jinghu was gone, completely annihilated in body and soul!
“What happened?” Bai Shuang frowned and asked.
Mo Fan’s expression immediately became extremely ugly. He had not expected this Demon Clan cultivator to indeed have issues. Bai Jinghu had just perished like that.
“My accomplice ghost is gone.”
Mo Fan exhaled a turbid breath. For the first time, a trace of wariness appeared in his eyes as he looked at the pale-skinned demon in front of him.
What if I swallow him?
Soon, such a thought emerged in Mo Fan’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
Still the same reason. He did not understand the Demon Clan. Who knew if he could digest it after swallowing?
Bai Jinghu was a lesson from the past.
“This thing is extremely sinister. Let’s just kill it directly!”
After thinking it over, Mo Fan decided to kill this Demon Clan cultivator outright, then dissect the body to see its internal structure. Perhaps there might be some unusual discoveries.
Bai Shuang nodded upon hearing this.
But just as the two demons were about to kill the Demon Clan cultivator, ripples suddenly appeared in the void. This caused Bai Shuang’s pupils to contract. She pulled Mo Fan and retreated dozens of zhang.
At the rippling spot, three figures materialised, appearing before Mo Fan and the two demons.
“Your Highness, we’ve found one!”
Among the three figures, a tall one wrapped entirely in bronze battle armour spoke softly.
On the dragon-head mask, the black eyes below the pupils were firmly locked on the Demon Clan cultivator in Bai Shuang’s hand.
“You two, could you gift the monster in your hands to me?”
In the middle of the three, a valiant youth in black attire looked at Mo Fan and Bai Shuang with a smile. His tone was gentle, showing utmost politeness.
