Mo Fan’s current cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Demon Soldier Realm, with a spellcasting range of exactly five zhang.
Within five zhang, his tongue arrow could strike instantly!
In the blink of an eye, the human cultivator was pierced through the back by the tongue arrow, the tip emerging from his chest.
“Urgh… urgh…”
The cultivator looked down in disbelief at the scarlet tongue, resembling a spear, protruding from his chest. He opened his mouth to speak but could only produce the sound of air gurgling in his throat.
Soon, blood surged from his mouth, and his body went limp.
“Swoosh!”
Mo Fan retracted his tongue arrow, dragging the cultivator back with it.
Divine Ability: Heaven Devour!
The next moment, the cultivator was swallowed into Mo Fan’s internal space.
Quickly, an invisible force began to break down the cultivator’s body.
A look of anticipation crossed Mo Fan’s face. Moments later, he felt a surge of pure spiritual energy feeding back into his body, but nothing more.
Frowning slightly, Mo Fan noticed a figure slowly emerging from the depths of the dense forest.
Setting aside his doubts, he looked closely and saw it was Lu Tantan, holding a bloodied head in his hand.
“Yo! Finished already?”
Lu Tantan approached, glancing at the traces of battle on the ground, his face showing a hint of surprise.
“Looks like you’re even fiercer than I thought!”
“No way, that human cultivator was just too weak!” Mo Fan shrugged.
“Weak?”
“Er… I mean feeble.”
“Why do you talk so cryptically?”
Lu Tantan shook his head, then held up the head and said to Mo Fan, “I don’t have a habit of eating heads. They say it’s good for the brain. You’re a sharp one, want to take it back and make some soup?”
Faced with Lu Tantan’s twisted sense of humour, Mo Fan just rolled his eyes and said calmly, “If eating brains really boosts intelligence, I think it suits you better.”
“You little…!”
Lu Tantan was visibly annoyed, crushing the head in his hand, splattering red and white matter, before asking, “Where’s that pig?”
After their journey, he had learned Mr. Pig’s true form.
“I told him to slip away first. Let’s go too, or we’ll have more trouble soon!” Mo Fan frowned.
“You’re right, let’s…”
“Leave?”
“Where to?”
Before Lu Tantan could finish, a cold sneer interrupted.
Mo Fan found the voice familiar. Turning, he saw several figures appear in his line of sight.
The leader was a tall man in a black robe that exposed his chest, revealing thick, curly hair. A large broadsword was slung across his back.
Mo Fan recognised him as the guy he’d had a minor run-in with at the Broken Temple Market.
He remembered there were three of them, so he glanced to the side and, sure enough, saw another man holding a crescent-shaped shovel. The third, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Besides those two, there were four others: a lean man in black, a seductive woman in a red robe, a gaunt old man with triangular eyes, and an ordinary-looking man in a grey robe.
Six in total!
As Mo Fan sized them up, they spread out, loosely surrounding the two demons.
“This looks a bit tricky!” Lu Tantan frowned, scanning the group.
“Scared?” Mo Fan smirked.
“Nonsense! What demon is afraid of food?”
Lu Tantan grumbled, retorting irritably. His words intrigued Mo Fan.
Though these were cultivators, they were still humans—food, in the eyes of demons.
“Hey, big guy, I remember you’re three brothers. Where’s the other one?”
Mo Fan turned his gaze back to the broadsword-wielding man.
“You’re not the only fat sheep around, so he’s off dealing with another one!”
The broadsword man sneered, then said to Mo Fan, “Hand over everything you’ve got! I’m in a good mood, so I might let you go!”
“Big Brother, didn’t we agree to capture them and sell them to the Spirit Beast Academy?”
“That’s a big payout!”
The man with the crescent shovel spoke up anxiously.
“Damn it, you think I don’t know that? Do I need you to remind me?”
The broadsword man was furious. He had planned to trick the demons into lowering their guard for a quick takedown, but his brother ruined it.
“Just two demons. Even if they’re late-stage Demon Soldiers, they can’t escape the six of us. No need to be so cautious!” the triangular-eyed old man said sinisterly.
“Exactly. Are you five big men afraid of two measly Demon Soldiers?” the seductive woman giggled, covering her mouth.
“Let’s do this!”
The lean man spoke, pointing at Mo Fan. A whistling sound followed as a flying sword shot towards him!
“Kill!”
The others’ expressions hardened, unleashing their techniques and charging at the two demons.
“Damn it, I knew my luck was rotten today. It’s all because of you, you damned toad!”
“If I survive this, you owe me a few good feasts back at the mountain!”
Lu Tantan cursed, spitting out a black light towards the flying sword. Demonic energy surged, and his body suddenly grew much larger.
“Lord Deer will take you on!”
Lu Tantan shouted, rubbing his head. Black light flashed, and a pair of dual blades appeared in his hands.
Mo Fan glanced at the blades, noting their odd shape, resembling deer antlers.
So, his antlers were his demon weapon?
Mo Fan mused, then saw Lu Tantan charge forward only to be knocked back by a broadsword. A magical artifact slashed his cheek, drawing blood.
“Damn, this guy’s strength is no less than mine. We’re done for!”
“Lai Bao, you’re on your own!”
“Big brother’s really in over his head this time!”
Lu Tantan gave a bitter smile, tangled up with the broadsword man, his brother, and the ordinary-looking cultivator. He was in constant danger, unable to spare a moment to help Mo Fan.
Mo Fan ignored him, focusing on the remaining three: the lean man, the creepy old man, and the seductive woman.
“Swish!”
A flying sword shot towards Mo Fan’s face.
He didn’t dodge, instead showing a strange smile before opening his mouth and sucking.
“Buzz—”
A suction force emerged, ripples forming in the air. The flying sword vanished without a trace.
“What… I can’t sense my flying sword!”
The lean man’s face paled in shock.
At that moment, the creepy old man suddenly vanished from Mo Fan’s sight. Then, Mo Fan felt his ankles tighten, as if something had grabbed them.
Looking down, he saw a pair of withered hands emerging from the ground, gripping his feet tightly.
“Distracted during a fight? Demons are just beasts who rely on brute strength!”
A cold sneer rang in Mo Fan’s ears, followed by a red whip lashing towards his body.
As he tried to move, the hands gripping his ankles tightened, clearly aiming to pin him in place.
“Hmph!”
Mo Fan snorted coldly, his body erupting with power. He bent his knees and leapt into the air.
“Boom!”
The ground exploded, and the creepy old man hiding beneath was dragged into the sky by Mo Fan’s immense force.
“There’s a saying: one force breaks ten thousand techniques. Ever heard of it?”
Mo Fan chuckled, bending down and smashing a fist into the old man’s head. The old man exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
