The death of the sleazy old man startled both the lean man and the alluring female cultivator.
Though the old man’s cultivation wasn’t the highest among them, his ability to survive was unmatched, thanks to his earth-escape technique.
He could flee underground at any moment.
For a long time, despite switching teams several times, the sleazy old man had never been killed.
Yet now, at the very start, this demon had blasted him into a cloud of blood mist. It was almost too outrageous!
Though shocked, the two didn’t hesitate. Once a fight began, they couldn’t afford distractions; they had to capture or kill their target!
No cultivator surviving as a rogue in these parts was easy to deal with.
*Crack!*
A soft sound rang out as a red whip lashed towards Mo Fan’s body like a writhing snake.
Mo Fan frowned, grabbing the whip mid-air and landing back on the ground.
“You dare touch my Snake Spirit Whip? You’re courting death!”
The female cultivator’s face lit up with delight, about to cast a spell, when the whip suddenly yanked her forward, sending her flying.
“What?!”
She gasped, crashing hard into the ground.
*Bang!*
The impact left her dizzy, and soon her body was flung into the air again.
“Let her go!”
The lean man appeared nearby, flicking his fingers. Several head-sized fireballs materialised, drifting towards Mo Fan.
“Fireball technique?”
Mo Fan’s eyes flashed with surprise. It was his first time seeing a true cultivator’s spell, and he didn’t dare confront it directly. He dodged, weaving through the fireballs’ attacks.
The female cultivator finally released the whip, glaring at Mo Fan with venomous resentment. Forming hand seals, she snarled, “Damn beast, how dare you injure me! I’ll make you die!”
As she cast her spell, Mo Fan sensed danger and tried to drop the whip, but it suddenly moved on its own, coiling tightly around his body.
“Perfect chance! This demon’s ferocious—don’t hold back, kill him!”
“We can still break open his storage bag and take his resources!”
The female cultivator shouted.
“Alright!”
The lean man nodded, forming seals and chanting. Waves of heat rolled off him.
Mo Fan saw countless firefly-like lights appear around the man, the air growing increasingly scorching.
“This isn’t good!”
Mo Fan’s heart sank as he struggled to break free, but the more he fought, the tighter the whip bound him, filling him with anxiety.
*Boom!*
A loud explosion shook the ground violently.
Mo Fan turned to see a massive crater, from which a bloody figure crawled out, covered in dirt and blood, startling him.
“Hey! Didn’t expect we’d meet again. Looks like this time we might end up buried together… Bah! Damn it, my mouth’s full of sand!”
Lu Tantang grumbled, his face smeared with blood and dirt, only his bright eyes and white teeth standing out.
“We’re really in deep this time. If we don’t make it back, I’ll have lost big taking your job!”
Mo Fan couldn’t help but laugh at Lu Tantang’s words. “Don’t worry, you sound full of energy—you’re not dying anytime soon. Hold on a bit longer. Once I deal with these two, I’ll come save you!”
“Damn you, you’re even cockier than me!”
“Look at yourself—think you’re in better shape than me? We’ve really screwed up this time. Didn’t expect a Qi Refining Completion cultivator among them. Ugh…”
Lu Tantang coughed violently, blood frothing from his mouth.
“For heaven’s sake, stop talking and help me get this whip off!”
Mo Fan cursed, noticing the deer-antler knife in Lu Tantang’s hand. Why was this guy still rambling? Was he out of his mind?
“No time…”
“What did you say?”
“I said there’s no time—that guy’s flying sword’s locked onto me…”
“Damn it, I might beat you to the grave this time!”
Mo Fan’s heart jolted, and he shouted, “Stop yapping and bring me over—I’ve got a way to deal with it!”
“You could’ve said that sooner, damn it!”
Before Mo Fan finished, Lu Tantang hoisted him up as a shield.
“…Damn you, using me as a meat shield?”
Mo Fan cursed inwardly as a flying sword shot towards him!
This sword was different from the previous ones Mo Fan had seen—its glow far brighter, like a beam of light carrying a thick aura of death.
“Time to go all out!”
Mo Fan gritted his teeth. He wasn’t sure if his Sky-Devouring Technique could swallow this sword, but he had no other choice. He unleashed the technique.
*Buzz!*
The Sky-Devouring Technique activated, and the glowing sword wavered under the suction. Its owner, sensing something, frantically tried to pull it back.
“Trying to escape?”
“No chance!”
Mo Fan glared, his demonic energy surging. The suction from his mouth intensified, swallowing the sword in an instant.
Faintly, he heard a muffled grunt from ahead.
At the same time, a cold voice came from behind.
“Two beasts together, huh?”
“Perfect—die!”
“Great Flame Bullet!”
Mo Fan’s heart trembled. “Damn it, I forgot about that guy!”
“You bastard, Lai Bao, you’re screwing me over!”
Lu Tantang’s curses rang out as his demonic energy surged to a terrifying level, and a scorching heat enveloped Mo Fan.
“Break!”
Lu Tantang roared, swinging his deer-antler knife overhead!
A blazing black light flashed, cleaving the massive, meter-wide fireball in two!
“What?!”
The lean man and the female cultivator gasped in unison, stunned that this bloodied demon still had such power.
Mo Fan’s vision was obscured by black demonic energy, his nose filled with a burnt stench and a hint of roasted meat.
After a few seconds of silence, Mo Fan grew anxious. “Dead deer demon, you still alive?”
“Lai Bao, you bastard! If we make it back, I’m swearing brotherhood with you!”
*Swish!*
A blade flashed across Mo Fan’s body, slicing the whip apart.
As the demonic energy around him dissipated, Mo Fan turned to see Lu Tantang standing, leaning on his knife. His face was blackened, his skin almost entirely charred.
The sight reddened Mo Fan’s eyes. After a moment, he gritted his teeth. “Brother Lu, go in peace! I’ll avenge you!”
*Huff!*
Suddenly, Lu Tantang, who seemed lifeless, exhaled a cloud of thick smoke and cursed, “Damn it, I’m not dead yet!”
“Uh…”
Mo Fan froze.
He’d genuinely thought the guy was dead, tears welling in his eyes, only for him to still be alive?
“But I’m close. I’ve got no strength left to help you. You’re on your own now. I’m exhausted… need a nap…”
Just as he sounded fierce, Lu Tantang wilted, collapsing flat on the ground.
Mo Fan’s heart leapt, but then he heard faint snoring.
“Damn it, you’re actually sleeping?!”
Mo Fan gave a wry smile, relieved. He looked up at the five figures closing in, his gaze turning cold. He whispered, “Don’t worry!
I won’t let you die here!
The real fight starts now!”
