So it turns out I'm the demon!

Halfway up the mountain.

The bright orange bonfire was burning brightly.

Little Poison Girl Chu Lingzhu squatted by the fire, holding a twig in her hand, humming a little tune as she stirred the boiling little iron pot, occasionally sprinkling in some strange medicinal powder.

The medicinal broth in the pot was bubbling away.

Each time a bubble is turned, it bursts open, releasing a cloud of dark green mist.

The surrounding area was filled with toxic smoke, which was pungent and acrid.

The area around the campfire was already littered with the corpses of monsters.

They were all foaming at the mouth and their bodies were black; they had clearly been poisoned.

Princess Chan Xiaoyu sat on Chu Lingzhu's shoulders, her two small, white hands holding a piece of roasted rabbit meat bigger than her face, happily munching on it, oblivious to the poisonous smoke and corpses around her.

Yuan Aqing stood on the outer side of the mountain path, sword in hand, her clear eyes fixed on the demon creeping up from the foot of the mountain, her gaze resolute. This was the first time she had fought an enemy alone.

At first, she was very nervous and was almost injured several times by the monsters that were good at ambushing. She was only saved from danger by Chu Lingzhu throwing poison. This made Yuan Aqing, who was always competitive and determined, feel very guilty.

He was almost at the threshold of the fourth realm, but in actual combat, his reaction and lethality were actually inferior to that of a "support doctor" who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

However, as more and more monsters fell to the sword, the girl's skill gradually improved.

From initial chaos and confusion to now swift and decisive sword strikes.

Her cooperation with Chu Lingzhu became increasingly seamless; one blocked in front, the other poisoned from behind, managing to establish a defensive line halfway up the mountain. "Sister Chu, it seems there are more monsters climbing up this time."

Looking at the dense swarm of demons closing in from the forest, a hint of worry flashed across Yuan Aqing's pretty face.

Chu Lingzhu puffed out her cheeks and blew on the green steam rising from the pot.

Then she took out a small porcelain bottle from her pouch at her waist, dripped three drops of dark green herbal juice into the pot, and said:

"What are you afraid of? We have plenty of poison. Kill with confidence. As long as I'm here, these beasts won't dare to cross the line. We'll definitely hold out until our master comes to rescue us."

The medicinal liquid in the pot suddenly boiled violently, and its color changed from dark green to an eerie fluorescent blue.

"alright!"

Chu Lingzhu's eyes lit up, and she quickly used a thick cloth to hold up the pot, then strode over to Yuan Aqing:

"Hurry, hurry, keep fanning us while we have the chance!"

Yuan Aqing nodded her little head, took two steps back, and made a sword gesture with her right hand.

The longsword, suspended in mid-air, began to spin rapidly.

The sharp blade, when it rubbed against the air, acted like a giant fan, whipping up a gust of wind that stirred up the poisonous smoke billowing from the pot.

The toxic smoke rolled down the mountainside.

Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered instantly, and even the soil changed color.

The monster at the forefront was enveloped in poisonous smoke, its steps faltered, and then it clutched its throat and let out a hoarse scream.

Some collapsed and convulsed, bleeding from all seven orifices; others had their skin and flesh torn open…

The scene was absolutely horrific.

Chu Lingzhu, hands clasped around her slender waist, looked down at the demons falling one after another and nodded smugly.

"Not bad, not bad. This time, with the addition of Blood-Transforming Herb, the medicinal effect is much stronger than before."

Next time, I'll add some more Ten-Fragrance Corpse-Dissolving Water. And if I combine it with my newly concocted Soul-Dispersing Powder, the poison will take root and sprout on the skin, causing blood to bloom from the bones. Tsk tsk, let these beasts enjoy themselves.

Yuan Aqing felt a cold sweat break out on her back upon hearing this.

Why does it feel like Sister Chu is becoming more and more like a villain?

Just then, Chu Lingzhu suddenly looked up and saw a dark shadow flying towards them in the night sky.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds and mist, making it impossible to discern the exact shape. Only the large outline of the dark shadow could be made out, and it was fluttering something rhythmically. "Wow, what a huge fluttering moth!"

Without saying a word, Chu Lingzhu took out a bamboo tube from her sleeve.

She pointed one end of the bamboo tube at the rapidly approaching dark shadow in the sky, squinted at it with one eye, and muttered to herself, "Let me show you my newly developed Hundred Locusts Bone-Eating Smoke."

After saying that, the bamboo tube's end rope was pulled with a "whoosh".

"Bang!"

A burst of fireworks shot into the sky with a sharp whistling sound and exploded in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of yellow toxic smoke spread across the sky.

Due to the special bamboo tube structure, the thick smoke arrogantly formed a huge "skull" shape in mid-air, several meters wide, looking incredibly imposing.

Just for these special effects, it's worth at least five taels of silver.

"Cough cough cough..."

With a cough, the "fluttering moth" emerged from the skull-shaped toxic smoke, stumbled, and landed in front of the two women. "What a piece of junk! It stinks!"

Jiang Mu covered her nose and cursed with a dark face.

"The employer?"

Chu Lingzhu stared blankly at the familiar figure descending from the sky for a moment, then swiftly shoved the bamboo tube into Yuan Aqing's hand. The next instant, the girl pounced on Jiang Mu, clinging to him like a koala.

"Master, I knew you would come to save us!"

Yuan Aqing, holding the bamboo tube that had suddenly appeared in her arms, was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Mu, a relieved smile blooming on her delicate face. Little Princess Chan Xiaoyu was even more direct.

She flew off Chu Lingzhu's shoulder and landed on Jiang Mu's shoulder.

She cupped the man's cheeks with her two small hands and planted a big kiss on his other cheek, leaving a shiny, oily lip print. "Kiss."

The little princess said happily.

Jiang Mu frowned in disdain.

He reached out and grabbed the little princess by the back of her neck, pulling her off his shoulder before casually stuffing her into his pocket.

With a cold expression, he looked down at the little healer in his arms and asked in a deep voice:

"Who just threw the poison gas bomb at me?"

Chu Lingzhu pointed decisively at Yuan Aqing, her movements swift and clean, without the slightest hesitation: "Her!"

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Yuan Aqing looked at the still-smoking bamboo tube in her hand, her face full of grievance.

She opened her mouth, ready to take the blame for her sister Chu. After all, she had the lowest status in the family and was a natural scapegoat.

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out.

Jiang Mu slapped Chu Lingzhu's firm, plump flesh.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Chu Lingzhu covered her bottom, her big eyes welling up with tears.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It was so dark, and you were so big flying in the sky, who could tell if you were a person or a moth?"

Jiang Mu snorted coldly, her eyes becoming more serious:

"I hit you not because you poisoned me, but because you disobeyed me."

"Who gave you the right to go and pick those worthless herbs on your own? Your reckless running around not only implicated A-Qing and A-Li, but almost killed Rou'er too! Do you know that?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Lingzhu's initial momentum to argue back immediately weakened.

"Rou'er?"

The girl tensed up, "Is she alright?"

Jiang Mu sighed and briefly recounted the events, mentioning that she was transformed from a seven-aperture ginseng fruit and that she had a tenth-tier demon brother. "Rou'er is a demon?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Lingzhu's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit two of Jiang Mu's eggs, and her brain went into a brief lapse.

A moment later, she slapped her thigh in frustration and muttered under her breath:

"So it was a fruit that had come to life... Sigh, I should have cut off a few slices of her flesh to use in medicine. No wonder those dates she soaked before were so full of spiritual energy; I thought it was because my recipe was good."

Jiang Mu was speechless.

Is this girl's mind only occupied with preparing medicine?

She was exactly like a female bandit.

"What happened to the awning-roofed treasure boat I gave you before I left?"

Jiang Mu asked, "Why don't you use it? With that magic weapon, why are you risking your lives outside to poison these little demons?"

Chu Lingzhu pursed her lips, took out a model of the treasure ship, and handed it over:

"Here, see for yourself."

Jiang Mu took a look and found that the treasure ship model had cracked.

It has lost all its spiritual essence and is clearly completely unusable.

"If it were useful, why would I be so bored as to smoke myself with poisonous fumes here?"

Chu Lingzhu was very dissatisfied.

Jiang Mu didn't say anything more. He put the wreckage of the treasure ship into his storage space, glanced at the demon horde still stirring below the mountain, and said indifferently, "Stay here and don't wander around. I'll be right back."

Having said that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

The rest of the scene was pretty predictable.

The demons below the mountain were rubbing their hands together, preparing to launch their next attack, when suddenly a dark figure descended from the sky, landing in the middle of the demon horde. Then, it was sliced ​​into pieces by the dense barrage of blade energy.

Jiang Mu is like a high-speed meat grinder.

Wherever they went, there was only slaughter.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the noisy mountainside returned to deathly silence.

Jiang Mu returned to the campfire and casually threw a man who looked like a dead dog on the ground.

The man was short and thin, with a face as sharp as a rat's, one eye swollen shut, and his face as pale as paper.

It was obvious that Jiang Mu had shattered his meridians and locked his vital energy by using his spiritual pressure.

"Are you Nan Zhi's subordinate?"

Jiang Mu's tone was icy.

The man paused slightly, stared at Jiang Mu for a moment, then suddenly grinned:

"So you're Jiang Mu? It seems Protector Nanzhi has already died for her cause. The rumors are true, you... are indeed difficult to kill."

Jiang Mu said calmly:

"The reinforcements from the Demon-Slaying Divisions of other prefectures have arrived, and most of the demon armies that the Red Umbrella Sect has rallied have withdrawn. The tide has turned, so why are you still stubbornly resisting here?"

The man in black coughed up several more mouthfuls of black blood.

He looked at Jiang Mu mockingly and asked in return:

"Jiang Mu, do you think this siege battle... we lost? Or you won?"

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Mu scoffed, "You've become a stray dog, and you're still indulging in the illusion that you've won?"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a strange fanaticism flashing in his eyes:

"If this was a siege of Fazhou City, then we have indeed lost. But what if I told you that our Holy Church's initial target was not Fazhou City?"

Jiang Mu's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she narrowed them:

"What do you mean?"

The man didn't answer. He lay on his back on the ground, looking up at the sky above, which was somewhat darkened by the blood moon, and laughed.

"Jiang Mu, the fate of Daqing is completely ruined, and the country is about to end."

If I were you, I would immediately shed that demon-slaying skin and leave this place of trouble far away. Someone as outstanding as you shouldn't be a lackey of the court's powerful and wealthy, being used as fodder for them.

However… I have a feeling.

The man suddenly turned his head and stared at Jiang Mu, "In the future, you will definitely join our Red Umbrella Cult."

After saying that, the man's body stiffened.

Immediately afterwards, black poisonous blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

His head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

"Tsk, he's a tough guy, a real man."

Chu Lingzhu gave a thumbs-up and commented, "Just for his fearless spirit, I've decided I'm joining the Red Umbrella Sect!" *Smack!*

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a slap on the back of the head.

Chu Lingzhu covered her head, looking up at Jiang Mu, whose face had darkened, with a wronged expression: "I was just joking..."

"Stop talking nonsense, pack your things quickly, we need to get out of here right now."

Jiang Mu glared at her.

Although the black-clad man's dying words sounded like he was deliberately being mysterious, Jiang Mu knew very well that the seemingly vast empire of Daqing was already riddled with problems inside.

Daqing will sooner or later take its medicine.

But it's impossible for him to join the Red Umbrella Cult.

"Okay, I understand."

Chu Lingzhu dared not be naughty anymore and quickly ran to stuff all those bottles and jars of poisonous treasures into her treasure pouch.

Half an hour later, Jiang Mu met up with the two women and the Ginseng King.

However, the atmosphere at this moment seemed somewhat oppressive.

King Shen sat alone on a large rock, his face pale and lifeless.

It looks just like an old tree that has been hit by frost.

Lan Rou'er, on the other hand, stood not far away with her head down, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

Clearly, the newly reunited siblings were not communicating very smoothly.

"Rou'er!"

As soon as Chu Lingzhu saw her best friend, she rushed over and hugged the girl tightly.

Lan Rou'er's dim eyes instantly brightened, and a genuine smile of happiness appeared on her face:

"Lingzhu, Aqing, you're both alright, that's wonderful!"

Chu Lingzhu pulled Lan Rou'er to look at her from left to right, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft cheeks, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Let me see the little ginseng fruit, oh my, it really is different, how come I never noticed before."

Lan Rou'er blushed deeply at her teasing and lowered her head in embarrassment.

On the other side, when Duanmu Li saw Yuan Aqing, a smile appeared on her usually cool face.

The two girls, both with similarly reserved personalities, weren't as boisterous as the other two best friends; they simply stood side by side, whispering to each other. Jiang Mu walked up to the Ginseng King.

Looking at the tenth-tier demon whose face clearly showed he was injured, he asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

King Shen opened his mouth, then closed it again, repeating this twice before letting out a heavy sigh: "I plan to return to the Fallen Soul Swamp first to cultivate in seclusion and break through to the next level." Jiang Mu tilted her head to look at him: "So soon?"

"I can't stay here any longer."

The King of Ginseng spoke with a bitter tone, "I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have ever felt that my cultivation is not good enough."

Following you around are both a 13th-level great demon and the leader of the Red Umbrella Sect, each one more ruthless and sinister than the last.

If this continues, and something happens again, I won't even have the confidence to protect my own sister.

He clenched his fist and said in a deep voice:

"I need to improve my cultivation level so that I can truly protect her in the future."

Furthermore, I must also find out who was so vicious back then, stealing my sister and intending to use her as a sacrifice.

Since the person behind this was able to send the fish demon to search the Lan family, they must be after her Seven Aperture Ginseng Fruit. I won't sleep soundly for the rest of my life until I find this person and tear them to pieces!

"That Rou'er, she..."

Jiang Mu asked tentatively.

King Shen shook his head with a wry smile, glancing at Lan Rou'er who was chattering away with Chu Lingzhu in the distance, his voice lowering slightly:

"I just asked her, and she doesn't want to come back with me. As her brother, I can't force her."

I understand. To her, I, her own brother, am no different from a stranger.

She grew up in a human family from the time she could remember. Her friends, her attachments, everything she knows is with you. I'm just barging in and trying to force her to come with me; I couldn't do that if I were her.

Jiang Mu was at a loss for words.

The ginseng king suddenly turned his head and stared coldly at Jiang Mu:

"Jiang Mu, I'm entrusting my sister to you from now on. My eyes aren't blind; I can see that she likes you very much from the bottom of her heart."

"Fortunately, although you're a bit slick, you can be relied on in crucial moments, and your abilities are passable. I can barely take you seriously." With that, the King of Ginseng suddenly gritted his teeth and warned fiercely:

"The only thing that really annoys me is that you have way too many women around you. But we're both men, so I can't be too harsh on you about your womanizing ways."

But you better remember this!

No matter how many concubines you marry in the future, my sister will always be your lawfully wedded wife, married to you in a grand sedan chair!

"If you dare to wrong her and make her a concubine, I will risk my life to beat you to death, you little bastard!"

"Cough cough..."

Hearing his brother-in-law's domineering declaration, Jiang Mu felt ashamed.

He silently and quickly went through the candidates for the position of "official wife" in his mind.

It seems everyone wants to compete.

In short, no matter how the legal wife is determined, I'm afraid I'll get a beating.

Since we can't do without it anyway, let's deal with it another day.

Jiang Mu leaned forward again, grinning:

"Brother-in-law, aren't you going to say hello to that Corpse Demon King? After all, you're from the Fallen Soul Swamp; it would be good to catch up."

The ginseng king glanced at him sideways and let out a cold laugh through his nostrils:

"I know exactly what you're up to, kid. Don't worry, even without me, your few experts from the Demon Slayer Division might not be afraid of it. Don't try to use me as a free henchman."

"I know that old Corpse Demon King very well. He's incredibly good at hiding his life, but when it comes to a head-on confrontation, he's far from capable."

Jiang Mu smiled awkwardly and had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​getting a thug for free.

King Shen ignored him and turned to walk in front of Lan Rou'er.

The rough and imposing aura he had shown when facing Jiang Mushi vanished the moment he stood in front of the girl.

It said softly, "Little girl, I'll head back now. Take good care of yourself here all by yourself. I'll come find you after I break through to the eleventh level in my seclusion this time."

Saying this, it glanced sideways at Jiang Mu and snorted coldly:

"If you want to come to the Fallen Soul Swamp to find me, I'll have Jiang Mu personally escort you here. If he dares to disobey, I'll break his legs!" Lan Rou'er obediently nodded and whispered, "Okay."

Looking at the girl's delicate and frail appearance, King Shen felt a surge of emotions welling up inside him, which he then swallowed and let out a sigh.

It turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, a slight tugging force came from my sleeve.

King Shen turned around in astonishment.

But then a small, fair, and delicate hand was seen tugging at its sleeve.

Lan Rou'er lowered her head, revealing a section of her long, slender, snow-white nape, and whispered:

"You...you should be careful too."

Then, she fumbled in the sachet at her waist for a moment, and gently placed a carefully woven red amulet into the ginseng king's hand.

King Shen stared blankly at the light amulet in his palm, his eyes welling up with tears.

He tilted his head back, blinked, then patted the girl's slender shoulder twice and chuckled:

"Girl, in this world, don't be afraid of anyone bullying you. Remember, no matter what happens, your brother will always be there to support you!" After saying this, the Ginseng King turned around, his figure transforming into a streak of light that shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Lan Rou'er looked up at the receding streak of light, lost in thought.

Jiang Mu walked to the girl's side, reached out and ruffled her hair, then half-pulled her into his arms and said softly:

"Don't worry, we'll definitely invite it and bring the wedding wine to our big day. Oh, and remember to tell your brother in advance to prepare a generous dowry." Outside the city gate, the fighting continued.

The city's protective array had been breached, and the demon army surged in like a tidal wave; the city's destruction was imminent.

But no one expected that Jiang Mujing would descend from the sky like a divine soldier.

Not only was Tian Wenyuan, the garrison commander of the eleventh realm, killed on the spot, but Xu Chen, the supreme commander of the demon army, was also seriously injured and mysteriously disappeared. This series of events caused the demon army to lose its supreme commander and fall into chaos.

Even more fatally, after Tian Wenyuan's death, his star [Yinghuo] returned to the sea of ​​stars, triggering a celestial phenomenon of a celestial dog eclipsing the moon and blood rain falling from the sky. Many low-level demons with weak minds were corrupted by the blood light and went mad on the spot.

They even began to frantically bite their own kind.

With the arrival of reinforcements from other state demon-slaying divisions, a counter-encirclement was formed.

Leaderless and besieged on all sides, most of the demon army, after weighing the pros and cons, chose to retreat in panic.

The once crumbling city of Yunzhou miraculously regained its footing amidst the chaos.

Chang Dawei, who had previously led troops to kill demons outside the city, also led his men into the city and, in coordination with the support troops, annihilated the demons that had flooded into the city in batches.

They quickly took control of key roads to prevent Red Umbrella Cult agents from creating internal strife in the city during the chaos.

At this moment, Shui Miaozheng stood quietly on the city wall.

Days of defending the city and overseeing the battle had left this elegant and beautiful woman with a deep weariness etched on her brows, and her eyes were bloodshot. Every now and then, she would gaze into the distance, seemingly searching for the figure that haunted her dreams, her eyes filled with a cautious expectation, only to be suppressed by reason in the next instant, and she would withdraw her gaze in disappointment.

"They're not back yet..."

The beautiful woman sighed softly to herself.

Ran Qingshan, standing beside her, had a cold expression on his face.

He gazed at the battleground below the city, then at a black tent in the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"The Corpse Demon Clan is indeed different from other demon clans. These beasts are originally inanimate objects that have become spirits. They have no sense of pain and are tireless. As long as the Corpse Pearl inside their bodies is not broken, they can continue to bite even if their limbs are cut off. If we continue to fight them like this for a long time, our brothers below will be exhausted and we will be the ones who suffer."

Shui Miaozheng composed herself and looked at Ran Qingshan thoughtfully, saying, "Does Chief Ran mean to go directly to the Corpse Demon King?"

Ran Qingshan nodded and said:

"To catch the thief, first catch the king. Although we don't have a top-tier expert at the tenth realm here right now, the heads of our several prefectures are all at the eighth or ninth realm."

If we unite and attack together, we should be able to easily overpower a Corpse Demon King at the early stage of the tenth rank.

I think this is precisely why it has been hiding in its camp, only sending its subordinates to their deaths, but daring not to launch a preemptive strike. Rather than letting it slowly wear us down with these corpse demons, it's better to take the initiative.

Shui Miaozheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently: "Okay, as you say."

Ran Qingshan immediately summoned a messenger and quickly informed the other commanders and deputy commanders who came to provide support of the "decapitation plan".

Soon after, Lin Anchang, the head of Yuancheng, also arrived.

When he heard Ran Qingshan suggest that several chiefs join forces to fight a tenth-tier demon head-on, Lin Anchang, the chief of Yuancheng, had a slight change in expression.

He pressed his fist to his lips and coughed, saying:

"Ahem... I agree strategically with Chief Ran's idea. However, demons are cunning by nature, and the remnants of the Red Umbrella Sect may still be lurking in the shadows."

To be on the safe side and to avoid falling into the enemy's trap of luring us away from our position, I believe it is necessary to leave someone on the city wall to oversee and command the operation. Therefore, I will stay and guard this rear area, so I can coordinate forces and support your actions at any time.

Upon hearing this explanation, Ran Qingshan frowned but remained silent.

Shui Miaozheng made no attempt to hide the disdain in her phoenix eyes.

Chang Dawei had already cursed this old fox when he entered the city before.

Lin Anchang had clearly led the troops from Yuancheng to the edge of the battlefield long ago, but he stubbornly refused to go forward to provide support.

Only after the main force of the demon army had retreated in large numbers and it was clear that there was no danger did this guy jump out to steal kills and take advantage of the situation.

Now that a tough battle is about to begin, he's back to his old ways, pretending to be all high and mighty as he hides in the back.

However, Lin Anchang was, after all, a city commander appointed by the imperial court, and his rank was no lower than anyone else present.

Although Shui Miaozheng looked down on him, she couldn't openly confront him in front of the reinforcements. She could only suppress her disgust and, with a cold expression, marched alongside Ran Qingshan toward the demon army camp.

The group pushed their way through.

Before long, they arrived at the front of the black main camp tent.

Before they could even step forward to break through the formation...

Before they could even step forward to challenge them, the tent suddenly exploded from the inside.

Amidst the flying rags and wood chips, a burly figure, over three meters tall, slowly stepped out.

Its entire body was covered in a layer of scales, and a row of bony plates grew along its spine, each one standing upright like a saw blade, extending all the way to its tailbone. In its deep-set eye sockets, two will-o'-the-wisps flickered eerily.

It was none other than the Fallen Soul Corpse Demon King.

"What? So eager to come and die?"

The Corpse Demon King's gaze was gloomy.

Ran Qingshan pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground and coldly shouted:

"Demon King, the main force of the demon army has retreated, and your defeat is inevitable. The imperial court will soon send a new garrison commander to Fazhou. What's the point of you wasting your time here except to add more lives to the army?"

The Corpse King let out a laugh:

"The imperial court? Heh heh, who in the world doesn't know what kind of state the Great Qing imperial court is in now?"

Do you think the garrison commander is like cabbage in a field, someone you can just grab off the street? By the time your garrison commander arrives, the people of Fazhou City will probably all be dead.

Shui Miaozheng slightly raised her fan and said coldly:

"Even without the garrison commander, you alone cannot take down Fazhou City."

That makes sense.

The Corpse Demon King nodded readily, then changed the subject.

"I never thought I could conquer this city of Fazhou on my own. But... if I can keep you troublesome officials here, then those ants on the city walls will be nothing to fear."

As it spoke, it stomped its right foot heavily on the ground.

The earth cracked.

Centered on it, four pitch-black flags suddenly burst forth from the ground in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The banners fluttered in the wind, releasing a semi-transparent light shield that sealed the Corpse Demon King, along with Ran Qingshan and the others, inside. "I've been holding back all this time, waiting for you fools to take the bait. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly!" The Corpse Demon King laughed maniacally.

Ran Qingshan's heart sank.

He secretly channeled his spiritual power to crash into the light barrier, but the recoil bounced him back.

Ran Qingshan said calmly, "Are you planning to die with us?"

"perish together?"

The Corpse Demon King shook a finger and said mockingly, "As I said, this is just to stall you."