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He leaned sharply to the left, his black scythe moving from bottom to top without mercy.

Beneath the hood, the black-robed demon king's green eyes suddenly narrowed.

His target was not the tiger demon.

It's yourself!

In this desperate situation of being attacked from both sides, instead of defending itself, this human chose to use its own injuries to exchange for a fatal blow from this stronger being.

It wanted to retreat.

But Chen Guan's scythe had already arrived.

scoff!

The black robe was ripped open with a huge tear.

A deep wound, reaching deep into his internal organs, stretched from the black-robed demon king's chest down to his abdomen.

Black demonic blood spurted out.

At the same time, the tiger demon's claws dug into Chen Guan's back with a muffled thud.

The sound of flesh being torn apart was enough to make your teeth ache.

But the one with its skin torn open was not the coffin, but the tiger demon, which waved its only remaining claw and howled incessantly.

"You don't need your other arm either."

His voice was cold.

The black scythe trailed a deathly crescent in mid-air, slashing towards the tiger demon's last remaining arm.

"No!"

The tiger demon was terrified.

It wanted to hide.

But his heavy body became the most fatal burden at this moment.

"How is this possible..." Wei Zhe's smile froze. He looked at the scene with disbelief in his eyes.

He couldn't figure it out.

"A madman who can't be defeated head-on but can't be killed from behind... and a mage who can heal him at any time..."

Wei Zhe muttered to himself.

He immediately looked up and roared hysterically at the two demon kings, "How are we supposed to fight like this?!"

The black scythe is about to strike.

The tiger demon's other arm was about to be lost.

But the black-robed demon king, who had been forced to retreat, merely watched coldly from the sidelines, showing no intention of offering any help.

"Save me!" the tiger demon cried out in its final, desperate wails.

The black-robed demon king ignored its pleas for help.

The black scythe's arc of light didn't hesitate for a moment, tearing through flesh and blood.

"puff!"

The scalding golden demon blood gushed out, turning into a cloud of scalding blood mist that spread outwards.

"My arm!" The tiger demon's roar turned into a sharp wail.

Its massive body crashed backward uncontrollably, squeezing out the mournful cry of a dying beast from its throat.

The severed arm, which had been tumbling away, landed on the ground with a thud; the dull thud of flesh hitting stone sent chills down one's spine.

"No...it's impossible..."

Wei Zhe's face instantly turned pale.

His lips trembled, as if he were talking to himself: "A...a freshman...and he tore down my seventh-tier demon king?"

His greatest asset, after only two rounds, was reduced to a pile of rotten flesh.

Just how strong the hell are you?!

The black-robed demon king simply stood aside.

"save……"

The tiger demon rolled on the ground, its body unable to maintain its balance after losing both arms, and could only awkwardly bang its head against the ground.

"...Help me..."

"I don't want to die."

Its blood-red single eye looked at the black-robed demon king, and it made a pleading sound in its throat. It could already feel its great-grandmother beckoning to it.

"snort."

The black-robed demon king finally made a move.

Wei Zhe's breath hitched for a moment. A final glimmer of hope flickered in his dimming eyes.

He clenched his fists and muttered, "Yes... kill him! Kill him now!"

But the dark figure moved forward swiftly, its clothes remaining perfectly still, and landed without a sound.

It went straight to the fallen tiger demon.

Wei Zhe's voice caught in his throat.

The next moment, a chill rose from his tailbone and seeped into the gaps between his bones.

A withered, bony hand emerged from the sleeve, its five black fingernails piercing straight into the tiger demon's back.

"you……!"

The tiger demon's single eye was first filled with astonishment, then with a sense of utter absurdity at being completely betrayed.

With its last breath, it roared, "Why!"

A powerful suction force emanated from that claw.

The tiger demon's burly body rapidly withered, its muscles and skin collapsing and clinging to its bones.

Golden demon blood transformed into countless blood threads, which were pulled out from the wound and poured back into that withered hand!

Long Ao stopped punching and couldn't help but ask, "What's that guy doing? Killing his own people?"

Yin Chen lowered his voice: "Those dried corpses downstairs... is that how they came about?"

Su Yuehe looked at the bizarre scene of people killing each other: "They were drained of their flesh and blood, their demonic power, and even their souls."

"Stop!" Wei Zhe jumped up in shock at the scene before him, shouting in a shrill voice, "What are you doing! Those are my men! We had an agreement!"

The black-robed demon king ignored him, and the tiger demon's struggles grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, his whole body trembled violently, and then he fell silent.

As the black-robed demon king withdrew his hand, the enormous, empty sac shattered into a pile of pale ashes with a soft "poof".

A gust of wind blew by, and nothing was left.

The black-robed demon king let out a satisfied sigh.

The aura around him became incredibly heavy, and a pressure that made people feel suffocated emanated from him.

It raised its head, and its green eyes under the hood turned to Wei Zhe, who was slumped on the ground.

"Your person?" The voice was full of contempt. "A fool who was sold out and even helped count the money, dares to call himself your person?"

"You...you lied to me!" Wei Zhe's face turned deathly pale. He pointed at it, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. "You clearly promised me."

"I only agreed to help you open the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons." A surge of demonic energy erupted from its body, causing its black robes to flutter wildly. "As for helping you? Ha! Did you really think I came here for a mere insect like you, whom I could crush with a flick of my wrist?"

Deep within the hood, two points of green light ignited.

"Are you kidding me?"

The laughter was disdainful.

"You're not qualified to be fooled by me."

As it uttered its last word, a heavy pressure swept outwards in all directions.

"what……"

Wei Zhe's scream was cut off in his throat.

His body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably, crashing into the broken wall in the distance like a tattered sack.

The black robe could no longer withstand the surging demonic energy within.

It shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions and revealing its true form beneath.

It looks quite big, but when it reveals its true form, it turns out to be a fluttering moth.

Su Yuehe promptly explained that the little creature's scientific name is the Thousand-Faced Moth, a demon specializing in illusion magic, and extremely resistant to death.

The thousand-faced moth had lost all interest in Wei Zhe, who was slumped in the corner.

He didn't even bother to glance at the wet patches spreading beneath the man's body.

Wei Zhe was a useless human, whose life or death was irrelevant to it; to it, Wei Zhe had no value anymore.

Its gaze lingered on the silent coffin.

"What a fine appearance, and that skill in healing people. I'm quite impressed. So you're a sixth-level cultivator."

Having gained new power, the Thousand-Faced Moth was finally able to see Chen Guan's strength, which put its mind at ease. The unknown is the most terrifying.

The wind died down, the rain stopped, and the fluttering moth felt it could do it again.

The words sounded like praise, but they gave everyone present goosebumps.