Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The demon lay sprawled on the ground, watching Linghu Chong approach step by step, sword in hand.

The blood-stained soles of his boots crushed the withered branches on the ground, each step feeling like it was treading on his heart.

"Dove Demon!!"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have helped you. Otherwise, how would I have ended up like this? I regret it so much!"

A hoarse sound came from his throat as broken ribs pierced his lungs.

He is not willing!

He was a protector of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, who had dominated the Eastern Region for hundreds of years. And now he was going to die here.

Linghu Chong moved suddenly.

The longsword, imbued with sharp sword energy, transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight towards the demon's brow!

The demon's pupils contracted sharply, and the fear in his eyes was instantly swallowed by despair.

He tried to dodge, but his depleted spiritual energy was simply insufficient to support his body.

He could only watch helplessly as the gleaming longsword slowly approached his brow.

"No--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the mountains and forests, but it stopped abruptly in an instant.

The longsword pierced through the skull, and dark green poisonous blood gushed out along the blade.

The demon's body trembled violently, then stiffened completely, its bloodshot eyes wide open.

Linghu Chong flicked his wrist, drawing his longsword and drawing out a string of scalding blood droplets.

He sheathed his sword with a backhand motion, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the demon's corpse, as if he had merely killed an insignificant ant.

"Thump—"

The demon's corpse fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This scene, however, was like a thunderbolt in the eyes of the demon, shattering his spirit and liver.

"Demon!"

The demon let out a mournful roar, turned around abruptly to look at Linghu Chong, his eyes bloodshot and filled with murderous intent.

But as soon as he turned around, Di Yun's longsword followed him like a shadow, whistling through the wind, and slashed fiercely towards his back!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

In his haste, Jiu Mo raised his sword to parry, but the immense force caused his blood to surge and a metallic taste to rise in his throat.

He staggered back a few steps, looking at the corpse of the demon, and then at the murderous Di Yun in front of him. The fear in his eyes finally completely overwhelmed his anger.

He was afraid.

The death of the demon was like a heavy hammer that struck his heart.

He knew very well that if the fight continued, he would be the next one to fall!

"stop!"

The demon serpent roared and raised its demonic blade, holding it horizontally in front of it.

"You can't kill me! I am a protector of the Nine Nether Demon Sect. If you kill me, the Demon Sect will never let you off!"

Upon hearing this, Di Yun slowly sheathed his sword and stood up, a mocking smile curving his lips.

He looked Jiu Mo up and down, his eyes like he was looking at a clown.

"Oh?" Di Yun raised an eyebrow, his voice cold.

"If we kill you, will the Demonic Sect retaliate?"

"If we release you, do you think the Demonic Sect will let us go?"

The demon choked, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said:

"If you let me go, I can pretend today's events never happened!"

"I swear in the name of the Nine Nether Demon Sect that I will never report your killing of the Demon King to the sect! What do you say?"

His voice trembled slightly as he said this.

In reality, he was thinking, "If I can leave here alive today, one day I will definitely lead the elite of the Demonic Sect to tear these two cowardly fellows to pieces!"

As if seeing through his thoughts, Di Yun suddenly let out a low, sneer.

"Heh, Dove Demon, do you think I'm a fool?"

Di Yun stepped forward slowly, the cold light gleaming on his long sword, reflecting on Jiu Mo's pale face.

"What! You, a member of the demonic path, are afraid of death?"

"Or are you planning to return and take our lives the day after we escape today?"

Jiu Mo's face instantly turned even uglier, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Seeing this, Di Yun's smile grew even colder:

"Do you really think I'd believe your nonsense?"

"Letting you go is tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains."

"Don't say I don't believe your oath. Even if you really don't report it, the fact that we broke ties with the Demonic Sect today has already spread throughout the entire dense forest."

"Do you think this can still be kept secret?"

Di Yun suddenly raised his long sword, its blade aimed directly at Jiu Mo's throat, his eyes blazing with killing intent.

"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"

A chilling killing intent swept over him, and Jiu Mo felt a chill run through his body as a shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

Looking into Di Yun's icy eyes, he knew that the other party had no intention of showing any mercy.

In despair, the demon suddenly raised its head and roared fiercely at the tops of the ancient trees surrounding the dense forest:

"Fellow Daoists! I know you are all watching the battle!"

"Today, I, the Demon King, offer the Glazed Fruit as payment. Whoever can kill these two for me, I will gladly present the Glazed Fruit!"

Upon hearing this, the entire dense forest instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Glass fruit!

These three words seemed to possess boundless magic, instantly stirring the hearts of all the powerful figures deep within the dense forest.

At the summit of the ancient tree, several hidden figures stirred slightly, a glint of greed flashing in their eyes.

The Glazed Fruit is a rare and precious treasure. Consuming it can help people break through their cultivation level. Who wouldn't want such a treasure?

Several impatient cultivators couldn't help but lean forward slightly, their hands secretly tightening around the weapons at their waists, seemingly ready to make a move.

But just then, their gazes inadvertently swept over the two masked figures in the arena.

Di Yun held a long sword, his figure as straight as a pine tree, exuding a chilling killing intent. His words just now were resounding, clearly showing that he was fearless.

Linghu Chong stood with his hands behind his back. Although he did not make a move, the composure and ruthlessness he displayed when he killed Shenmo had already been deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Although the two were at the late Nirvana stage, their combat power was comparable to that of the peak Nirvana stage!

More importantly, their teamwork is seamless, and their moves are ruthless and cunning, making them formidable opponents!

Moreover, today's events are a struggle between the imperial court, the demonic sect, and this mysterious force.

If they rashly intervene and help the Demon King, it would be tantamount to making enemies of this mysterious force and the righteous forces.

Leaving aside whether they could gain any advantage from Di Yun and Linghu Chong, even if they did kill them and seize the Glazed Fruit,

Will they be able to withstand the revenge of this mysterious force in the future?

Not to mention, the Nine Nether Demon Sect has always been domineering. Whether the promise made by Jiu Mo today will be fulfilled in the future is still uncertain!

Upon realizing this, those powerful figures who had been itching to act all calmed down and quietly retreated into hiding.

Silence returned once more atop the ancient tree.

Everyone was watching and waiting, but no one was willing to make a move.

As Jiu Mo looked at the silent, dense forest around him, the color drained from his face, and the hope in his eyes gradually faded.

He knew that his last gamble had ultimately failed.