Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

On the journey back to the vast ocean of the Otherworldly Demon Realm.

Yama Hanba carried the huge and ferocious Yama Desolate God Slayer on his shoulder, his steps heavy as he walked on the desolate ancient road.

Although the battle with Lian Emei was not a life-or-death affair, the long fight had severely damaged his demonic body, and he was also filled with resentment for not being able to fully enjoy himself due to the interference of the Mad Dragon.

As they approached the edge of a dense forest with somewhat complicated terrain, suddenly—

Without warning, a thick, grayish-white fog suddenly enveloped the surrounding area!

The fog arrived extremely quickly and silently, as if it were seeping from the ground or surging from every corner of the forest, instantly covering an area of ​​several hundred feet in all directions.

The forest, which had been filled with the chirping of insects and birds, suddenly became deathly silent, as if even the sound of the wind had been swallowed up.

This extreme silence carried an unsettling, chilling atmosphere, with a cold and desolate feeling permeating the air.

Yama Hanba paused, his eyes sharpening. He keenly sensed the sudden change in the atmosphere around him. Instead of being nervous, he laughed in anger, his laughter causing the surrounding mist to churn.

"Hahaha! Very good, I never thought that even this Demon Lord would be ambushed in the woods one day!"

After the roar of Yama, the drought demon, a deep and cold voice echoed through the mist, its location elusive and difficult to pinpoint:

"Within the Bitter Realm, the most taboo thing is to rush through the woods. Although the Demon Lord is not a demon of the Bitter Realm, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since the Demon Lord has broken the taboo, he should naturally bear the consequences!"

These words, spoken with a mocking tone, were also full of strong provocation.

At the same time, not far away, high up, Ye Jinming, dressed in pristine white, sat upright with a cup of hot tea in his hand. Clearly, it was he who had just provoked the drought demon. "The show is about to begin!"

"Hmm?" Yama, the Drought Demon, raised an angry brow, her demonic eyes blazing with ferocity. "Extreme provocation! I hope that when I, the Demon Lord, drag you out, your mouth will still be so defiant!"

He then swept his divine sense across the area, only to find that the strange fog actually blocked his detection. He could only vaguely sense that there were many cold and murderous life forms lurking around him.

Just then, the nature of the dense fog seemed to change subtly, and the space produced an indescribable sense of distortion.

Yama Hanba felt a sudden change in the scenery before her eyes. Although she was still in the forest, the surrounding environment had been completely transformed.

The already hazy crescent moon in the sky now shone with a chilling, ethereal light.

Unexpectedly, I found myself in an isolated space.

The lonely moon is cold, and the night is chilling.

Within this isolated space, tiny, eerie blue candlelight suddenly appeared all around, drifting like will-o'-the-wisps, making the mist appear even more mysterious and eerie.

That was the signal for the assassin's operation, a hidden killing intent.

"You rats in the gutter, all you do is pull these low-class tricks!" Yama Hanba grew increasingly impatient, slamming the massive Yama Aragami Slash into the ground. "Do I have to personally invite you out here?"

Deep within the shadows of the dense forest, ghostly figures clung to the shadows of the trees, seemingly becoming one with the darkness.

Their breathing was barely audible, and their heartbeats were suppressed to a minimum. They were the elite assassins of the Candlelight Flame, who were masters of stealth assassination.

Ahead of them stood a figure with a calm and steady demeanor, yet also exuding a sinister and domineering aura—the leader of this operation, Mu Wuhengquan.

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on the towering, demonic figure in the mist through his mask, assessing the best moment to strike.

"Hmph!" Yama Hanba lost his patience. He snorted coldly and suddenly raised his free demonic hand. Without any apparent movement, a vast and powerful demonic palm force filled with destructive energy erupted.

A black shockwave blasted straight towards the area where he sensed the densest concentration of assassin aura!

"Get out here!"

"boom--"

Giant trees snapped, the ground cracked, and mud, wood fragments, and mist shot into the sky!

Realizing their presence had been discovered and that their leader had not given any order to retreat, the lurking assassins instantly sprang into action!

Instead of retreating, they used the chaos caused by the bombardment as cover to launch their first swift and fierce offensive!

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Poisoned darts and silent arrows rained down on the Yama Drought Demon from all directions like locusts!

At the same time, several nimble black figures darted out from the smoke, their weapons tracing cunning and ruthless paths, sealing off the Yama Drought Demon's escape route!

Their coordinated, serial assassinations are so effective that they are impossible to defend against.

However, Yama Hanba is, after all, a top-tier powerhouse capable of rivaling Lian Emei!

Even though he is now severely injured and his strength is greatly reduced, his fighting instincts and foundation are still far beyond those of ordinary masters.

"A trivial skill!"

With a roar, Yama Hanba gripped the hilt of Yama Aragami Slash with both hands, and the huge blade spun rapidly in his hands as if it were nothing!

"Enma Shinra!"

It's not a purely lethal move, but rather a defensive sword style inspired by the momentum of the blade!

A blazing, fierce whirlwind composed of countless blade energies suddenly rose up around him!

Hidden weapons and arrows collided with the swords and were instantly shredded into dust!

The assassins who were close to him felt an irresistible force and scorching heat rushing towards them. Their weapons fell from their hands, and their protective aura was torn apart like thin paper. Their screams were swallowed up by the wind of the blade before they could even leave their mouths!

The blade flashed, and the whirlwind abruptly stopped.

All around, there was a deathly silence; the wind passed without a sound, and only the cold moon remained unchanged.

A dozen or so black-clad corpses lay scattered around the Yama Drought Demon, their blood staining the fallen leaves and their severed limbs and remains lying everywhere.

With a single strike, the elite assassins who launched the first surprise attack were completely wiped out, becoming mere fodder to prove Enma's strength.

Yama, the drought demon, stood with his sword at the ready, surveying the room with disdain and contempt: "Hahaha! Is that all you've got?"

Deep within the mist, the moon bird, seeing this, was filled with an unusual rage and was about to rush out, but was stopped by a steady and powerful hand pressing down on its shoulder.

Mu Wuhengquan had appeared beside her unnoticed, slowly shaking his head, his voice low and deep: "Step back, you are no match for them!"

The moonbird gritted its teeth and reluctantly retreated into the shadows.

Meanwhile, Mu Wuhengquan himself took advantage of the moment when Yama Hanba mocked him, his figure becoming almost ethereal as he silently glided along the shadows on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he had already circled around to the blind spot behind the wide back door of the Yama Drought Demon like a ghost.

Seizing the slight gap in the moment when Yama Hanba had just sheathed his sword and shifted his aura, Mu Wuheng's eyes flashed with cold light. He concentrated all his power into his right palm and unleashed a vicious yet immense palm strike aimed directly at Yama Hanba's vital point in the back!

But Yama Hanba's martial sense was extremely sharp. Just as the palm wind reached his body, it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The huge Yama Desolate God Slash, with a speed completely inconsistent with its size, flipped its blade and barely blocked his back!

"clang--"

A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal!

Mu Wuheng's long-awaited palm strike landed solidly on the heavy blade!

Yama Hanba felt a soft yet extremely penetrating force pass through the blade, causing his blood and qi to surge. His demonic body was involuntarily pushed forward by this tremendous force, staggering two large steps and creating two deep pits under his feet.

"Hmph!" Yama, the Drought Demon, steadied herself and slowly turned around. Looking at the black-clad man who had retreated after a single attack, her disdain deepened, yet a hint of seriousness also appeared in her eyes. "A rat is a rat! All you can do is sneak up and attack from behind?"

Mu Wuheng retreated to a safe distance, his expression shifting beneath the mask, alarm bells ringing in his mind: "The demon before me is far from simple; no wonder he demanded my personal intervention this time!"