The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Boom—

The sky above Jinling was once again illuminated by the light of swords.

Countless people covered their ears, stood in front of their windows, and stared in disbelief at the mountains and forests outside the city.

"no?"

"Again?"

At the edge of the suburban forest, a golden crescent-shaped sword beam rose from the ground, hundreds of meters high, vertically cleaving through the night.

That moment.

The entire city of Jinling was illuminated by golden light.

The broadcast footage in mid-air was instantly overexposed.

All that remained on the screen was a blinding golden light.

The audience could only vaguely see that the dozen or so great demon kings were frantically urging their demon soldiers, some revealing their true forms, some hiding in the rocks, and some unleashing their protective demonic energy.

But the sword light slashed straight at it.

All the struggles were as fragile as paper.

boom--

The demonic energy shattered.

The demon's body exploded.

Before he could even let out a scream, he was hacked to pieces.

After a full few breaths.

The blinding golden light gradually faded away.

The broadcast footage was restored.

On the hilltop, Wang Quanyue had just finished swinging his sword.

He still stands before the border of Nanjing.

His yellow robe fluttered in the wind.

A long sword hangs obliquely.

Before him, a huge ravine nearly a hundred meters wide had appeared on the ground.

The ravine stretched into the depths of the night, with no end in sight.

The rocks on both sides melted.

The broken wood is burning.

Sections of charred bones lay scattered in the cracked soil, wisps of black smoke rising from them.

Of the more than ten powerful demon kings who had joined forces with the weasel along the way, only four were still alive.

The rest of the demon race left behind in the world were just a few charred bones whose appearance was unrecognizable.

"Gulp!"

The minotaur slumped to the edge of the ravine, his throat bobbing violently.

It stared wide-eyed at a black horn not far away.

That's the horn of the Great Rhinoceros Demon King.

That guy's defense is even stronger than itss.

But with that sword strike, not even a complete corpse was left.

If it had been just half a step slower...

At this moment, all that remains on the ground is probably a pair of bull horns.

The minotaur's throat tightened.

It raised its hand and touched its forehead; its palm was icy cold and covered in cold sweat.

"weasel!"

"What do we do?!"

He leaned against a broken tree to stand up, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The weasel scanned its surroundings, its face extremely gloomy.

Thirteen great demon kings entered the mountain.

Now only four of them remain.

This sword strike shattered their last hope of escaping unscathed.

It suddenly looked up.

The golden sealing array had pressed down to the top of the treetops, leaving only a gap of five or six meters.

Half a minute at most.

Nanjing would be completely sealed off.

At that time, none of them will be able to leave.

"run."

The weasel gritted its teeth and took a small yellow flag from its waist.

"You...run!"

It gripped the small flag tightly, its voice hoarse.

"I'll tear open a gap in an instant."

"You guys rush out in that instant!"

A glimmer of hope simultaneously appeared in the eyes of the Minotaur and the other two great demon kings.

But that glimmer of hope was quickly suppressed.

The minotaur's face showed grief.

"weasel……"

"Shut up!!!"

The weasel suddenly turned around, its eyes fierce.

Stop with that hypocritical act!

"If this drags on any longer, none of them will survive!"

A hint of shame flashed in the bull-headed demon's eyes.

But that shame was quickly suppressed by the will to survive.

It adjusted the sack on its shoulder and said through gritted teeth, "Thanks very much."

"When we return to the demon realm, we will definitely send your clan a generous gift!"

"Oh."

The weasel chuckled.

"Let's talk about it when you can get out of here alive."

After saying that, it used its cane to pick up the tattered hat from the bush and put it back on its head.

The brim of the hat had a hole in it.

That ill-fitting suit was already covered in mud and demon blood.

But it still straightened its back and slowly straightened its collar.

Then, it looked at the boy holding a sword in the moonlight.

"I never expected this."

"That old bastard Wang Quan Shouzhuo actually went out of his way to release you."

With a push of its thumb, the top of the cane popped open, revealing a dark hole.

It held the small yellow flag and plunged it into the hole.

"Buzz~"

The entire cane began to tremble, and black smoke kept billowing out of the flag.

"Are you really not afraid..."

The weasel slowly raised its head.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.

"You died out there?!"

woohoo-

A black gale rose from beneath its feet, growing stronger and stronger.

Twisted, eerie shadows squeezed out from the flag.

Some only have half a head left.

Some had broken knives stuck in their chests.

Others dragged their broken chains, letting out sharp howls in the wind.

"Ahhhhh—"

"Humans—"

"die!!!"

"die--"

The piercing shriek echoed across the country via the broadcast.

Countless viewers felt their eardrums ache and their stomachs churn.

"Holy crap! What is this thing?"

"Listening to this makes me dizzy and nauseous!"

"Damn, this thing is kind of scary!"

"I was so scared I cried!"

"You're fucking scared out of your wits!"

The bull-headed demon's eyes lit up with wild joy when he saw the yellow flag being raised.

"Prepare for a surprise attack!"

"good!"

The remaining two great demon kings roared simultaneously.

They also recognized the yellow flag.

The secret weapon of the weasel clan.

The Soul-Nourishing Flag.

The flag contains the remnant souls of powerful members of the weasel clan who have fallen throughout history.

more importantly.

The ancestors of the weasel clan once included a great leader of the demon race.

That's a being at the level of a demon saint!

Even if only a remnant soul remains.

With the help of the weasel clan's talent for summoning spirits, it would be enough to tear a way out before this sealing formation closes!

"die?"

Wang Quan raised his sword again at the beginning of the month.

His eyes remained cold and expressionless.

"The royal family wields swords solely to defend their borders and protect their people."

"If I die on the path of protecting the country, it will be a worthy death."

The weasel's face contorted instantly, and it burst into wild laughter.

"Protect the nation?"

"Hahaha!"

"You damn patriot, why don't you go to the border then?!"

"Why did I have to appear here of all places?"

"Damn it!"

Its voice grew increasingly hoarse and frantic.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—"

"Damn it!!!"

next moment,

The weasel raised the Soul-Nourishing Flag, treading with strange steps, spinning in circles in the mountain wind, chanting a sinister and eerie tune.

"The sun sets in the west, and darkness falls—"

call--

The lyrics fell silent.

Black mist rose into the sky from within the flag.

The bright moon was obscured.

The starlight went out.

Even the golden sealing array seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

The entire city of Nanjing seemed to have been dragged into a cold, ghostly realm.

"Burning incense and setting up an altar to invite the Yellow Immortal—"

The weasel held the flag in both hands and slammed it into the ground.

A plume of black smoke emerged from the flag.

The black smoke landed and condensed into a table in front of it.

On the table.

The six offering plates were empty.

The weasel continued singing, its steps unsettling:

"The smoke from the incense burner reaches the cave, inviting the immortals of our sect."

puff-

The lyrics had just finished.

It raised its hand to its eye socket and ripped it out.

Two eyeballs rolled off and were thrown into the first offering plate.

When viewers across the country saw this scene, they instantly got goosebumps.

The weasel in the picture, however, seemed to feel no pain.

It continued to turn around.

Keep singing.

"The Yellow Gate Patriarch left the deep mountains, riding the wind and stepping through the mist to arrive at the hall."

puff-

It then tore off both ears.

With a swift turn of her feet, she landed steadily on the second offering plate.

The two offering plates sank simultaneously, and black smoke immediately enveloped them.

"This disciple has a difficult matter today, and troubles the Ancestor to descend before me."

The nation's audience had just thought they had gotten used to this evil ritual.

next second.

The weasel leaped up and then landed.

Its fur was completely stripped off.

The demon's blood-soaked body was exposed to the camera.

The fur, however, folded up lightly and fell into the third offering plate.

That scene left many viewers with pale lips and weak legs.

Even after landing, the weasel did not stop, raising its hands high.

wow-

puff-

It plucked off the nose and tongue with one claw.

With his other hand, he suddenly stabbed into his heart.

puff--

It forcibly ripped out a still-beating demon heart.

pat!

Offerings are made from the six senses and seven orifices to invite the gods!

The last three offerings were all placed on a plate!

The weasel knelt down completely.

Because it had already sacrificed its tongue, its last words were hoarse and indistinct.

"Open... grace manifests and points... the way."

"This disciple will forever... offer incense."