Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"That makes sense."

Lou Junbo said in a deep voice.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their faces grim. One Ink Dragon Demon King was already difficult enough to deal with, but the addition of the cunning Snow Fox Demon King made them even more formidable.

"If they really join forces, what will they do next?" Liu Huang asked, frowning.

"Last time in Yongzhou City, it was the Snow Fox Demon King who devised the plan to have the Mammoth Demon King cause trouble and attract troops."

Li Yuan analyzed carefully, "I think she is very likely to use the same trick again."

Lou Junbo glanced at him but did not refute him.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the tent, and a messenger guard rushed in to report.

"Lord Lou, urgent report from Chenzhou!"

Lou Junbo frowned: "Speak!"

"A dragon suddenly appeared on the Chen River, stirring up trouble. Zhang Cheng, a captain of the Chenzhou Demon Suppression Division, led his men to suppress it, but they were overwhelmed and seriously wounded. They request reinforcements!"

Everyone's expression changed.

Li Yuan suddenly stood up: "It's the Black Dragon!"

Lou Junbo also stood up: "Li Yuan, you immediately take a team to Chenzhou and hold it back at all costs to stop it from continuing to slaughter the people!"

"Yes, sir!"

Li Yuan clasped his hands in acceptance of the order.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

The city of Chenzhou was peaceful and serene.

The Chen River flows through the city, with boats coming and going on its surface and merchants gathering there. It is an important waterway connecting Lingnan and the Central Plains.

Merchant ships and painted boats shuttled back and forth on the river, and the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the air.

No one noticed that a thin layer of black mist had appeared on the river downstream.

Where the black fog passed, the river water became turbid, fish rose to the surface, and the temperature quietly dropped.

A merchant ship laden with cargo sailed downstream. The captain couldn't help but shiver, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, muttering, "Strange, it's only August, why is it so cold already..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge black column of water shot into the sky from the river ahead, reaching a height of over ten zhang.

"boom!"

The water column exploded in mid-air, turning into a torrential downpour that drenched the surrounding ships. A massive, jet-black creature burst forth from the water column and soared into the sky.

It was a dragon.

It was over twenty feet long, its entire body covered in jet-black scales, and it had a single horn on its head that crackled with lightning.

His eyes, like two blood-red lanterns, gazed indifferently at the boats on the river.

"A dragon...it's a jiaolong—!"

The crowd panicked; some screamed, some knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, and some were so frightened that they collapsed on the deck.

"A bunch of ants!"

The black dragon snorted coldly, opened its blood-red maw, and swooped down towards the largest painted boat on the river.

A Mid-Autumn Festival poetry gathering is being held on the painted boat, where dozens of literati and singers are reciting poems and making music.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the enormous creature descending from the sky, watching helplessly as the black dragon bit down.

"Snap!"

The pleasure boat was bitten in two, splinters of wood flew everywhere, blood splattered, and screams of agony rose and fell.

The black dragon swallowed it whole, shook its head to clear the remains from its mouth, and then lunged at another ship.

The river was in complete chaos.

The boat went out of control, and people jumped into the water, swimming desperately towards the shore.

The black dragon thrashed wildly in the water, its long tail sweeping across, and the giant waves pushed all the boats and people to the bottom of the river. Even a large number of houses on the shore were swept away. In the blink of an eye, the once bustling riverside became a living hell.

"hold head high!"

Hearing the cries coming from the river, the black dragon let out an excited roar.

"You monster! Stop!"

With a furious shout, a figure stepped onto the roof and shot towards the riverbank.

A middle-aged man, dressed in the black uniform of the Demon Suppression Division, held a long iron staff and exuded the full aura of a mid-stage Core Formation Realm cultivator.

The visitor was Zhang Cheng, a captain in the Demon Suppression Division of Chenzhou.

He was patrolling the city when he heard the commotion by the river and rushed over immediately. The scene before him made his eyes widen in horror; the entire Chenjiang River had turned into a river of blood.

"brute!"

Zhang Cheng roared and slammed his long staff down with tremendous force toward the head of the black dragon.

The black dragon, with several people still in its mouth, sensed the attack from behind and didn't even turn its head. Its long, black tail, like a giant steel whip, collided with the long staff with a loud crash.

"clang--!"

A deafening sound rang out, and the long stick flew out of his hand, spun a few times in the air, and stuck into the silt on the riverbank.

Zhang Cheng was sent flying backward and crashed into a stone building by the river. With a loud "boom," he created a large hole, and the rubble instantly buried him.

In just one exchange, Zhang Cheng suffered a crushing defeat, unable to even retaliate.

He struggled to his feet from the rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale. This was no ordinary demon king; he didn't even have the right to a fair fight.

Thinking of this, he trembled as he took out the communication talisman and poured his last bit of spiritual power into it. The Black Flood Dragon King glanced at it coldly but did not stop him, letting the light of the communication talisman fade away.

After sending out the message talisman, Zhang Cheng felt a sense of relief, then everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The Ink Dragon Demon King snorted dismissively and continued its feast.

On the rooftop of a pavilion not far away, the Snow Fox Demon King stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the black dragon raging on the river, a triumphant smile on his lips.

Half an hour later, she looked in the direction of Xuefeng Mountain and murmured to herself.

"Judging by the time, he should be here soon."

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, several figures sped toward the northern horizon at an extremely fast speed.

The leader was Li Yuan, followed by Han Kuo, Wu Yu, and a team of elite demon-hunting guards.

"Let's go."

The Snow Fox Demon King immediately spoke up, and the black dragon, which was rampaging and reveling, plunged into the river and disappeared.

A streak of light landed, and Li Yuan looked around. The banks of the Chen River were in complete disarray, with countless wreckage and corpses floating on the surface. Most of the houses on both banks had collapsed, and flames were raging in the sky.

He released his divine sense, but could not find the Ink Dragon Demon King and the Snow Fox Demon King.

"We're late!"

Han Kuo's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

Li Yuan squatted down and examined the marks on the ground. The demonic aura of the Ink Dragon Demon King was still fresh, indicating that it had only been gone a short time.

He suddenly stood up and looked southeast: "It went that way."

"Chase!"

No one dared to delay, and they pursued the trail relentlessly.

Along the way, the Ink Dragon Demon King and the Snow Fox Demon King separated and reunited, leading them in circles.

On the way, they received another distress call from Hengyang, but when they rushed there, they found nothing again.

After wreaking havoc, the Ink Dragon Demon King made a hasty escape before they arrived, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Over the next few days, the Ink Dragon Demon King seemed to be deliberately toying with them, appearing in a new town every day or two, wreaking havoc, and then leaving before Li Yuan and the others could arrive.

From Chenzhou to Hengyang, and then from Leiyang to Yongxing... it was like playing a game of cat and mouse, and Li Yuan and the others were the mice being led by the nose, running around frantically but gaining nothing.

For a time, a climate of fear and unease pervaded all of southern Hunan, with everyone feeling insecure.

The people along the river abandoned their homes and fled into the deep mountains, not daring to spend the night in their homes for fear of attracting the demonic dragon.

Local demon-suppressing bureaus are fighting the fires everywhere, but the appearance of the Ink Dragon Demon King is completely unpredictable and random, making it impossible to guard against.