Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"So what? The two races don't trust each other. As long as we find the right opportunity, we can defeat them one by one."

The cunning man scoffed at it.

A few days later, the three demons emerged from the mountains and entered the icy plains.

This place is a dead end, covered with thick layers of ice that have been frozen for millions of years. The extreme cold makes it impossible to see any living creature here.

As soon as they entered the icy plains, a blizzard struck, with fierce winds whipping up raging snowflakes, making it extremely difficult even for cultivators.

Langhuan stood outside the tent, gazing at the leaden clouds rapidly piling up on the horizon, a faint unease creeping into her heart.

These past few days she has been on high alert, taking turns on guard duty each day. Visibility is extremely poor in the snowy weather, and her spiritual sense is suppressed. Even if she is careful, she is ultimately unable to be completely foolproof.

Two more days passed, and the blizzard grew increasingly fierce. The gale swept up ice fragments like thousands of sharp blades across the snowfield, plunging the world into chaos. The three of them struggled against the wind and snow, relying entirely on their demonic power to protect themselves and resist the violent forces of nature.

Suddenly, the Azure Demon King, who was in charge of scouting, exclaimed in surprise, "What is that?"

Upon hearing the sound, the Demon Emperor Langhuan looked over and saw a huge black shadow connecting heaven and earth in the distance, rushing towards them with the howling wind sounding like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

She immediately took to the air to investigate, and saw a huge whirlwind rise from the ground, like a giant pillar supporting the sky and touching the earth, dragging a swirling snow curtain as it swept towards them.

"It's a snow tornado!"

Langhuan's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "Run!"

"Awoo!"

Upon hearing this, Qingcang let out a long howl, its form transforming into a giant azure wolf, and it ran wildly with all four hooves.

The snow dragon was moving too fast, and the demonic power here was suppressed, so the only way to resist it was by relying on the strength of the demon's own body.

Seeing this, Mo Ming also transformed into a huge black snake, winding its way forward on the snow, its speed not inferior to that of the Azure Wolf.

Only Langhuan continued to fly low in the wind. Before long, the snow dragon tornado caught up with her, and the wind pressure it brought was like a giant wall, crashing into her fiercely.

"Bang!"

Qingcang was lifted into the air and flung dozens of feet away, crashing heavily onto the snow. He rolled over a dozen times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Langhuan, being the Demon Empress, brushed past the wind without colliding with it. Moming, on the other hand, slid right past the wind wall, but he wasn't unscathed either, his blood churning from the aftershocks.

The two avoided the blizzard, crouching low in the snow. Only when the snow tornado finally roared past did they turn back to look for Qingcang, and with great difficulty, they dug him out of the snowdrift.

Qingcang looked truly disheveled, covered in blood, with a gash on his back from an ice blade.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Langhuan frowned and asked.

"He won't die."

Qingcang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered, "I just need to stop and find a place to rest."

Langhuan looked around and saw an ice wall not far away, which would be perfect for blocking the wind. She said, "Let's hide over there for a while and leave after you've healed."

The three of them leaned against the ice rock, looking at the storm in the distance with lingering fear. Even demons were no match for the raging wind and snow.

The group was exhausted, and Langhuan couldn't care less about anything else in this environment. They all started meditating to regulate their breathing, wanting only to leave this awful place as soon as possible.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and a jade pendant emitted a bright light.

wrong.

She looked up abruptly, and in the wind and snow, a faint black mist had appeared and silently sealed off the space around the three of them.

The mist, as if it were alive, was slowly tightening, clearly not a naturally formed substance.

"Enemy attack!"

Langhuan shouted sternly.

Before she could finish speaking, a black demonic flame shot out from the mist, heading straight for her face.

"boom!"

Langhuan leaned back, barely dodging the attack. The demonic flames grazed her forehead and blasted a large, charred hole in the ice rock behind her.

The ice rock was as hard as iron, yet it was pierced through with a single blow, demonstrating its immense power.

Ming Ji's figure slowly emerged from the dark purple mist, looking down at her with a cold smile on her lips.

"Demon Emperor? It's a pity that my life is about to end here today."

Immediately afterward, Xu Xuan's figure slid out from another direction without a sound. He tilted his head, glanced at Qing Cang, and smiled sinisterly: "An injured animal, perfect for roasting and eating."

"Eat your grandma!"

Although Qingcang was injured, his temper was not diminished at all. He grabbed a thick-backed heavy sword and pounced.

Xu Xuan nimbly dodged his blade strike, flicking a gray-white wisp of silk from his fingertip, which wrapped around Qing Cang's wrist.

Qingcang nimbly dodged, his injuries still not healed, yet he fought with increasing ferocity, his sword strikes becoming more and more ferocious and faster, as if he felt no pain.

Xu Xuan originally thought he had gotten a lucky break and planned to use the Shadow Binding Technique to tightly bind him and slowly wear him down.

To his surprise, the wolf's reckless and suicidal fighting style made him hesitant to attack, fearing he might be hurt by the madman, and he could only dodge.

Having finally found the right moment, he used the Shadow Silk to bind Qingcang, but unexpectedly, he broke free with brute force.

"Awoo!"

Qingcang roared, and a blade rained down like a storm. Xu Xuan dared not take it head-on, and could only dodge continuously, unable to unleash his full power, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

On the other side, Ming Ji's demonic flames surged towards Lang Huan wave after wave. At first, Lang Huan was not used to the demons' fighting style and was very passive.

However, she quickly adjusted her rhythm, realized that physical attacks were ineffective, and stopped trying to fight Hades head-on.

She raised her hand and threw out a bronze-colored round shield. The shield expanded in the wind, transforming into a giant shield that blocked all of Ming Ji's black demonic flames.

With his other hand, he made a hand seal, and a burst of emerald green needles shot out from between his fingers, piercing through the gaps in the demonic flames and heading straight for Ming Ji's throat.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Ming Ji dodged the flying needles, but then heard a sharp shriek above her head. A silver net descended from the sky, covering her head.

"Is this how you fight? If you're so capable, let's have a real fight!"

The endless stream of high-level magical artifacts nearly broke Ming Ji's defenses, and she cursed angrily.

"Hehe, that's really funny."

The Demon Queen Langhuan sneered arrogantly, "You take advantage of our vulnerability to launch a sneak attack and you still think you're right? So the most impressive thing about the demon race is their shamelessness."

"you!"

Ming Ji hadn't expected her to be so sharp-tongued, and she gritted her teeth in anger. She had just unleashed a demonic flame to incinerate the silver net when she suddenly realized that the net was just a feint.

The real killer move comes from where you stand.

A flash of cold light, and a golden chain had silently wrapped around her calf, tightening abruptly and dragging her over.

She instantly turned into smoke with a bang, trying to break free of the chains and fly away, but the chains were so magical that they bound her tightly inside.

Ming Ji was taken aback. She unleashed her full power, her body blazing with demonic flames, and with a bang, she broke free of her chains.

She glared angrily at Langhuan, retreating rapidly. Clearly wary of Langhuan's dazzling magical treasures, she dared not get close again and switched to ranged attacks.

However, this greatly reduced her combat power. Her cultivation level was lower than Langhuan's, and she only gained the upper hand by launching a sneak attack and because the other party did not understand her fighting style.

The monstrous creature did not make its way to the battlefield; instead, it transformed into black mist and hovered above the battlefield, overlooking the fighting on the ground.

The Demon King Mo Ming shared the same attitude, having been observing the battle from the sidelines.