Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Guimo had been tracking the demon race for several days and had some understanding of the three's combat strength. He originally thought that Mingji would not lose so quickly, but he did not expect that Langhuan, the demon emperor who rose to power through her parents' influence, was far stronger than he had anticipated.

Logically speaking, Langhuan is the only demon emperor among the three, so he should be the one to deal with her. The reason he didn't take action is because he underestimated her fighting ability.

Mo Ming observed for a while before finally making his move. However, he did not engage in direct combat but instead seized the opportunity to cooperate with the Azure Demon King, attacking Xu Xuan from various tricky angles.

Qingcang was injured and used a powerful and aggressive style, so he naturally couldn't keep up for long. With Moming's help, his emotions stabilized and he stopped his relentless attacks.

"That's interesting."

A sinister voice echoed from within the black mist, "This little demon queen named Langhuan has actually managed to create such an interesting fighting style using magical artifacts; it has certainly opened my eyes."

"Ming Ji, go help Xu Xuan. I'll take over this."

He stopped watching; amidst the surging ghostly energy, he transformed into a black afterimage and crashed straight into Langhuan.

Langhuan was prepared. With a flick of her wrist, she threw out three magical treasures at the same time. A bronze mirror shone brightly, reflecting her illusion.

"Knock knock knock!"

An ancient bronze bell emitted a melodious ringing sound, which surprisingly had the effect of attacking the soul, slowing down the monster's speed.

Another string of bone beads swelled with the wind, forming a golden path. Langhuan's figure flashed, and she appeared a hundred meters away.

The elusive creature pierced through the illusion, creating only a ripple in the air.

"You run pretty fast."

The cunning man's tone carried a hint of surprise, "Your magical artifacts are quite interesting."

"I find you rather uninteresting. Are all demons so sneaky and furtive?"

Langhuan's face was a little pale, but she still remained coldly sarcastic. Her demonic power was greatly depleted, and she knew that she would be unable to contend with Guimo today.

But she couldn't back down. This demon was ruthless and vicious; if she were no match for him, he would surely kill her.

"We demons only care about the result in battle, never the process."

A bloodthirsty smile crept across his lips as he looked at Langhuan as if she were some delicious prey.

Langhuan's heart sank, and she waved her hand, scattering several more magical treasures.

As time went on, the three demons gradually lost control.

Mo Ming was accidentally hit by Ming Ji's demonic fire, and staggered and fell to his knees on the snow.

Qingcang tried to rush over to help, but his ankle was entangled by Xu Xuan's shadow threads, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Only Langhuan was still gritting her teeth and holding on, her face already as pale as paper, yet she stubbornly withstood the overwhelming black fog of the strange creature, not retreating an inch.

"Stop struggling, just surrender obediently, you can't escape!"

Gui Mo let out a wild laugh. He was skilled in psychological attacks, and Lang Huan was distracted for a moment and was almost knocked away.

"Oh? Is that so? Then let's see who can't escape today."

A mocking voice suddenly rang out, and a vast force shot down from the sky.

The power was not violent, but it was like an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire battlefield. Then, a silver-white blade of light tore through the wind and snow, pierced through the sky, and slashed straight at the Ghostly Beast.

"Why is it you?"

The strange creature swayed slightly, and black mist condensed into a wall that blocked the blade's edge, emitting a muffled roar.

He looked up, a flash of shock crossing his eyes, which then turned into bloodthirsty excitement.

"What? Are you disappointed?"

Li Yuan sneered, standing on the snow ridge, his trench coat fluttering, his sword already drawn, starlight flickering around him.

Frost stood beside him, his ice sword hanging low, its blade covered in a layer of white frost.

Ji Fanghua was last, her palm faintly rippling with spatial energy.

"Miss Langhuan."

Li Yuan nodded to the Demon Emperor Langhuan, "You all retreat over here, leave these three guys to us."

Having said that, he raised his sword and attacked.

He didn't rush into a fierce attack. Instead, he circled around the edge of the battlefield, his blade flashing like stardust. He repelled Ming Ji's demonic fire with one move and then severed the shadow threads wrapped around Qing Cang's ankle with another.

The treacherous creature had already seized the opportunity to attack, but Li Yuan was at ease, slashing at his flank with a gust of wind, forcibly diverting his attention from Lang Huan.

Thank you.

Having caught her breath, Langhuan immediately regained her footing. She quickly swallowed a Qi-restoring pill and seized the time to recover her demonic power.

The eerie black mist was all-pervasive, but when it encountered Li Yuan's star field, it was suppressed by the hazy starlight.

Langhuan could see clearly that Li Yuan was not in a hurry to win quickly. He used his star field to cover himself, and his blade light was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which restrained the rhythm of the strange beast.

"Miss Langhuan, the Mirror of Enlightenment."

Li Yuan launched a rapid attack, forcing the strange creature to slow down, and suddenly shouted loudly.

Langhuan understood immediately.

A blue ancient mirror flew out, and she bit her fingertip and quickly drew a rune on the mirror surface.

"Buzz!"

The ancient mirror hummed, reflecting a beam of pale blue light that shone directly into the eerie fog.

In an instant, the elusive figure of the ghostly creature paused slightly, as if it had been frozen in place and could not move.

Just as the strange creature was locked in the blue light, Li Yuan's knife arrived.

The blade pierced through the black mist, striking precisely at the core of the monster. A burst of silver-white blade light erupted, tearing a huge rift in the monster's shell.

"Aaaaaah!"

The ghostly creature let out a deep growl, and billowing black energy surged out from it, trying to repair its wounds. But Li Yuan gave it no chance to catch its breath, his sword strikes relentless.

At the same time, the law of time was activated, and Li Yuan's movements suddenly became unpredictable, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, in the eyes of the ghost.

Li Yuan's trajectory became blurred, and Gui Mo suddenly realized that every time he predicted the location, it was off by an inch or two compared to the actual location.

In a battle between masters, even the slightest difference in skill can cause his defenses to repeatedly fail.

Langhuan quickly used the mirror light to coordinate, and the two did not speak, but their coordination was exquisite.

"Well……"

The strange creature's body was torn apart by the blade's light once again, this time more severely injured, with a noticeable hole appearing in the black mist.

"You brat, two against one!"

"Heh, you didn't mention any rules when you launched your sneak attack," Li Yuan said coldly.

In the distance, Leng Ningshuang and Ji Fanghua also joined the battle. Qing Cang staggered backward, covered in blood, and leaned against an ice wall, panting.

The situation on the field was three against two. Leng Ningshuang's ice and snow power was like a fish in water in the snow mountain. With a horizontal sword strike, the flying snow turned into a crystal ice wall to block Ming Ji's way.

Ming Ji's demonic fire burned through the ice wall, sending ice shards flying, but that brief delay caused Ming Ji to miss the best opportunity to rescue, as Ji Fanghua's blade had already quietly caught up.

Qingcang Caiyun took a breath, then suddenly swung its claws and joined the fight again. Although injured, it fought with increasing ferocity.

Xu Xuan was tightly entangled by his frenzied fighting style and could not break free. Behind him was Mo Ming, that old cunning bastard, who kept looking for opportunities to launch sneak attacks, making it impossible for him to defend against them.

Knowing that his plan to ambush the demon race had failed, Guimo felt he had to retreat. He forcefully broke free from the entanglement of the starlight and let out a sharp shriek.

“Wuwu!”

Upon hearing the howling, Ming Ji and Xu Xuan immediately responded with their own howls. These howls were extremely piercing, striking directly at the soul, causing everyone to pause slightly.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Ming Ji gritted her teeth, suddenly ignited her demonic blood, and burst into a large ball of black and purple demonic fire, forcing Leng Ning Shuang back several steps. Then she turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed into the wind and snow.

Xu Xuan crushed a gray-white bone talisman, causing its shadow threads to grow rapidly, momentarily blocking Qing Cang and Mo Ming, before taking the opportunity to escape.