Chapter 928: Fang the Old Demon

Qin Sang quickly put the small incident out of his mind. They were getting closer and closer to the Seven Kills Hall.

This time, he had arrived earlier.

It was said that since the immortal formation was constantly changing, the Witch Clan's method for breaking the formation this time was different from the last, potentially offering an opportunity to observe.

The winds and waves grew stronger. Qin Sang knew the Seven Kills Hall was near, and indeed, after flying a short distance, his eyes lit up as the enormous sea pit and wind wall appeared before him, as stunning as ever.

Qin Sang glanced at it, then swept his gaze around, surprised to find only two figures nearby.

However, the Great Witch Priest and other Nascent Soul cultivators were nowhere to be seen.

After a brief contemplation, Qin Sang retreated slightly and then flew around the wind wall in another direction.

As he was about to round the other side of the sea pit, Qin Sang paused, a look of surprise on his face. Ahead, there were over a dozen cultivators clustered closely together, intently watching something.

No wonder there were so few people elsewhere; they had all gathered here.

Qin Sang thought for a moment, put away his ebony sword, and casually took out a flying sword, relying on his swordsmanship for protection. He had too many enemies, and they were all from major powers, so he didn't want others to connect him to his true identity.

When he had previously met Elder Zou, he had also left the Heavenly Corpse Coffin and his avatar elsewhere.

With a whoosh, Qin Sang broke through the wind and waves, flying to the front, not far from the group.

The others glanced at Qin Sang, then withdrew their gazes, focusing intently on what was ahead.

At this point, Qin Sang also saw the scene.

In front of the wind wall, for some unknown reason, it was exceptionally calm. The hurricane seemed to be blocked by some force, unable to intrude, always swirling past the edges.

Such a place was unique within the storm zone. Some cultivators were suspended there, clearly divided into two factions, each with over a dozen people.

"Witch Clan and human Nascent Souls!"

Qin Sang's pupils contracted as he was shocked to find that every one of those figures possessed an astonishingly powerful aura; without exception, they were all Nascent Soul cultivators.

"They arrived long ago. The absence of wind and waves, such calm, is it the power of a spirit formation?" Qin Sang mused to himself, his gaze sweeping over the Nascent Souls, then fixing on the sea below. Even powerful Nascent Soul cultivators dared not underestimate the gray hurricane; only a formidable spirit formation could achieve such tranquility.

"As expected!" Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly as he noticed countless white specks floating beneath the sea surface. "Those white specks must be manifestations of the spirit formation's power. The one controlling the formation should be the Great Witch Priest of the Witch Clan, a Grand Cultivator of the late Nascent Soul stage."

He had long admired the Great Witch Priest of the Witch Clan. Shifting his gaze, he looked at the Witch Clan's Nascent Souls and easily spotted a white-haired woman surrounded by others.

The woman wore a luxurious long robe, its patterns somewhat resembling divine runes. She wore a half-mask, thin as a cicada's wing, also adorned with mysterious patterns.

Her red lips were full and vibrant, and her eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they could captivate one's soul.

All signs indicated that this woman was the Great Witch Priest of the Witch Clan.

"Full head of white hair, yet skin like a young girl; her age is indiscernible, but she must be an ancient monster," Qin Sang thought, not daring to stare at the Great Witch Priest. His gaze shifted, moving to the human faction.

To dare confront the Great Witch Priest, the human race's strength shouldn't be too inferior. Last time, the Demonic Lord himself was present...

Qin Sang's heart stirred slightly. He immediately spotted an old Daoist priest holding a horsetail whisk, his eyes slightly closed, with an ethereal demeanor, seemingly indifferent to everything.

The old Daoist wore a moon-white Daoist robe, on which were inscribed the ancient seal characters for "Heavenly Dao."

"Is this the sect leader of Heavenly Dao Sect, Ling Zhuzi? His aura is in no way inferior to the Great Witch Priest's. Truly, his reputation precedes him!"

Qin Sang had spent a considerable amount of time in Canglang Sea and had a good understanding of the various major human factions.

Ling Zhuzi was another Grand Cultivator of the late Nascent Soul stage among humans, a leader of the righteous path, and renowned alongside the Demonic Lord.

Among the other human Nascent Souls, some clustered around Ling Zhuzi, while others deliberately kept a distance, appearing to hold him in respectful awe.

"Those people must be the demonic Nascent Souls. It seems the Demonic Lord didn't come this time. Are the two Grand Cultivators taking turns dealing with the Witch Clan?" Seeing this, Qin Sang surmised some of the underlying details.

At this moment, the powerful Nascent Soul cultivators from both clans were gathered here, but none spoke or made any moves, seemingly waiting for a specific moment.

Naturally, Qin Sang and the others dared not rush them, honestly guarding the periphery.

Inside the storm, it was impossible to tell the time of day. Qin Sang silently calculated and estimated it was already the hour of Xu (7-9 PM). In a little over an hour, the Great Witch Priest would use a formation to break another.

As time passed, more and more cultivators arrived. Qin Sang had been observing discreetly but did not see Elder Zou or the others, wondering if they were concealing their identities.

Not all the Nascent Souls from both clans were feigning sleep; some occasionally looked towards the Golden Core cultivators outside.

"What? Elder Devil Mu, are you looking for someone?"

Several demonic Nascent Souls stood together. Without the Demonic Lord to back them, they were very low-key when facing the two Grand Cultivators.

One of the blood-robed elders suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at a black-robed demonic cultivator beside him, noticing that his actions seemed somewhat unusual.

Elder Devil Mu chuckled, evading the question. "Old Ghost Blood, you're still so fond of meddling. Since the Demonic Lord isn't here this time, you'd better be careful not to fall into that old Daoist's hands."

The blood-robed elder replied indifferently, "The Witch Clan is our common enemy, how could Fellow Daoist Ling Zhuzi be so unreasonable?" Despite his words, a hint of solemnity flashed in the blood-robed elder's eyes.

Elder Devil Mu opened his mouth, about to say something more.

Ling Zhuzi suddenly opened his eyes, turning to look outside the spatial area, divine light flickering within his gaze.

The numerous Nascent Souls were startled, following Ling Zhuzi's gaze, but they only saw a chaotic storm.

Just as everyone was perplexed, they suddenly heard a sharp chirping sound like cicadas.

The sound was unusually rapid and initially very faint, but amidst the deafening roar of the wind and waves, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"A withered leaf cicada! It's Elder Devil Fang!"

"It's him! How did that old monster get here?"

Hearing the cicada's chirp, the human Nascent Souls' expressions all changed.

Even Ling Zhuzi showed a solemn expression.

In contrast, the Witch Clan cultivators had hints of joy on their faces, as if the newcomer was a powerful reinforcement.

The cicada's chirping grew louder and louder, seemingly capable of overriding the sound of the wind and waves. It entered their ears in waves, as if assaulting their minds, making them extremely irritable.

A moment later, a fierce gust of wind suddenly broke through the wind and waves. The cicada's chirping reached an extreme pitch, and the Golden Core cultivators' expressions became somewhat unusual.

Whoosh! The fierce wind rushed into the calm space, then swiftly dispersed, revealing its true form.

Someone gasped, their face filled with disbelief.

The newcomer was not a cultivator at all, but a spirit cicada the size of a fist!

The cicada's wings resembled withered leaves. Cultivators familiar with the path of spirit insects instantly recognized it as a legendary and rare miraculous insect: the Withered Leaf Cicada!

As the Withered Leaf Cicada appeared, its eyes shone with intelligent light, as if human souls were hidden within, making it extremely bizarre.

The Great Witch Priest flashed forward to meet the Withered Leaf Cicada, her voice filled with pleasant surprise. "Fellow Daoist Fang, I didn't expect you to come as well."