Chapter 508: Reencountering the Seven

Leng Qingzhu stopped, slightly stunned.Immediately, her pupils constricted.On the horizon, a group of moving mountains surged towards them. Their numbers were immense, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their massive bodies trampled the earth, shaking it with continuous rumbling. The sheer number of demonic beasts made them feel suffocated.

If, at this point, they still harbored a sliver of hope for escape, then the two terrifying aurae of cultivators at the ninth level of Core Formation or higher plunged them into complete despair.

Jian Linyuan's voice grew cold. "Draw your swords," he said. "Disciples of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion have their own way of dying!" Given the immense size of the demonic beast horde, survival was impossible.

Leng Qingzhu clenched her jaw slightly and drew her artifact. The five people behind her also took out their weapons.

Soon, the two sides met.

The first to meet them was Yaoyue, clad in blood-red robes. She glanced coldly at them but paid them no mind, brushing past them. Immediately after, a vast torrent of dead bodies surged forward. When they encountered the group, they automatically parted.

The earth rumbled. Crushed snow flew through the air. The group of seven stood frozen in place.

Junior Sister Shang, the weakest among them, looked somewhat dazed. "Are we... safe?"

They had expected certain death, but the opponents had let them go. Leng Qingzhu was also somewhat surprised. Uncertainly, she said, "Did I just see a human among the army of the dead? It seemed like he was controlling the army of the dead, chasing the young woman ahead?"

The others had been too awestruck by the army of the dead moments before. They hadn't noticed anything else. Hearing Leng Qingzhu, they were all astonished. "Sister Leng, you must be mistaken, right? Those weren't ordinary demonic beasts. That was the legendary undead army, commanded only by the demonic race's priests. They're also called corpse puppets. How could a human control corpse puppets?"

Someone raised a question. Leng Qingzhu gave an embarrassed smile. "Perhaps I was just seeing things." She, too, felt what she had seen was rather absurd.

Jian Linyuan, however, turned around and looked in the direction the beast tide had departed. His eyes flashed with astonishment. "You weren't mistaken. There really was a human, controlling the army of the dead and chasing that young woman."

Leng Qingzhu was greatly startled. "Senior Brother, since when have humans been able to control an undead army? And why would he be chasing another human? That young woman was covered in blood and severely injured, from what I saw."

Jian Linyuan's eyes, however, gleamed with excitement. "A human young woman? With that overwhelming demonic aura, how could she be a human young woman? If my guess is correct, she should be the demonic race's current priestess, Yaoyue!"

"Ah!!!" The other six Heavenly Secret Pavilion disciples gasped in horror.

"She... she's Yaoyue, the one renowned as the Demonic Race's proud daughter? It's rumored that she was born in human form. At just eighteen years old, she already possesses the strength of a ninth-level Core Formation cultivator, comparable to the Demonic Emperor's Ten Great Generals! But she's a demonic priestess, shouldn't the undead army be under *her* control? How could *our* human race be commanding the undead army to pursue her?"

Leng Qingzhu gasped, drawing a sharp breath. "What's going on with the Nine Sects lately? Genius cultivators are emerging one after another! Not long ago, there was that ruthless masked individual, and now another one is chasing a demonic priestess? Are the Nine Sects trying to defy heaven?"

The others also felt a bit numb. Was this still the Nine Sects they knew?

Jian Linyuan chuckled. "Where would so many geniuses come from? They are the same person!"

The others were shocked again. Leng Qingzhu's emotions surged. "Senior Brother Jian, are you saying this person is the masked youth who defeated us?" She had been greatly bothered by their crushing defeat in that battle. As a prodigy of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, to be defeated by an unknown young disciple was a monumental humiliation!

Upon suddenly learning that the person who had seized the demonic priestess's army of the dead and was chasing her was none other than the unknown youth, she was utterly dumbfounded.

Jian Linyuan smiled faintly. "Though he lacks the mask now, that demonic blood energy emanating from his body belongs to no one else but him. Let's go. We should also go see what's happening."

Yaoyue was panting heavily. After the intense battle, continuous flight, and being severely wounded twice, she was now barely able to hold on. Her speed visibly slowed down. But she still gritted her teeth, stubbornly running forward. Because she had already felt the vibrations from the ground ahead. The demonic beast army of the demonic race was arriving!

Jiang Fan also sensed it. Standing atop the hundred-zhang giant python, he could already see the swirling snow at the edge of the sky. His gaze darkened. It was just as Yaoyue had said. The demonic race had another army! Judging by the ground vibrations, it was an army of at least a thousand demonic beasts!

"Hmph! Jiang Fan, it's still uncertain who will prevail!" Yaoyue sneered, expending her last bit of strength to rush towards the reinforcements.

Jiang Fan's eyes revealed a murderous intent. Demonic priestesses were usually heavily protected deep within the demonic realm. If she escaped back, he might never have another chance to kill her in this lifetime! This was the only chance! Gritting his teeth, Jiang Fan said coldly, "Are you celebrating too soon?"

As his words fell, a materialized spike surged from his glabella.

Yaoyue seemed to sense something, turning her head, her face changed dramatically. "Oh no!" She had actually forgotten. Jiang Fan had another divine ability! A soul attack! She tried to dodge, but the soul attack was faster than lightning, giving her no time at all. It instantly plunged into her soul.

"Ah!!" The heart-wrenching pain made Yaoyue's body stiffen. Under inertia, she tumbled to the ground.

Jiang Fan's eyes hardened. The Five Magnet Primeval Mountain slammed down. The shadowy aura of death on Yaoyue's body struggled to resist it. But Jiang Fan gave her no quarter. With a thought, the nine-headed giant python slammed violently into the Five Magnet Primeval Mountain. This caused the Five Magnet Primeval Mountain to press down fiercely.

"Ah!" Yaoyue screamed again, completely pinned beneath it. Instantly, she was a bloody mess. But she was not yet dead. She was still struggling, trying to move the Five Magnet Primeval Mountain. "She's not dead yet?"

Jiang Fan drew his Purple Sword. To be safe, he used sword manipulation to stab at her heart from a distance. *Thwack!*

Yaoyue raised her hand and grabbed the Purple Sword. The sharp sword light instantly severed her five fingers and pierced through her palm. But because of this, it got stuck in her palm, unable to penetrate her heart, which was so close.

Yaoyue was covered in blood, frothy blood continually streamed from her mouth, and her eyes were filled with fury. "Jiang Fan! Must you kill me?"

Jiang Fan looked as if he had heard a joke. He said coldly, "How many people from our Nine Sects have been killed by your army of the dead? Among them are strangers, acquaintances, and even my friends! Tell me, do you deserve to die?"

Yaoyue gritted her teeth and said, "What about you then? With that demonic blood energy flowing through you, how many of my demonic people have you killed? Do they not have parents, wives, and children? Do they not have friends and relatives? What, are only human lives considered lives, and our demonic lives not? Why are you the only one who can kill my people?"

Jiang Fan was momentarily stunned. Beast kings above the Core Formation stage possessed sentience. They too had emotions, families, and friends. In terms of slaughter, Jiang Fan had killed no less than Yaoyue.

However, Jiang Fan quickly recovered. His eyes sharpened. "Demonic woman, you almost misled me! Yes, my hands are stained with the blood of your demonic race. But isn't all of this because your demonic race invaded first, and I was merely retaliating?"

Yaoyue immediately averted her gaze, feeling a pang of guilt. The origin of the war between the two races was indeed the demonic race's invasion, wasn't it? She retorted defiantly, "But the war was initiated by the Demonic Emperor. I was just following orders."

Jiang Fan coldly shook his head. "There's no need for sophistry! No matter what flowery words you speak, you will die!"

At this moment, the army of the dead caught up from behind. Jiang Fan commanded, "Trample her to death!" Even if Yaoyue was at the ninth level of Core Formation, she couldn't withstand the trampling of such a vast army of the dead, could she?

Yaoyue's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed in shock and anger, "Jiang Fan! Don't force me to drag you down with me! If I die, you won't have an easy time either!"