I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals-Chapter 398: Cross-Realm Divine Intent, Evergreen’s Reversal

Chapter 398: Cross-Realm Divine Intent, Evergreen’s Reversal

Lan Chang'an let out a muffled groan as his soul trembled, dizziness overwhelming him. Blood seeped from his ears, nose, and eyes.

At this moment, he finally experienced what it felt like for the Barbed Arrow to kill other Nascent Souls.

If not for his fusion with his fourth life, which made his soul comparable to the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he might have suffered serious injuries.

The deep "umph" sound from the giant demon’s head seemed to contain some kind of divine power. Even after being weakened by the grand sealing formation, it still swept over Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng.

“When did the ancient giant demon regain its consciousness? And what was that spiritual impact just now?”

Jing Wufeng’s face turned pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was forced to halt the restoration of the formation.

The two of them hurriedly glanced toward the giant demon’s head in the abyss.

One of its pupils remained hollow and indifferent.

The other pupil, however, lit up with a dark blue crescent moon imprint, mysterious and majestic, carrying a faint trace of mockery. It was as if an unparalleled sovereign was gazing down upon the insignificant beings of this realm.

After the previous wave of impact triggered a tide of demonic energy, the dark blue crescent moon imprint in the demon’s eye had dimmed by more than half.

The Eight-Dragon Lock, which bound the giant demon, radiated brilliant golden dragon-patterned light. Eight enormous golden-scaled dragon phantoms coiled around the upper half of the demon’s body, tightening around its neck.

Zzzt zzzt!

The densely packed formation runes on the dragon locks activated, unleashing streaks of five-colored lightning chains, which wrapped around and struck the upper half of the demon’s body. Thick black smoke swirled around its head.

"You two little ones up there, do not panic."

A weak and aged voice emerged from the Eight-Dragon Lock, a transcendent spirit treasure.

"A sovereign’s divine intent has crossed realms to descend here, but it has been weakened to the extreme. It merely took advantage of this old man’s slumber to sneak into the Heaven Honoured Realm like a petty thief."

Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng immediately understood it was the artifact spirit of the heavenly spiritual treasure speaking.

"Senior Artifact Spirit." The two of them let out a slight sigh of relief and respectfully bowed.

"With this old man here, the giant demon’s head will not be able to act recklessly and stir up a demonic qi tide. Focus on dealing with the demons that escaped just now, but do not push yourselves too hard. If you cannot handle them, seek out your elders…"

After the aged artifact spirit gave its instructions, it fell silent once more, focusing all its power on suppressing the giant demon’s head, which had been possessed by the sovereign’s demonic divine intent.

...

As they communicated with the artifact spirit, Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng also examined the things that had leaked out from the massive hole in the seal during the demonic qi eruption.

One of them was a tattered black robe, drifting aimlessly in the demonic wind without any trace of life.

The other was a five-zhang-six chi (approx 18 meters) tall demon, with a single rhinoceros horn on its head and eyes glowing like red lanterns. Its dark brown skin, covered in metallic patterns, bore multiple charred wounds, still emitting thick smoke.

It seemed to have suffered significant injuries while breaking through the seal.

Buzz!

A dark blood-colored glow surged over the demon’s body, rapidly regenerating its burned wounds.

"Iron-Blood Kui Demon, mid-fourth rank."

Jing Wufeng wiped the blood from his lips and sighed in slight relief. Thankfully, it wasn't that two-headed, four-armed ancient demon from before.

He was grateful that he had partially repaired the massive hole in the seal earlier.

Otherwise, amid the demonic energy eruption just now, if a late fourth-rank ancient demon had emerged, the two of them would have been in mortal danger in this precarious situation.

Lan Chang'an glanced at the Iron-Blood Kui Demon, feeling that the sense of threat it exuded was no less than that of the Golden Kun Old Monster.

Then, his gaze shifted to the tattered black robe in the distance. As he made some calculations, his brows furrowed deeply.

He had already understood, that Demonic Peak Realm's Exalted One had sent its spiritual sense across realms to cause chaos, with the true objective of delivering something.

If it was only a mid-fourth-rank Iron-Blood Kui Demon, the weight of this event seemed insufficient. There must have been more arrangements and schemes at play.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, while this Iron-Blood Kui Demon has yet to fully recover, kill it as quickly as possible."

Jing Wufeng, swallowing a sacred healing pill, spoke with some urgency.

Around them, countless demonic bats and moths continued to attack relentlessly. Even after being intercepted by the puppet army, the Lord Earthrock, and the fourth-rank puppet, some of their remaining attacks still struck the duo’s protective barriers.

"Alright."

Lan Chang'an channeled his Evergreen mana to heal his minor injuries, then summoned his Dragonwood Staff and retrieved two treasure talismans.

Boom!

The Dragonwood Staff transformed into an ancient sky-reaching tree, with a blood-red dragon shadow coiling around it. With overwhelming force, it smashed down upon the Iron-Blood Kui Demon, producing a heavy, muffled impact.

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon swayed slightly, its body enveloped in a dark-red blood glow, yet it remained virtually unscathed.

A faint hint of mockery flashed through the demon’s reddish-brown pupils.

Lan Chang'an wasn’t surprised. One of the treasure talismans had already fused into the Dragonwood Staff, causing its massive wooden body to be enveloped in lush green light, sprouting thick, emerald vines.

These vines grew at an insane rate, each one as thick as a giant python, incredibly tough and resilient, rapidly binding the Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s limbs and torso, restricting its movements.

The Dragonwood Staff’s immense force, combined with the constriction of the fourth-rank talisman’s vines, made the Iron-Blood Kui Demon visibly uncomfortable. Its expression twisted in irritation and anger.

Hiss! Hiss!

The demon’s rhinoceros horn shimmered with a cold metallic light, producing a sharp, slicing sound as it cleaved through several thick vines.

"Human realm cultivators… so weak and frail!"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon grinned viciously, spreading its massive arms. Its dark skin swelled with bulging muscles, accentuated by intricate metallic veins, before it swung its limbs outward, unleashing a fierce demonic wind shadow.

Crack! Boom!

The vines snapped apart one by one, and even the Dragonwood Staff, still in its ancient giant tree form, was blasted away, its glow dimming as it tumbled back toward Lan Chang'an with a muffled thud.

At that moment, an abnormal fluctuation rippled through the shallow layers of the void.

Hiss—!

A razor-thin blade, the Voidless Blade, gleamed with crystal-like brilliance, sending ripples through space as it stabbed fiercely into the Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s heart.

"Spatial magical treasure?"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s expression shifted slightly, a pained sensation radiating from its chest.

The silver blade had pierced its heart, producing a sound akin to a knife scraping against a metal rock layer.

The unique properties of spatial energy forcibly bypassed the Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s tough exterior and protective blood glow, carving out a deep, bloody wound.

Unfortunately, the demon’s colossal size meant that even a direct strike to a vital point had failed to deliver a fatal blow.

"The heart is the Iron-Blood Kui Demon's weakness and source of power."

Jing Wufeng transmitted his voice through spiritual sense while casting a spell to make the Voidless Blade vanish into the void.

"Hahaha! A mere early Nascent Soul cultivator, so what if you grasp spatial divine abilities? Your threat to this seat is still insignificant!"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon grinned widely.

Thump! Thump!

Its heart pounded powerfully, and the pure dark-blood glow around its chest began to flow. The wound that had been pierced was healing visibly, as new flesh sprouted at an alarming rate.

"This demon… it actually has an undying trait? Could it be related to the sealed indestructible demon…"

Jing Wufeng's expression grew solemn, this was an extremely troublesome situation.

Earlier, the Iron-Blood Kui Demon had suffered damage from the formation seal, which was at a higher power level, so the regeneration speed was not obvious.

But now, revealing its undying body trait, even multiple mid-Nascent Soul cultivators joining forces would struggle to kill it.

Having successfully countered both Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng’s attacks, the Iron-Blood Kui Demon launched a counterattack.

Its abdomen bulged, as though a massive blood sphere was forming inside. Then, opening its mouth wide, it spewed out a scarlet light beam, within which a metallic core shimmered.

"Be careful!"

Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng instantly sensed danger.

Before the piercing whistle could even fully register, the metallic core, wrapped in scarlet radiance, had already struck its target.

Boom!

The puppet formation’s defensive light shattered, and the two superior-grade third-rank puppets shielding Jing Wufeng were instantly reduced to a pile of blood sludge upon impact.

However, the puppet formation’s defense, along with the sacrificed puppets, had bought Jing Wufeng a crucial moment to react.

Clang!

From within a spatial ripple, the Voidless Blade, gleaming with silver light, streaked forward and clashed head-on with the metallic core within the scarlet beam.

The scarlet radiance dimmed and dissipated, but the metallic core’s eerie power was overwhelming, forcibly deflecting the Voidless Blade.

The piercing whistle drew closer—The strange metallic core, oozing filthy black blood, carried remnants of its destructive power and slammed into the spatial ripple robe around Jing Wufeng, causing it to slow as if sinking into a quagmire.

By the time the spatial ripple robe disintegrated, the metallic core’s blood glow had faded, and with a flickering afterimage, it was swiftly retrieved.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, my Voidless Blade has been lightly tainted, I need time to cleanse it…"

Jing Wufeng's expression was grim as he cast a spell to recall his magical treasure.

Before he could finish speaking a piercing, ghostly wail suddenly echoed from the Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s direction.

"Bastard! You dare ambush this seat—"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon roared in rage, its chest pierced by a black-green fang, which had broken through its blood glow defense, it was a strike from the green-armored puppet.

A year ago, True Monarch Soaring Snow had fallen prey to this very same trick, succumbing to fourth-rank lethal poison.

While the Iron-Blood Kui Demon had been focused on attacking Jing Wufeng, Lan Chang'an decisively seized the moment to launch a calculated counterattack.

The green-armored puppet’s fang was merely a preliminary attack, with limited threat.

Next came the Withering Extinction Divine Light!

Lan Chang'an burned his essence blood and vitality, even sacrificing his lifespan.

With a faint grasping motion, a mass of twisting deep-green radiance, laced with grayish-yellow death energy, formed in his palm. In an instant, he unleashed a ray of light infused with the cycle of time and decay!

Boom!

The Withering Extinction Divine Light struck directly at the Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s heart wound.

Due to the black-green fang’s pre-inflicted injury, the divine light bypassed the dark blood glow barrier without resistance.

"Hiss…!"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s expression changed drastically—

A rotting, shriveled cavity immediately formed at its chest, as its flesh, blood, and bones rapidly withered and aged.

The Withering Extinction Divine Light’s power even infiltrated its heart, in an instant, its blood essence was depleted, its heartbeat weakened, and its appearance seemed to age twenty years.

"Heh! A high-ranked demon from the Demonic Peak Realm… yet you only have a mere hundred years of lifespan? Are you just a disposable vanguard?"

Lan Chang'an sneered mockingly upon seeing the aging aura emanating from the Iron-Blood Kui Demon.

He had previously observed and used fourth-rank divination arts to determine this demon’s weakness. It had a limited lifespan and had suffered injuries breaking through the seal, leading to severe energy loss.

Against an undying body, prolonged combat would be extremely unfavorable to Lan Chang'an's side.

However, his Withering Extinction Divine Light had proven immensely effective.

Striking at the demon’s wounded vital point, its damage had doubled, instantly shaving off nearly twenty years from the demon’s lifespan!

Of course, casting the spell beyond his rank also caused Lan Chang'an to lose two to three years of his own lifespan.

If the attack had missed or been blocked, the cost would have been wasted entirely.

"Draining Lifespan… Withering Power…!"

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon’s aura faltered, its expression dark and grim, teeth grinding audibly.

Though its dark blood glow was attempting to nourish and restore its withered heart, its regeneration had dramatically slowed.

"The Withering Extinction Divine Light truly lives up to its reputation as a forbidden wood-based divine ability, it even suppresses an Undying Body’s regeneration!"

Lan Chang'an was delighted by this revelation.

Previously, he had only known that this divine ability inflicted irreparable wounds. The land struck by it would remain barren for a hundred years, and injured creatures would struggle to heal.

Perhaps, only Evergreen secret spell could effectively counteract such life-destroying injuries.

...

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, It had to be you!"

On the other side, as Jing Wufeng was cleansing his treasure of its taint, he couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon hadn’t merely lost its lifespan, its heart had been corroded, its blood essence and vitality had withered, and its overall strength had dropped by at least twenty percent.

Originally, he had only expected Lan Chang'an to hold the demon off, but instead, Lan had severely wounded their powerful enemy and significantly weakened its combat power.

Seizing the opportunity, the two launched another joint offensive.

Lan Chang'an slapped out an ice-blue treasure talisman. A howling blizzard erupted forth, carrying a core of crystalline freezing energy, and swept toward the Iron-Blood Kui Demon.

Boom!

The massive demon's dark blood aura flared, shattering the ice and snow, but its legs remained covered in frost.

A resonant hum trembled through the void as the Voidless Blade sliced down once more, forcing the Iron-Blood Kui Demon to shield its heart, throat, and other vital areas, no longer daring to be reckless.

Just as the two were about to press forward and deal more damage—

Whoosh!

A hurricane of demonic bats and moths began swirling around them, their attacks becoming more organized, their threat intensifying.

Boom!

Some of the higher-ranked demonic bats and moths let out miserable screeches as they self-destructed, recklessly throwing themselves at Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng, forcing them to defend instead of focusing on the Iron-Blood Kui Demon.

"Sure enough..."

At that moment, Lan Chang'an sensed an eerie spiritual force from within the dense demonic mist surrounding the swarm of flying demons, a winged demoness slowly drifted forward.

"Moon Demon Clan!"

Jing Wufeng’s eyelids twitched, recalling the records in his sect’s ancient texts.

The demonic woman had moon-blue skin with subtle, intricate patterns adorning it. She wore ceremonial robes, and behind her, two delicate, thin wings fluttered as if they were merely ornamental.

Her cultivation aura was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, yet the mental pressure she exuded was on par with a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. She was controlling the endless swarm of demonic bats and moths.

It was clear that these creatures shared a deep connection with the Moon Demon Clan, instinctively submitting to the bloodline and sorcery of the Moon Demon Priestess.

"Fellow Daoist Jing, what abilities does the Moon Demon Clan possess?"

Lan Chang'an locked eyes with the demoness’ ink-blue pupils, and for an instant, his consciousness wavered.

A mystical, foreign voice echoed in his mind, whispering temptations of warmth and belonging as if with just a thought he could return to an ideal, comforting homeland.

Especially that crescent moon imprint on her forehead, like a frosty moon, both cold and noble.

This familiar sensation immediately made Lan Chang'an recall the giant demon’s head in the abyss had displayed a similar crescent moon imprint in one of its pupils.

Was the Sovereign divine intent that crossed realms connected to this Moon Demoness?

Just as Jing Wufeng was about to respond via voice transmission when a strange change occurred.

"All of you, heed the decree of the Illusory Moon Holy Sovereign, kill the Heavenly One Sect disciples to prevent the seal from being repaired!"

The winged demoness raised her ceremonial staff, and the blue-black crescent-shaped gemstone embedded in it flashed with divine intent radiance. Then, it suddenly dimmed and shattered into four pieces.

At the same time, the crescent imprint on the demoness’ forehead began to shine with a brilliant moonlight, exuding an intangible spiritual pressure almost on par with a great Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, guard your spiritual consciousness!"

Jing Wufeng’s expression changed drastically.

He shut his eyes and activated a secret soul technique. His Nascent Soul spirit body formed hand seals, while a mysterious Heavenly character jade talisman was affixed to his Nascent Soul’s throat.

Hum! Swoosh!

Above the abyss, where demonic clouds churned, a phantasmal demonic moon manifested, it aligned perfectly with the giant demon’s head deep within the abyss, as though they were two halves of the same entity.

From the demonic moon, a faintly purple lunar radiance descended, covering the entire region within dozens of li.

The moonlight seeped into the eyes of every living being present and in their minds, an illusory world of the Moon Demon Clan unfolded. Even closing one’s eyes could not block it out.

...

The phantasmal demonic moon shone brightly, casting waves of illusions throughout the battlefield.

Deep within the abyss, the crescent moon imprint in the giant demon’s pupil dimmed completely, reverting to its original hollow and indifferent state.

"Not good! The remnant divine intent of the Illusory Moon Sovereign has been sacrificed to enhance the Moon Demoness’ divine abilities. Being of the same Moon Demon bloodline, their connection is innate, even the grand sealing formation and the heavenly spiritual treasure cannot completely sever it."

The ancient artifact spirit murmured, its voice carrying a deep sigh.

Even though the two young prodigies above the formation, Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng were exceptional talents, they were still merely early Nascent Soul cultivators. It was nearly impossible for them to emerge unscathed from this calamity.

At this moment, atop the grand sealing formation, Jing Wufeng, Lan Chang'an, and the Lord Earthrock all fell into a trance-like state.

The green-armored puppet, however, merely stood motionless and confused, showing slightly different symptoms.

"Obey the decree of the Holy Sovereign..."

The Iron-Blood Kui Demon bowed toward the demonic moon above, laughing heartily as it spread its arms wide—

With a single burst of force, it shattered the remaining vines and frost still clinging to its body.

However, another entity was even faster than the Iron-Blood Kui Demon.

Whoosh!

From within the tattered black robe, a shadowy figure darted out, leaving behind a rapid succession of flickering silhouettes in the void.

Though the Iron-Blood Kui Demon had acted first, this shadow had already infiltrated the puppet army in an instant.

"Shadow Demon! The top scout clan from the Demonic Peak Realm… even one of them managed to escape!"

The artifact spirit of the Eight-Dragon Lock, deep within the abyss, immediately recognized the shadow’s origin, its tone was filled with alarm.

Crack!

The Shadow Demon’s afterimages flashed past, a sinister shadow blade appeared in its hand, its dark radiance slicing through the air. In the blink of an eye, four formation puppets along its path were shredded into fragments.

As the Iron-Blood Kui Demon advanced toward the puppet formation, the shadow blade had already slashed toward Jing Wufeng!

The Heavenly One Sect disciples were the primary assassination targets.

A moment of life and death.

Cold sweat formed on Jing Wufeng’s forehead. Still entrapped in the Moon Demon’s illusions, he had yet to break free.

At this critical moment, from within the shallow void around him, his Voidless Blade trembled in warning.

Clang!

The Voidless Blade, acting instinctively to protect its master, transformed into a streak of silver light, expending the last remnants of its treasure energy.

But without its master’s control, its power was less than half of its usual might.

The shadow blade easily cleaved through it, sending it flying.

Sparks erupted.

The Voidless Blade let out a mournful hum, its radiance fading completely, a jagged notch marred its once-flawless edge, its spiritual essence severely damaged.

However, this brief moment was enough.

The treasure’s warning and sacrifice had bought Jing Wufeng a sliver of survival.

Jing Wufeng's eyes snapped open just in time to feel the icy killing intent, the shadow blade was already swinging toward his throat!

He instantly poured his remaining energy into his spatial ripple robe, forcing it to manifest once more.

Splash!

The shadow blade effortlessly cut through the spatial ripple robe, its speed only slightly hindered.

In the end, the shadow blade’s lethal strike remained unrelenting, it instead clashed against Jing Wufeng’s ancient inner armor.

A dim golden scale pattern rippled across the armor’s surface, but no metallic clash was heard as if the shadow blade had no physical substance at all.

Yet, in its final moment of darkness, the blade’s tip partially dissolved, leaving behind a faint shadow that pierced into Jing Wufeng’s body.

"Cough!"

Jing Wufeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

His body trembled, and the space behind him twisted, revealing a silver-blue vortex storm swirling ominously…

...

As Jing Wufeng was struck by the Shadow Demon’s sword, plunging him into mortal danger Lan Chang'an, too, faced an unprecedented crisis.

"How dare you—!"

The moment Lan Chang'an snapped his eyes open, he roared fiercely.

What met his eyes was a giant rat, its bloody maw gaping wide, filled with razor-sharp fangs, lunged toward him.

Its saliva dripped onto the ground, each fang sharp enough to effortlessly crush a Nascent Soul cultivator’s flesh and physical body.

The Lord Earthrock’s pupils gleamed with a sinister crescent moon imprint, reflecting the demonic moon above the heavens.

Boom!

A treasure talisman ignited from within Lan Chang'an’s sleeve, manifesting a radiant, deep blue fourth-rank water barrier around him—

It shimmered as if containing the vast power of a great lake, shielding him from Lord Earthrock’s jaws.

With a ferocious bite, the Lord Earthrock clamped down but failed to break through the water barrier.

However, as it continued to bite and claw, a muddy yellow aura seeped into the water barrier, gradually tearing it apart.

PAH!

Suddenly, from within the water barrier, a gigantic bronze hand, radiating ancient green divine power, smashed out!

Bam!

It struck the Lord Earthrock’s massive maw, knocking its blood-stained fangs askew.

For a brief moment the Lord Earthrock, controlled by the Demonic Moon, shuddered as its will flickered, showing signs of internal struggle.

Lan Chang'an seized the moment and flung a fourth-rank Ice Heart Pill into Lord Earthrock’s mouth.

Fortunately, only the Lord Earthrock had been affected by the Moon Demon’s control.

The fourth-rank puppet which was was different from a living being and had fused with the Core Formation second life's shadow, had remained loyal.

Lan Chang'an quickly reasserted control over the fourth-rank puppet, stabilizing its puppet spirit and commanding Puppet Master Wei to maneuver the remaining puppet formation to keep the weakened Iron-Blood Kui Demon occupied.

Lan Chang'an also noticed that Jing Wufeng, who had been ambushed, was gravely injured and coughing up blood, but there was no time to rescue him.

The situation was on the brink of collapse, any further loss of control would force him into reincarnation.

Hehe!

The Shadow Demon had pierced Jing Wufeng with a sword, gravely wounding him. However, it felt as if it had stabbed into an alternate dimension, ensnared by an invisible vortex.

The Shadow Demon’s sword, for a moment, refused to come free.

Behind Jing Wufeng, the space warped, and the silver-blue vortex storm froze for an instant.

"Void Slice!"

Coughing up a mouthful of essence blood, Jing Wufeng swiftly formed hand seals, drawing upon the blood seeping from his wound.

Around his body, the Voidless Blade multiplied and split, slashing through space countless times.

A faint shattering sound, akin to glass breaking, echoed through the void.

Silver spatial gashes encircled Jing Wufeng, forming a bladed barrier.

The Shadow Demon, after a brief struggle, finally wrenched free its Shadow Blade, its form flickering into multiple phantom afterimages. But it was already caught in the silver void slashes!

"Such extraordinary spatial talent… But it’s a pity! You are not yet a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator—today, you will die!"

The Shadow Demon let out a cold grunt.

Its tall and muscular body grew even more translucent, forcefully phasing out of the Void Slice’s deadly range.

At the spot where it had stood, a faded gray arm, once illusory but now solidified, was severed and left behind, glowing with an eerie light.

"Shadow Demon! Its speed is no less than that of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!"

Jing Wufeng swayed unsteadily, his face pale as a sheet, before sitting cross-legged to stabilize himself.

He swallowed the Thousand-Year Spirit Milk healing pill, which rapidly restored his mana, though his physical injuries remained severe.

In the sky, the Demonic Moon still loomed, its sinister lunar glow covering dozens of li.

Resisting the mental erosion was a constant struggle—a single slip, and he would once again fall into the Moon Demon’s perfect illusionary world.

"So close…"

Hovering in the air, the Winged Moon Demoness sighed.

The Shadow Demon had come so close to killing the Heavenly One Sect disciple.

The betrayed fourth-rank rat king had almost devoured its former master.

Yet that Heavenly One Disciple's ally was actually one step ahead of him in breaking free from the Moon Demon illusion?

"However, that Heavenly One disciple is gravely injured. With the continued effects of 'Demonic Moon Over the Heavens,' along with the assistance of the Shadow Demon and Iron-Blood Kui Demon... as long as we remain patient, we are in an invincible position."

The crescent moon imprint on her forehead continued to glow coldly, as she poured all her power into sustaining the Demonic Moon Over the Heavens, preparing to once again make those three beings fall into a sinking state.

Abruptly, the piercing whistle of sharp metal tearing through the soul level resounded across the battlefield.

A long, nigh-untraceable barbed arrow streaked forth, tearing through the bizarre moonlight, radiating an aura of utter soul annihilation!

The Winged Moon Demoness, utterly focused on maintaining the Demonic Moon, was suddenly gripped by an intense sense of danger.

Her pupils contracted in disbelief.

"A soul-destroying magical treasure!? That person can still fight back?!"

The moment she moved to defend, she would be forced to halt her hard-earned, amplified Moon Demon spell, and a hastily interrupted large-scale spell always carried the risk of devastating backlash.

She had no time to make a choice.

Schwip!

The long barbed arrow, moving at unimaginable speed, pierced directly through the Winged Moon Demoness’ skull, a fountain of blue Moon Demon blood sprayed into the air.