The battlefield was a panorama of reversed fortunes.
The three great powers had effectively seized control of the situation.
Now, the Demonic Cult was on its last breath.
Just one more push, and their life force would be extinguished.
Then, the entire evil faction would be utterly routed.
Mogong City would be ours, its demonic forces eradicated.
The critical linchpin of the demon faction's final stand was that tall, demonic woman.
She was the highest-cultivated and highest-ranking evil cultivator present.
And the one who had managed to contend with Qing Dai for so long.
Although Qing Dai had Qing Dai had thoroughly suppressed the tall demonic woman,
the latter's sorcery was formidable, and her strength immense.
It was difficult to kill her quickly.
However, at this moment, the Twenty War Riders arrived.
While the Twenty War Riders lacked Qing Dai's cultivation,
they were all thousand-year ghost cultivators. Even a pig, if it lived for a thousand years, could become a demon pig.
As soon as the Twenty War Riders joined the fray,
a single charge from one of them overwhelmed the tall demonic woman.
She was directly pierced by a spear, spitting a mouthful of blood, and sent flying several meters.
Qing Dai seized the opportunity, flashing forward.
But the demonic woman was no easy opponent.
She suddenly unleashed a talisman.
The talisman flashed.
With a thunderous explosion,
the terrifying power of the talisman repelled Qing Dai.
Immediately, the tall demonic woman turned and fled.
In this predicament, she had no choice but to retreat.
The Crow Daoist of the Netherworld Cult immediately abandoned their Black Demon Cult brethren.
Following him, Miao Nanzi of the Longevity Society also fled with his forces.
The Black Demon Cult, facing the three great powers, was no longer able to stand alone.
If they didn't flee now, they would lose their chance entirely.
However, after the demonic woman had fled only a few dozen meters, she was intercepted by the large rat demon wielding a mace.
"Where do you think you're going?"
As he spoke, he swung his mace, smashing it towards the tall demonic woman.
Already injured, the tall demonic woman could not defend herself.
She could only dodge.
As she dodged, a long rat tail extended from behind the demon man.
With two swift slashes, it coiled around the fleeing demonic woman's waist.
With a fierce tug,
with a bang, the woman was slammed onto the ground, spitting blood.
Mustering all her strength, she broke free from the rat's tail and, clutching her chest, fled forward again.
But Qing Dai flashed forward, radiating killing intent, and flew towards her.
Before the tall demonic woman could react, Qing Dai reached out and grabbed her by the neck.
The two women locked eyes.
One was filled with terror, the other with icy killing intent.
"Let... let go of me..."
The tall demonic woman spoke reluctantly.
But Qing Dai uttered not a word, tightening her grip.
With a crack, she snapped the woman's neck.
Then, like discarded trash, she tossed the body to the ground with a clatter.
The tall demonic woman lay like a heap of mud, her eyes wide in an unseeing stare.
Blood trickled from her mouth.
"Great Protector!"
"Great Protector!"
"..."
Many of the Black Demon Cult's demonic cultivators cried out in despair, their morale in tatters.
But it wasn't over.
After the demonic woman's death, her soul shot skyward with a whoosh, attempting to escape.
Clearly, this demonic woman had learned some secret art or possessed a magical artifact.
While others' souls separated and emerged bit by bit after death,
this woman's soul managed to break free and ascend instantly upon death.
This was evidently her last resort for survival.
Unfortunately, her opponent was no ordinary foe.
Before Qing Dai could even act,
the gray demon man from the bottomless pit swung his tail and shot into the sky.
His tail extended over ten meters high.
With a sharp crack, he struck the demonic woman's soul in mid-air.
The woman's ghost let out a pained scream in the sky.
"Ah!"
She plummeted from the high heavens.
She crashed about ten meters away from us.
We were observing the entire battlefield, so naturally, we all saw this.
Seeing the demonic woman fall,
my eyes snapped open.
Old Mo shouted loudly:
"It's that demonic woman!"
"Damn it, she ruined the Lamp Oil Ghost's life, I'll kill her..."
I cursed fiercely, my heart burning with rage.
All the lamp oil and vitality I had accumulated had been destroyed by this demonic woman.
Honestly, if my cultivation were not insufficient,
I would have rushed up to fight this demonic woman to the death long ago.
As fortunes turn, the demonic woman was now cornered, her body slain, her soul struck down.
And she was not far from me.
If I didn't seek revenge, I wouldn't be able to swallow this anger.
I grabbed my long sword and charged.
Many demonic cultivators nearby, seeing the demonic woman's soul fall, rushed to her defense.
But they were all annihilated.
The demonic woman's ghost also staggered to its feet.
Its body flickered, its soul heavily wounded, seemingly on the verge of dissipation.
I showed no mercy.
I flew forward with my sword.
"Die!"
The demonic woman, shocked and terrified, quickly dodged.
My sword missed, but I counter-attacked, grabbing her long hair and yanking her backward forcefully.
With a scream, the demonic woman was pulled down to the ground.
I didn't care if she was male or female.
Nor would I show any saintly compassion.
The idea of being gentle with women and winning them over with virtue.
Nonsense. If one could win people over with virtue, why bother cultivating?
That only happened in television dramas.
In the face of brutal survival,
since ancient times, only those with strength and ruthlessness have survived for long.
In my eyes, she was an enemy, a mortal foe.
Gender was irrelevant.
The only purpose was to kill the opponent.
After dragging the demonic woman to the ground, I turned and thrust my sword.
Cleanly and decisively, I stabbed it into her stomach.
Nailing her firmly to the ground.
The demonic woman cried out in agony, her body twisting as if in torture, but due to her severe injuries, she was powerless.
I looked at the demonic woman struggling on the ground.
With a vicious and fierce expression, I didn't hesitate, and stomped on her face:
"Damn you, biting me, did you enjoy my blood?"