What is this situation?
"Boss!"
"Great, the boss is here, we're saved! Old Ma, hold on! We'll kill this damned Demon Race Holy Son later and make soup for you to recover!" Toad roared with laughter.
The demon horse spat, "This guy is dark and strangely shaped, probably very fishy. I'd rather eat you!"
"Hmph! So these two demon beasts are your subordinates!" The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son glared fiercely at Toad, scaring Toad so much that he almost bit his tongue. He didn't dare to speak any more nonsense.
"Although your Nascent Soul has not yet advanced to the Golden Core, and is still a long way from manifesting the Holy Path, the aura of myriad laws within your Nascent Soul is incredibly pure. Devouring your Nascent Soul will be equivalent to me consuming these quasi-saints. You've come at the right time!"
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son cackled sinisterly.
"Hmph, I'd like to refine both you and that Holy Path. It should be enough for me to advance to the Golden Core."
Ling Fan snorted lightly and stepped through the air towards the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son.
"You court death!"
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son felt the rage of being looked down upon, and his eyes seemed to ignite with terrifying demonic fire. Behind him, numerous demonized Holy Paths danced wildly in the air like devil's tentacles, like countless demonic dragons, fiercely strangling towards Ling Fan.
The power of this display was astonishing.
One must know that each of those 'tentacles' was the Holy Path of a quasi-saint expert, possessing almost the full might of a quasi-saint. With so many tentacles striking together, it was as if more than ten quasi-saint experts were joining forces, their might shaking the heavens and earth.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The void was constantly ripped apart by the tentacles, and streaks of black spatial rifts stretched out. Ling Fan's movements were agile and ghostly, as if he were strolling through a courtyard. In just a few steps, he passed through the tentacles' attacks and arrived before the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son.
"True Martial Demon Subduing!"
A faint voice echoed, calm and without a trace of worldly fire, like the chanting of Buddhas and deities from beyond the heavens. However, as the voice fell, the myriad laws' spiritual power erupted from Ling Fan, transforming into a colossal phantom that pointed to the heavens and trod upon the earth. Wearing a golden crown, clad in golden armor, and wielding a golden divine sword, he swept out with a single strike. The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's gaze instantly sharpened, forcing him to retreat. However, the golden divine sword was like a persistent scar; no matter how he retreated, he could not escape the range covered by the golden divine sword.
"Demonic Devourer of Ten Thousand Miles, break for me!"
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son was furious. With a fierce roar, rolling demonic sounds rippled visibly, causing the golden divine sword to falter. Immediately, a terrifying, boundless demonic bird phantom manifested behind the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son. It opened its maw, and within its belly seemed to be an endless space, ready to devour all things and refine them into nothingness. That colossal phantom pointing to the heavens and treading upon the earth was actually swallowed by this demonic bird.
This was not the end. The terrifying demonic bird phantom behind the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son then fixed its gaze on Ling Fan, opened its maw, and a resistless, majestic suction force targeted Ling Fan. Instantly, Ling Fan's simple robe fluttered wildly, and his gray hair was pulled straight. His body slid a few steps towards the demonic bird.
Ling Fan snorted coldly. The myriad laws' Nascent Soul within his body erupted with astonishing power. The five elements' power spread, and his entire being seemed to take root like a great tree, standing firmly in the void. No matter how the demonic bird devoured, it could not shake his form in the slightest.
Behind Ling Fan, those quasi-saint experts were not so fortunate. Several weaker quasi-saints, who had only merged with the Dao by two or three tenths, were sucked into the demonic bird's mouth. They let out piercing screams, which then abruptly ceased.
Seeing that this move could not deal with Ling Fan, the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son did not want to waste more power. He retracted the phantom behind him, and the enormous demonic bird transformed back into rolling demonic energy, returning into the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's body.
"Little demon, what other tricks do you have? Bring them all out and let me see if your demons from the Heavenly Demon Realm have made any progress after a thousand years," Ling Fan said with a faint, cold laugh.
"Kid, don't be arrogant! The Heavenly Demon Realm's might suppresses all realms, like an eternal sun, never to fall. How can you be so dismissive!"
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son roared, "Do you think this Holy Son truly cannot do anything to you? If it weren't for considering the overall situation that day, this Holy Son would have long ago activated the demonic formation and refined you into a pool of blood. Today, I will let you witness the Myriad Demons Life and Death Great Formation laid down by our clan's supreme Demon Saint!"
Streams of demonic energy surged from the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son, striking into the demonic formation above. Instantly, a destructive aura permeated the area and descended, causing everyone to feel an immense pressure as heavy as the sky collapsing.
It was as if there was a colossal world-destroying millstone, and they were like grains of rice, about to be ground into paste by that millstone.
In an instant, the atmosphere within the Nine Cang Sacred Cave changed drastically. The place, originally rich with the aura of the Holy Path, instantly seemed to have plunged into an endless demonic purgatory. Above the sky, demonic clouds rolled, dark lightning flashed, and countless demonic figures appeared within them.
The demonic formation slowly suppressed downwards, its surging aura like colossal Mount Sumerus, incredibly heavy, utterly beyond human resistance.
Rumble!
Under the despairing gazes of all the quasi-saint experts, the demonic formation pressed down as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
However, a crystal-clear Nascent Soul, within which endless brilliance flowed as if encompassing all laws and all things, slowly flew out from Ling Fan's body. It hovered above his head, spinning, and instantly, waves of clear radiance cascaded down, actually blocking the demonic formation.
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's eyelids twitched violently. It had never expected that a mere Core Condensation realm cultivator would cause it so much trouble. If it hadn't seen it with its own eyes, it wouldn't have believed that such a person existed in this world, such a heaven-defying Nascent Soul!
What great courage, what grand undertaking!
Even though it was its enemy, it couldn't help but want to praise it.
"Kill you, seize this Nascent Soul, and forge the supreme foundation for my future冲击 Heavenly Venerate realm!"
The Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's eyes flashed with boundless greed, wishing it could pounce forward and devour Ling Fan's Nascent Soul. Its entire body was washed with demonic energy, and it leaped up fiercely, merging itself into the colossal demonic formation above its head.
Soon, the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's face appeared on the colossal demonic formation, and the quasi-saint paths it had stolen also merged into the great formation. This further enhanced the formation's power, its destructive aura becoming even more concentrated, churning the void, as if it weighed billions of pounds, crushing everything, and pressing down fiercely onto Ling Fan's Nascent Soul.
Boom!
Under this terrifying might, Ling Fan's Nascent Soul and his body both sank heavily, almost being completely suppressed by the demonic formation.
Within the demonic formation, the Jiujiu Demon Race Holy Son's monstrous face revealed a smug expression, and it pressed down even harder.