Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1273 - 587: The Power of the Immortal Artifact Mourning Staff, Annihilating Demon Flame Daoist (Part 2)

Demon Flame Daoist let out a cold snort.

There was no doubt that the war between the Human Race and the Exotic Beasts was extremely cruel.

On the surface, the Exotic Beasts weren’t trying to drive humans to extinction, but in truth, once humans really showed any chance of rising, they would immediately unite and besiege Human Cultivators.

So the reason all the major human cities were so peaceful right now was merely because the Exotic Beasts felt they posed no threat at all.

”Forget it, there’s nothing we can do about this kind of thing anyway, unless our Human Race gives birth to some Mahayana Cultivators.”

”Otherwise, it’s hard to contend against those Exotic Beasts.”

”But since the Alchemy failed this time, we need to accept the mission from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance and start dealing with Profound Abyss City.”

”Perhaps after we wipe out Profound Abyss City, we’ll be able to obtain a large amount of Cultivation Resources from Daoist Xuan Yuan.”

”After all, a veteran Integration Cultivator like that, who knows how many Treasures he’s got hidden on him.”

Shadow Daoist’s eyes revealed a trace of greed.

He had coveted Daoist Xuan Yuan for a long time already.

It was just that before, he had no confidence at all against Daoist Xuan Yuan, but if they added the strength of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, then killing Daoist Xuan Yuan was not impossible.

”Kill Daoist Xuan Yuan, huh?”

”Then let’s give it a try. Anyway, I’ve found him an eyesore for a long time.”

”Once our injuries recover, we’ll make our move.”

Demon Flame Daoist spoke, murderous intent surging.

”If that’s the case, I’m afraid you won’t be getting that chance.”

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in this space, and then a figure directly appeared before Demon Flame Daoist and Shadow Daoist, the two Integration Great Powers.

The newcomer was naturally Jiang Fan.

He urged the power of the Celestial Cicada Spirit Leaf, Concealing his aura and figure, and silently slipped into Demon Flame City.

Without anyone noticing, he arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion of Demon Flame City.

But this was only natural.

Even the Demons in those Demon Caves couldn’t sense his existence; these Demon Cultivators naturally had no way of knowing his every move, so he easily arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion.

And sure enough, just as the Fate Enhancement had predicted, the Alchemy of Demon Flame Daoist and Shadow Daoist had failed.

Because of the failed Alchemy, the two of them had also suffered heavy injuries and were at their weakest moment.

Although even if they were at their peak, Jiang Fan was confident he could wipe them out, since he could take them easily now, why take risks?

”Who are you?”

Hearing this, Demon Flame Daoist and Shadow Daoist both jumped in fright.

Because just now they hadn’t sensed any unfamiliar aura approaching at all, yet the other party had simply appeared in front of them. If this guy had chosen to launch a sneak attack just now, they would probably have had no way to deal with it.

One of them might very well have been killed by this guy.

But just who was capable of silently infiltrating Demon Flame City—was it a Cultivator of the Righteous Dao Alliance, or from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance?!

”Courting death.”

But Demon Flame Daoist quickly reacted. No matter how the other party had done it, since he had silently infiltrated this place, that meant he was an enemy. Terrifying killing intent erupted from his body as he immediately struck at Jiang Fan.

He had no interest in learning the enemy’s origin at all; kill the other party first, that was his way of doing things.

In that instant, demonic essence in Demon Flame Daoist’s body boiled like a raging tide, the oppressive might of flesh and soul fully fused swept across heaven and earth. As his robes whipped madly, pitch-black demon flames spewed out from his pores, falling to the ground as rivers, surging upward as blazing pillars, and in a flash spread into a Demon Flame Domain spanning tens of thousands of li—waves of flame were deep purple bordering on black, the cores of the flames churned with scarlet, eerie light. Every strand of fire was like a twisted demon serpent, devouring and spewing a destructive aura that could corrode Heaven and Earth Laws. The void at the edges of the Domain was roasted by the heat until it took on a waxy sheen, sizzling as it continuously melted.

At the instant the Domain unfolded, violent ripples erupted in the void: the originally solid spatial barrier became like the surface of a lake struck by a boulder, layer upon layer of folds spreading outward. Visible spatial ripples, carrying a tearing screech, shattered clouds thousands of li away into fine dust in an instant;

Even farther out, the void itself cracked open in web-like fissures, within which flowed gray, chaotic currents that were ignited as soon as they touched the demon flames, turning into a rain of blue-black void-fire pouring down.

”Since you dared to come to my Demon Flame City, you’d better be prepared to die.”

Demon Flame Daoist pressed down with his hand, and the Demon Flame Domain suddenly contracted then violently expanded. The void crumpled and broke like paper, countless tiny fragments of space tumbling in the waves of flame, burned by the demon flames into nothingness. The spatial structure within the Domain was thrown into total chaos, all sense of up, down, left, and right collapsing completely, leaving only endless demon flames interwoven with rampaging spatial turbulence.

The sight of demon flames burning the void was horrifying to the extreme: the black waves of flame were like a ravenous beast, madly gnawing at the very origin of space. Wherever they passed, the void directly evaporated into dark-purple energy mist, within which drifted the remnants of spatial fragments, dragged by the demon flames into a spinning, massive vortex of fire;

The deeper spatial rifts, once flooded with demon flames, were immediately burned several times wider. The spatial barriers along the edges of the fissures kept melting and regenerating, only to be burned again, forming a cycle of ”melting—regenerating—burning,” producing an ear-piercing screech like molten metal being torn apart.

At the center of the Domain, Demon Flame Daoist stood atop a sea of ten thousand flames, the demon flames condensing around him into a ferocious suit of Demon Pattern Armor, the demonic eyes on the armor flickering with blood-red light.

As he channeled his demonic essence, the temperature of the demon flames soared abruptly. Even the Heaven and Earth Laws were scorched into momentary disorder, Spiritual Qi was instantly burned into nothingness, leaving within the Domain only the roar of demon flames burning the void and the low, rumbling groans of collapsing space.

All living beings within tens of thousands of li felt their souls stabbed by the might of the flames, even breathing carried the sulfurous, bloody stench that burned their lungs. Low-Tier Cultivators couldn’t even flee in time before their flesh and souls were ignited by the stray aura of demon flames, turning into wisps of blue smoke dissipating in the chaotic void. The entire Demon Flame City suffered catastrophic casualties.

But Demon Flame Daoist didn’t care at all. The Demon Cultivators living here, to him, were nothing more than consumables.

No matter how many died, it was all the same.

”Worthy of the name Demon Flame Daoist.”

Seeing this, Shadow Daoist was inwardly shaken. The reason he chose to cooperate with Demon Flame Daoist was precisely because the latter’s combat strength was terrifying, truly top-tier among Cultivators of the same realm.

He was nothing more than an assassin, but Demon Flame Daoist was a true warrior, like a Demon incarnate.

If you enraged this man, Demon Flame Daoist would fight to the death, and no one could stop him.

This mysterious Cultivator before them, however enigmatic, was still far from being able to contend with Demon Flame Daoist.

”Too weak.”

Watching this scene, Jiang Fan took out an Immortal Artifact from his body—the Mourning Staff.

He hadn’t had this Immortal Artifact for very long, so this was the perfect chance to test the power of this Magical Treasure.

Swoosh!

In an instant, his figure flickered. Gripping the Mourning Staff, he swung it down toward Demon Flame Daoist.

Boom~~

This strike was earth-shattering, unleashing a terrifying staff shadow, like ten thousand mountains crashing down from the heavens, shattering the surrounding void as the anguished wails of billions of unjust Souls echoed around.

Moreover, this power wasn’t a physical attack, but an assault on the soul.

Like a Lord of Hell, slaughtering countless malevolent spirits and suppressing Demons.

Thud!

With just this one strike, as fast as lightning, it smashed directly onto Demon Flame Daoist. This power ignored all defenses on his body, as well as his Domain Power.

It was as if it had Pierced through layer upon layer of void to arrive right before him.

”Impossible?!”

Demon Flame Daoist’s eyes bulged wide. He instantly felt an intense, searing pain, his entire soul shattering into pieces at that moment, yet his body appeared completely uninjured.

He felt as if he had been hooked away by an underworld bailiff from Yinchao Netherworld, his Soul dragged out just like that.

And he had no power to resist.

With a boom, Demon Flame Daoist’s eyes widened and his body collapsed to the ground. His eyes were stretched wide, and deep in his pupils flickered terror, disbelief, and all sorts of emotions.

It was as if he couldn’t believe he had actually died just like that, beaten to death with a single strike.

He was a dignified Integration Great Power—how could he possibly be killed just like that?

What on earth had happened?!