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High above in the sky, Escaping Light tore through the expanse.

The withered old man holding a bamboo staff peered into the distance toward the enemy on the barren wilderness with a slight squint.

"They didn't run away, but stayed put to wait for us?"

The scene before him was quite strange.

The enemy, who had been fleeing relentlessly for days and nights, was now sitting quietly in the wilderness, seemingly waiting for their arrival.

Most eerie of all, among the two men and women, the target of their mission, Li Muyang, the direct disciple of the Demon Sect, remained calm in the face of the impending despair brought on by the approaching formidable enemies.

He sat on the mountaintop, legs crossed and eyes closed, as if awaiting something.

This strange sight raised a foreboding feeling in the heart of the withered old man.

"Is this an ambush?"

"Or could it be..."

The withered old man abruptly slowed the speed of his Escaping Light and vigilantly surveilled the land ahead while flying.

However, upon opening his eye of the law and scanning the wilderness, it appeared utterly ordinary, with no signs of ambush.

Even defensive Formations had not been erected.

The two individuals stood atop the mountain – one standing, one sitting – as if they had given up on escaping and were simply waiting for the crowd to draw near.

The other demon cultivators also sensed the oddity of this scene.

Someone sneered, "Playing tricks on the gods!"

They didn't believe that the pair could have arranged any sort of ambush.

A pitch-black head let out a sharp howl as it launched an attack toward the two people on the mountaintop.

It was none other than Xuan Gu, the True Monarch, whose cultivation was only second to the withered old man among those present.

The pitch-black head, dragging a long trail of black tail flame and carrying a surging demonic energy, charged forward, powerful enough to shatter the mountaintop.

Facing such a ferocious enemy, Aunt Su suddenly rose to her feet, and a deep blue long sword flew out from behind her.

The long sword, shimmering with a faint blue light, ascended against the sky, transforming into a radiant sword light that slashed at the pitch-black head.

A black and blue collision of light erupted, and the fierce shockwave spread throughout the midair, lifting countless dust and withered leaves from the mountain forest below and rolling them into the distance.

Xuan Gu, the True Monarch, cackled as he stepped forward, the pitch-black head screeching as it flew into his hand, rapidly circling in his palm.

"Wen Susu, seeing so many of us and still not running, are you planning to die alongside that boy?"

The withered old man stepped forward with the bamboo staff in hand and said expressionlessly, "If you step aside now, we can let you leave freely out of consideration for Yan Xiaoru."

As the withered old man spoke, his Escaping Light flickered.

The other demon cultivators surged forward, and in an instant, they surrounded the mountaintop where Li Muyang and Aunt Su were located.

Aunt Su on the mountaintop surveyed the demon cultivators with a cold gaze and said, "This lad is not an ordinary direct disciple; he is the chosen successor to my lady's mantle."

"If you dare to harm him, my lady and your Green Sheep Society will fight to the death!"

At this critical moment of life and death, Aunt Su could only try to invoke her lady's name.

But evidently, it did not work.

The demon cultivators present all burst into loud laughter, Xuan Gu, the True Monarch, chuckled darkly, "Indeed, Yan Xiaoru is formidable, reaching the Purple Mansion Realm at such a young age. But if the Green Sheep Society feared her, we wouldn't be here today."

The withered old man, meanwhile, coldly raised his bamboo staff and gently tapped it into the void, immediately spreading a sinister green mist in the air.

"Since you're not leaving, then stay and be buried with him."

All the demon cultivators present were madmen of the Demon Path, how could they be easily scared off.

Aunt Su saw the green smoke spreading through the air and knew that it was the withered old man's poison technique.

She immediately retreated to Li Muyang's side.

The azure longsword floated around her, coldly pointing straight ahead.

Outnumbered and encircled by enemies, Aunt Su did not rashly attack.

Behind her, Li Muyang sat cross-legged with closed eyes, frowning deeply, clearly channeling a powerful spell.

Aunt Su exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Then come, let Granny clean you up."

"Although you have three at the Spirit Travel Realm, if Granny gets serious, taking one or two of you down with me won't be a problem."

A flash of light in Aunt Su's hands revealed a stack of talismans in her palm.

With her cultivation level, driving back this group of demon cultivators was completely impossible.

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Seeing the ghastly green fog in the sky growing closer, Aunt Su sneered.

"None of you dare to approach? Afraid that Granny will take you down with me?"

The leader of the Refinement Demon Sect, Wen Susu, whose head spun rapidly in her hands, chuckled sinisterly, "Your Bone Erosion Art is a bit troublesome, but why should we risk it when we can slowly surround and kill you?"

"Everyone! Let's strike together, blast this woman from afar, and be wary of her Bone Erosion Art!"

All were well-known and well-named cultivators on the Demon Path; they knew each other's signature moves.

Wen Susu's Bone Erosion Art of the Refinement Demon Sect was tricky and dangerous, and nobody wanted to risk it.

The words of Wen Susu immediately elicited a response from the crowd.

In an instant, the sky lit up with a brilliant light.

Nine demon cultivators of the Green Sheep Society simultaneously lifted their magical artifacts, which transformed into nine beams of variably colored radiance that bombarded the woman on the mountain summit.

Aunt Su, holding the talismans, activated her spiritual power, and the talismans in her hand ignited one by one in the wind.

She continually broke down the enemy's ranged attacks, barely holding out.

But there were too many enemies, and the nine beams of light shot from different directions, pinning her in place unable to dodge, like a sitting duck, forced to take the hits head-on.

With each blow she endured, her body violently trembled.

Just two minutes had passed, and blood spilled from the corner of Aunt Su's mouth, visibly unable to hold on much longer.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

The ghastly green toxic fog in the sky was now transforming into a massive scorpion.

This was Old Dry Leaf's potent poison technique, using poison fog cultivated over many years to take the form of an ancient mythical beast, manifesting some of the beast's formidable powers.

Sighting the giant scorpion, as large as a mountain, swinging its mighty pincers towards the mountain summit, Aunt Su couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Li Muyang! How much longer do you need!"

She rallied resistance, and the azure longsword lifted into the sky, slashing towards the giant poisonous scorpion.

However, the scorpion formed from the toxic mist had a physical body; its massive pincers slammed into the azure sword, and although repelled several feet, the longsword was also shaken and cracked.

Wen Susu, with a strange laugh, taunted, "You're going to die, Wen Susu!"

The head in his hand flew out fiercely, trailing a long black demonic flame towards the mountain summit.

In that moment of vulnerability, he aimed to severely wound the woman.

However, as the head shrouded in black mist boomed toward the summit with a shrill scream, a cold chill suddenly cleaved through the void.

The next second, the head, filled with billowing demonic qi, split in two mid-air, cleanly severed at the break.

Connected to the magical artifact, Wen Susu howled in agony, spewing a mouthful of foul blood.

He looked incredulously ahead, where a vast emerald mantis, as huge as the toxic fog scorpion and emerging from the ground, had appeared out of nowhere.

The icy light that had cut through the void was none other than the slash from the mantis's blade-like arm!