The bloody smell in the air suddenly became several times stronger, as if even the heavens themselves had been dyed red.
In the blink of an eye, four out of the five Demon Lords had already died under Fang Yuan's hands. Three were reduced to meatballs, and one turned into a blood mist.
The reason was simple. Fang Yuan didn't want to eat that toad, but he could just barely accept lizards, snakes, and spiders.
Currently, only the last of the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord remained.
At this moment, the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord revealed its true form—a grotesque and disgusting giant hidden-winged insect. Fang Yuan frowned slightly. This insect... was destined to become nothing more than blood mist.
"You... who exactly are you? We've been plotting for so long, and yet we were...," the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord said, with a terribly ugly expression.
It was a feeling of helplessness that arose in its heart. Despite having plotted for over a thousand years, despite having chased down the strongest in the northern region, Zhang Xuanting, like a lost dog...
Out of nowhere, someone they had never seen before appeared, and without warning, destroyed everything they had painstakingly built!
It was too unreasonable, there was no foreshadowing at all! When did such a figure appear in the Northern Region? Why had they never heard a whisper of it before?
Now, the Demon Lord of the Hundred Poison Cave was left with just him, and it was a complete deadlock.
Fang Yuan couldn't be bothered with idle chatter. The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord suddenly felt a flash before its eyes, and a long, slender hand clamped down on its head like an iron claw.
"Boom—!"
A mountain-crushing force poured down, and the massive body of the hidden-winged insect was forcibly pressed into the ground, cracking the hard mountain rock.
"Stop talking nonsense." Fang Yuan's voice was as cold as ice. "I ask, you answer."
From Ruan Tianhe, Fang Yuan had already learned that this monster was the culprit behind his loss of virtue points. He would find out the truth today.
"What happened to the four Earthly realm cultivators and the five Demon Lords? Where are they?"
"They... were all taken to another world..." the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord answered weakly, its eyes flashing with a hint of confusion. "I think... I think it was called the City in the Sky..."
"Think?" Fang Yuan's grip tightened suddenly.
"I... I really don't know!" the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord struggled in pain. "I only heard it from that mysterious person..."
Realizing that death was imminent, the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord immediately spilled everything. As the leader of the Hundred Poison Cave, Heavenly Wind had always led the demons in recuperation, waiting for the right time to wage war against the human race.
Originally, the timing hadn't come... but not long ago, someone named "Amon" came to visit the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord.
The person had an aura completely unrelated to this world and proudly claimed to be a demon god from a place they had never heard of—"Solomon."
It was this Amon who not only devised their plans but also gifted them a magic mirror capable of tearing apart worlds.
Using that magic mirror, the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord sent the four Earthly realm cultivators and the five Demon Lords to Amon's world.
As for what happened to them... the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord shook his head, having never set foot in that world, he naturally had no way of knowing.
Fang Yuan's eyes flashed as he pieced the puzzle together. Slowly, he raised his hand, and the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord obediently offered up the magic mirror.
Fang Yuan wasn't worried about being ambushed by the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord using the mirror. The cooldowns for his "Time Reversal" and "Shape-Shifting" were ready, and any trickery would be futile.
Fang Yuan traced his fingers over the mirror's surface, and a familiar alien energy hit him. This energy... was just like that of the Flame Demon sealed in the "Eternal Frozen Abyss."
"Another demon god..." Fang Yuan muttered thoughtfully. It seemed that these so-called demon gods likely came from the same world.
His thoughts wandered, and he couldn't help but think of the "Heaven" worshiped by the lower realm's pope.
These otherworldly realms seemed to exist independently, but were somehow interconnected, leading to frequent incursions by foreign demons.
"How does this work?" Fang Yuan continued asking.
"Chant the incantation and inject power into it to activate it," the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord answered. "But this magic mirror can only be used once..."
Indeed, Fang Yuan saw that the mirror's surface was already covered in cracks, clearly a one-time consumable.
It was a bit unfortunate—he couldn't just send a killshot through the internet.
After calming his thoughts, Fang Yuan asked again, "Where is Amon now?"
A bitter smile appeared on the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's face. "He left long ago... beings of that caliber wouldn't stay in this tiny northern region."
Its voice trembled suddenly, "That guy was too strong... I've cultivated for thousands of years, and I've never seen such terrifying power..."
At this point, the mighty demon actually started to shiver, and the fear in his demonic eyes was even stronger than when facing death.
"Always strategizing and handing out gifts, this Amon sure is a big-hearted guy..." Fang Yuan teased.
The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's antennae stood upright, vibrating with a metallic sound. "A big-hearted guy? Heh..."
It bared its blood-red mouth and grinned viciously. "That demon from another realm surely didn't have good intentions! He just wanted us to fight amongst ourselves and benefit from it!"
At this point, the demon lord suddenly roared, "So what?!"
Its voice echoed in the valley. "My demon race has been enslaved by your human race for a thousand years! Every inch of the Northern Continent is soaked with the blood of my ancestors!"
Blood-colored flames ignited in the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's vertical pupils as it glared at Fang Yuan.
"I want to vent my anger, not to prove how amazing I am, but to tell you humans that what my demon race has lost, we will take back!"
"This northern region, even the entire Northern Continent, was once our domain! You humans came later and took it from us!"
"I want to take back what belongs to us—what's wrong with that?!"
As it spoke, the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord stared hard at Fang Yuan, hoping to see hesitation or shame on his face.
However, all it received was a heavy punch wrapped in starry power!
"Boom!!"
The muffled sound of the punch crashing into its face echoed through the valley. The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's head was instantly crushed halfway.
Fang Yuan shook his wrist, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile. "Heh, what you're saying has nothing to do with me. It's not like I did it."
After all, he was someone who ascended from a lower world. The actions of humans in this world had nothing to do with him. What use was the hidden-winged insect complaining to him?!
All he cared about was finding every way to earn virtue points. What wrong had he done?
Well, it was time to convert this guy into a warm number!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, Fang Yuan's true qi surged, his fists turning into countless afterimages. The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's body twisted and deformed in the wind of the punches, and it ultimately exploded with a loud bang!
[Slaying the Demon Lord of the Hundred Poison Cave, Virtue Points +1,200,000!]