"Another Yellow Dragon?"
Fang Yuan took a deep breath. Even though he had been through the baptism of the Demon Army, the sight before him still shocked him.
After all, the Demon Army was vast, but ultimately they were just small fry. The demons in front of him, the weakest among them, were the existence of Demon Kings. They were on a completely different level compared to the Demon Army from the upper world.
Fang Yuan's throat tightened as he suppressed the surging battle intent in his chest.
— To kill until the heavens and earth darken? No, it's not the time yet.
These demons in front of him, even a single one thrown outside could stir up a bloody storm. Right now, they were packed tightly together in the cave, with dozens of Demon Lords wandering around the outskirts. And that's not even counting the terrifying beings lurking deeper inside the cave.
Even though Fang Yuan was at the peak of the Heavenly Earth Realm, and his combat power far surpassed others of the same rank, facing such a formation, fighting head-on would only result in a messy escape.
With this many demons, even if all the cultivators from the North Domain gathered, they would be crushed into powder by this overwhelming demonic energy.
The only choice was to kill while charging deeper in.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan's figure flashed, turning into a shadow and rushing into the depths of the cave, his sword ready to strike, prepared to tear apart any demon that stood in his way.
However, strangely enough, the Demon Kings and Demon Lords, who exuded terrifying killing intent, had no reaction to his presence!
They moved sluggishly, as if being pulled by invisible threads, crawling slowly along the rock walls, their hollow eyes devoid of any vitality.
Fang Yuan cautiously approached a Demon Lord and even waved his hand in front of its eyes—yet it remained oblivious, mechanically moving its body toward the deeper parts of the cave.
Not only that, but in the mist outside the cave, more and more demons were crawling out, seemingly drawn by some kind of summoning, gathering toward the cave.
Fang Yuan suddenly recalled the warning from the Black Fish Demon: "After staying too long, you'll become a living corpse, vanishing without a trace…"
These demons, like walking corpses, were the very proof of those words, weren't they? They had long since lost their minds, merely being dragged by some eerie force, continuously crawling into this black abyss, ultimately vanishing within.
Since that was the case, it made things much easier for Fang Yuan. He ignored the demons and charged straight into the depths of the cave.
A chilling wind howled, gushing up from the ground, carrying biting cold and mournful shrieks that echoed and reverberated through the cave.
Fang Yuan's brows furrowed, an inexplicable sense of gloom suddenly settling over him, as though some nameless feeling of oppression was quietly growing…
The cave was deep and endless. Despite Fang Yuan's speed, he had been flying through it for a long time but still couldn't see the end.
The number of demons around hadn't decreased at all; on the contrary, their types became even more bizarre and strange.
Suddenly, a withered yellow figure appeared in Fang Yuan's vision—
**[Yellow Wind Demon Saint]!**
It was a demon resembling a yellow weasel, its body wrapped in a suffocatingly terrifying aura. Fang Yuan's pupils contracted sharply—this creature's level of demonic pressure was faintly higher than his own, the peak of the Heavenly Earth Realm!
A Demon Saint...
Fang Yuan had never heard of such an existence. But from the aura alone, it was clear that this creature was several times stronger than a Demon Lord!
Yet such a terrifying existence, one capable of sweeping across the entire North Domain, was now just like the other demons, reduced to a walking corpse, stumbling toward the deeper part of the cave.
Fang Yuan fell silent. Not my buddy, is this right...
This yellow weasel may look unimpressive, but in the upper world, wouldn't it be a terrifying demon lord?
Which side exactly is the "upper world"? The newbie village I was born in seems to have a bunch of final boss-type monsters hidden here...
Suppressing the overwhelming absurdity, Fang Yuan held his breath and passed by the Yellow Wind Demon Saint.
The further he went, the more outrageous the sights became. Groups of Demon Saints gathered together like villagers heading to market, mechanically moving among the Demon Emperor's army.
Seeing this, Fang Yuan tightened every nerve in his body, his spiritual energy flowing like water through his meridians, ready to respond to any unexpected crisis.
Time passed slowly in the eerie silence.
Suddenly, he abruptly stopped.
Ahead, the cave was still filled with wriggling demons, seemingly without any change. But an instinctive sense of alarm, like a steel needle, pierced his bones—he couldn't go any further.
Fang Yuan held his breath, pressed against the rock wall, his spiritual consciousness extending like a spider's web toward the depths of the darkness. The blackness seemed to have taken on substance, thick enough to swallow all sound.
After what felt like an eternity, his spiritual consciousness finally brushed against a fleeting aura—
It was it!
That trace of aura was like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, and Fang Yuan's spirit instantly rang an alarm! Before he could react, an icy chill had already crawled up his spine—
"Swish!"
It felt as though an invisible guillotine had been placed at his neck, its cold touch so real that it was suffocating.
Fang Yuan didn't feel any pain or injury, but his expression froze in shock because, beneath his feet, the blood bar showed a glaring red number, and 150,000 health points just evaporated out of nowhere!
Luckily, Fang Yuan had reached the peak of the Heavenly Earth Realm, with his health at three million, so 150,000 wasn't a big deal.
"The aura leakage alone has this kind of power. Only because I can tough it out did I survive. If it were Ruan Tianhe, just the spiritual shock would have driven him insane..."
Fang Yuan marveled. He was absolutely certain that deep in this darkness, there lurked some unspeakably terrifying presence.
Even a mere trace of its aura, unintentionally leaking, was enough to inflict fatal harm to a Martial Saint.
But this terrifying threat didn't make Fang Yuan retreat; on the contrary, it ignited his battle spirit, boiling his blood.
At this moment, he felt like an explorer discovering a new world, with a strange pleasure mixed of fear and excitement.
Without hesitation, Fang Yuan gripped his sword tightly and continued forward into the abyss.
After a long time, at last, the moment arrived when the darkness was completely torn apart, and the scene before Fang Yuan left him breathless—
It was a gigantic human face, stretching for kilometers!
The grayish skin was covered in wrinkles, like the cracked bed of a dried-up river, with countless fissures.
In the half-open, murky eyeballs, an eternal smell of decay lingered. The entire face had the horrifying appearance of a corpse.
Without a doubt, this was a genuine dead man's face.
And it was this dead face that was now wide open, its giant mouth agape. The demons, reduced to walking corpses, obediently lined up like devout worshippers, crawling into the black, gaping mouth.
So lazy, just waiting for food and drink to be served...
Fang Yuan looked up, trying to make out the name atop the giant face. But that ashen face was so enormous that half of it alone filled the entire cave.
Even with all his effort, his gaze could only make out the fissures in the skin, like deep ravines.