The flickering firelight cast long shadows.
From the surroundings, a full ten Captains slowly emerged from the woods. "Brother Gong is as brilliant as ever. Now that we’ve captured these Little Demons, it will only take us half the night to torture the information about their Demon General out of them."
As they spoke, Demon-Binding Ropes shot into the air, forming a Heaven and Earth Net that trapped them all inside.
Gu Nanzhi tossed aside the black cloth in her hand, which had been torn to shreds by a Sword Rope, then clenched her fist and summoned the Nine Swords of Celestial Spider True Gang.
The expressions of the Little Demons also darkened. They held their long sabers and stood back-to-back. With a flick of their palms, countless Immortal Talismans began to glow.
Lu Yun swallowed hard and also summoned a flash of pristine white sword light. This was his first time fighting Cultivators from the Liang Kingdom.
At the very front of this group,
Xie Yutang slowly drew her Broken Sword. Dao Essence surged throughout her body, and a razor-sharp Sword Intent erupted from her sleeves.
The sound of the wind all around them suddenly ceased.
It was as if she had borrowed all the raging wind within a hundred-zhang radius and focused it into a single sword strike.
"Hah!" Xie Yutang looked at the Heaven and Earth Net and slowly uttered two words: "Twenty percent."
"That’s enough," the Little Demons said, swallowing nervously. A ferocious glint of a do-or-die struggle filled their eyes.
For those who lived with their lives on the line, a twenty percent chance was already quite high.
Seeing this, Gong Yue began to list what he saw. "Immortal Talismans, Demon Slaying Sabers, Dao Essence Foundation Establishment, the Yu Family’s Core Formation Sword Formulas."
As his voice rose, the excitement on his face grew more intense. "I’m getting really curious now. Just which Demon General’s information will I be able to dig out of you?"
The black robes he wore billowed ever more violently.
He slowly drew his Demon Slaying Saber.
In an instant, the violent aura of the Core Formation Realm actually managed to suppress the keening hum of the sword.
Upon hearing this, Monkey suddenly glanced at the Storage Bag at his waist, which he had just acquired.
He slapped it hard.
Then, he pulled out a large banner that was a full two zhang tall.
The pole was made of ordinary wood. Even though it had been carefully and painstakingly polished, it still looked a bit shoddy. The banner itself was red cloth soaked in beast blood.
The only respectable thing about it was the two words "Moon-Devouring," written in flamboyant, masterful strokes.
Monkey slammed the banner into the ground and taunted with a grin, "Listen up! Right now, we only have a twenty-percent chance of winning. But when our Demon General gets here, you’re fucking dead for sure!"
Gong Yue stared at the large words on the flag, his expression suddenly turning strange.
It wasn’t just him. The other Captains couldn’t help but burst out laughing when they saw Monkey’s forced composure.
"Have you stupid Demons never seen the Demon-slaying Bureau before?"
"Still trying to pull these kinds of tricks in front of us."
Gong Yue let out a long breath, shaking his head with a sigh. He sneered coldly, "So you’re just a bunch of lowly Scattered Demons without a Demon General. I got excited for nothing."
"Hah!"
His words struck a nerve with all the Little Demons.
They looked up at the lonely banner, their expressions dazed.
Even Monkey’s grin vanished. He fell silent, gripping the flagpole tightly.
Noticing the sudden drop in the Demons’ morale, Lu Yun froze for a second. ’Wait, so the Moon-Devouring Demon General was a fabrication after all?’
"An eyesore."
Gong Yue scoffed. With a flick of his finger, a fierce beam of Spiritual Light shot out.
It aimed straight for the ugly banner.
Monkey instinctively tried to grab the flagpole and move it, but he was enveloped by the Spiritual Light as well.
Just as both were about to be blasted to smithereens,
With an indifferent expression, Xie Yutang finally unleashed the razor-sharp Sword Intent she had been building up.
SHHHHH—
All the wind within a hundred-zhang radius was drawn into her Broken Sword.
In this now-silent place, a violent gale suddenly began to blow once more.
The rushing night wind seemed to carry waves of killing intent, chilling one to the bone.
CRACK!
It cleanly shredded the beam of Spiritual Light.
The banner began to whip about wildly!
The storm gathered, coalescing into a surging, ethereal cyan form.
A fair, handsome, yet gloomy face emerged from the wind. As his hair billowed, a tall figure was already standing before the Demons.
The young man lifted his head slightly. His eyes, shimmering with an ethereal glow, swept over Chang Yi on the ground, then over the Little Demons, before finally landing on Gong Yue.
Then, a voice tinged with brutal hostility echoed through the valley.
Lin Shu licked his lips. A cruel smirk slowly spread across his calm face. "Who told you..."
"...that they don’t have a Demon General?"

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