The colossal pillar of light that pierced the heavens slowly dissipated.
Night fell once more upon Yongzhou Pass.
But the sounds of slaughter that had echoed throughout the majestic Border Region abruptly vanished at this moment.
A deathly silence, like that of a ghost domain, descended.
Whether they were the Demon Generals under the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch or the Group of Demons that had journeyed from the Great Shun Dynasty, all of them held the same posture.
Every figure had their head tilted back, their dazed eyes fixed on the sky.
They might not have been like the Demons near the grand peak, fortunate enough to witness the tall, slender figure on its summit.
But they could all see the giant Cyan Simurgh, its wings spanning a thousand feet, tumbling out of the clouds like a torn sack, its charred Feathers scattering across the horizon.
The Mountain God Mirror, slaying a Mountain God?
The reason why the Treasure Mirror had inexplicably missed its mark twice in a row finally seemed to have an explanation.
It wasn’t that the Treasure Mirror was broken; it had fallen into the hands of the Demon Race.
"Hah! Who was that?" Demon General Lei Yin forcefully wiped the cold sweat from his bald head.
As one of the Ten Great Demon Generals under the Cloud Dragon, his strength ranked at least in the top five.
But he had almost died under the Golden Light just a moment ago.
He had thought it was a stroke of luck, but now he realized someone had saved him.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving me! This Little Demon is eternally grateful. If you have any commands in the future, Lei Yin will obey even unto death!" He bowed deeply in the direction of the grand peak.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Yongzhou Pass.
The Golden Bear Demon General was also so shocked by this scene that his mouth went dry, and he couldn’t regain his senses for a long time.
Beside him, Qingming fell into deep thought.
She suddenly recalled Demon Brother Lin’s actions as he searched Yu Duchuan’s corpse earlier.
’That exquisite Small Seal didn’t seem like a Magical Treasure, but more like some kind of token.’
’Could it be the key to opening the Sword Array?!’
’So that’s why Demon Brother Lin left in such a hurry—he was going to seize the mirror.’
’Trying to take Yongzhou Pass’s most precious treasure right in front of three Golden Core Powerhouses...’
Just thinking about it made the beautiful woman’s back run cold, and she felt slightly breathless.
Compared to this group of Demon Generals,
the two Demon Monarchs in the sky, Cloud Dragon and Hong Ling, exchanged a look of mutual astonishment after a brief moment of shock.
Clearly, both of them recognized the young man.
Just over ten days ago, Hong Ling had personally stated that the Core Formation Cultivator wouldn’t be able to affect much.
Now, it seemed his influence was far too great.
So great that it left her completely speechless!
What confused the woman most right now was this: even if the Moon-Devouring Demon General had the status of a Yu Family Disciple and had found out how to enter the Sword Array...
...how did he manage to control the Mountain God Mirror?
’A Spirit Treasure like this is practically a living thing. How could anyone besides the Cyan Simurgh control it?’
"Focus!"
The Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch reacted extremely quickly, suppressing the shock in his heart in an instant.
He noticed that his young friend Lin Shu had already disappeared from the mountain summit.
This meant the situation had undergone an earth-shattering change!
Sure enough, a roar suddenly erupted nearby.
"You little thief, how dare you!"
The Golden-striped Profound Tiger’s eyes were wide with fury, its voice like thunder, carrying an indescribable rage.
As that gust of clear wind swept past, the Mountain God Mirror that he had coveted for so long vanished right from under his nose.
Gone... just like that, it was gone!
All that scheming, only to end up preparing a wedding dress for someone else.
"Yu Qiheng, go after him for me! Use Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol, quickly, chase him! Otherwise, I will kill you right here and now!"
Zhao Zhiyue whirled around, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
’I absolutely cannot let that spawn escape so easily.’
"SCREEE..."
The massive, charred body of the Cyan Simurgh convulsed as it violently vomited mouthfuls of blood.
The residual Golden Light clung to its body like a net of plasma.
Yu Qiheng’s eyes were filled with confusion.
Even on the verge of death, he still couldn’t understand why the Mountain God Mirror had attacked him.
He hadn’t even had time to turn and see the thief’s identity.
A mixture of grief and fury threatened to tear his heart apart.
Soon, feeling the shift in the gazes of the three figures around him, the confusion in Yu Qiheng’s eyes gradually turned to fear.
From the beginning of the fight until now, he had been angry and frustrated, but never afraid.
Because with Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol, he could protect his own life no matter how intense the battle became.
It was for this very reason that the other three had only tried to drive him away from the start, never thinking they could actually kill him, a Golden Core Immortal of the Yu Family.
But now, feeling the golden plasma coursing over his body, a deep-seated fear suddenly surged within Yu Qiheng’s heart.
No matter how powerful the Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol Divine Technique was, it still required Magical Power to activate.
In his current grievously wounded and wretched state, it was already difficult for him to merge with the wind.
Even if he transformed into wind, the overwhelming scent of blood would be impossible to conceal, and he would be unable to reach his top speed.
’Whoever that thief is, I can only search for them later.’
At this moment, only a single thought remained in Yu Qiheng’s mind.
’Run!!’
Burning his bloodline, he shot straight into the distance.
"Don’t you dare leave!"
Seeing his action, the Golden-striped Profound Tiger transformed into a streak of light and lunged at him.
The sound of tearing silk filled the air.
Beneath its sharp claws, a large chunk of the Cyan Simurgh’s body was torn off, its entrails scattering across the sky.
Yet Yu Qiheng had no intention of looking back.
He furiously flapped his wings, violently knocking the tiger away.
"AHHH!!"
Zhao Zhiyue’s face twisted, and his unwilling roar of fury caused the majestic Border Region below to tremble faintly.
But forget the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch and Demon Monarch Hong Ling—
even Yu Qiheng, the master of the Mountain God Mirror, could hear the impotent rage within it.
The theft of the Treasure Mirror was now a foregone conclusion.
Unless the thief was a fool, there was no way they would ever return.
"Should we make a move?"
Demon Monarch Hong Ling’s eyes glittered. This might be a rare opportunity to kill a Golden Core Mountain God.

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