thefictionvixens Chapter 871 The Entire Team Was Wiped Out
Chapter 871 The Entire Team Was Wiped Out
A purple-robed cultivator stood atop a giant rock atop the mountain. The inky mountain wind whipped his wide robes, making them flutter like a battle flag poised for battle. He looked down at the snarling monkey demon at his feet. The demon's fluffy fur was stained with blood, and the iron rod in its hand was cracked from the impact of spiritual energy, yet it still stubbornly held its neck, displaying a ferocious appearance. The cultivator gently shook his head, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather, revealing no emotion whatsoever: "Killing you is still very simple. So, no need for words, make your move."
Upon hearing this, the monkey demon almost burst out laughing, letting out a strange "hoarse" sound. It gripped the iron rod tightly, its knuckles turning white from the force, its scarlet eyes filled with undisguised disdain—this cultivator looked weak and frail, his purple robe spotless, like a storyteller, yet his tone was more arrogant than a mountain king! It kicked off with its hind legs, shattering the rocks beneath its feet. Amidst the flying debris, it pounced forward like an arrow, the iron rod whistling through the air, carrying the force of shattering mountains, aiming straight for the purple-robed cultivator's face.
The two instantly clashed. The monkey demon's staff techniques were fierce and domineering, each strike shaking the ground and stirring up clouds of dust, yet the purple-robed cultivator always managed to dodge them as nimbly as a willow leaf in the wind. Wherever his fingertips brushed, pale blue spiritual energy transformed into an invisible barrier, neutralizing the monkey demon's attacks one by one. Occasionally, he would raise his hand to counterattack, the spiritual energy flicking from his fingertips landing on the monkey demon like fine needles, instantly scorching small, blackened holes in its body.
After a few exchanges, the monkey demon was panting heavily, with several burns from spiritual energy on its body, making it grimace in pain. Only then did it realize that the seemingly weak cultivator before it possessed unfathomable cultivation, and that it was indeed no match for him. Its previous arrogance had only brought it humiliation.
But it didn't notice that the purple-robed cultivator's gaze was constantly scanning the surrounding dense forest, his peripheral vision sweeping over every possible shadowy spot where someone might be hiding. He had clearly held back some of his strength when he attacked—there were many lurking eyes in this valley, the nine-tailed fox's demonic aura was faintly visible in the bushes to the east, and the black bear spirit's aura was rising and falling in the rock crevices to the west. If he went all out to deal with the monkey demon, other powerful demons might take advantage of the situation, which would be a net loss.
Unfortunately, this deliberate restraint was exploited by the monkey demon. During another sweeping attack with its iron rod, the monkey demon feigned a stumble, seemingly losing its balance, causing the purple-robed cultivator to instinctively dodge. In that instant, it suddenly spun around, the iron rod grazing the ground, the flying pebbles obscuring the cultivator's vision like hidden weapons. Simultaneously, its other hand flashed out a short sword from its waist—the blade coated with a dark green venom, its most potent and insidious weapon. Taking advantage of the momentary instability in the purple-robed cultivator's spiritual energy barrier due to the sidestep, the monkey demon channeled all its demonic power into its arm and plunged the short sword deep into the cultivator's dantian.
"puff--"
The purple-robed cultivator groaned, his spiritual energy instantly dissipating, the pale blue aura vanishing like shattered glass. He looked down in disbelief at the exposed hilt of the knife in his chest; venom spread along the wound, causing excruciating burning pain in his meridians wherever it passed. The monkey demon grinned maliciously as he pulled out the knife, blood gushing out and staining his purple robes crimson, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow—a horrifying sight.
Although the monkey demon itself was also blasted away by the cultivator's final burst of spiritual power, crashing heavily against the rock wall, a sweet taste rising in its throat as it vomited a mouthful of black blood, it had ultimately won. It lay sprawled on the ground, watching the purple-robed cultivator slowly fall, his breath fading, a blood-stained smile spreading across its lips.
By this point, the first exploration team sent by the human race had been completely wiped out. The stench of blood in the valley was so thick it was almost unbearable, and the wind carried the scent of death deep into the dense forest.
The monkey demon clutched its bleeding ribs, trembling with pain, yet it dared not even linger for a moment to catch its breath. It knew it wasn't the only great demon here; the cunning nine-tailed fox and the clumsy yet incredibly strong black bear spirit were both watching from the shadows, hoping to perform a great service before the dragon clan and earn a spot in the sacred land. It struggled to its feet, dragging its wounded body, and staggered towards the cave where Long Jiao was, determined to make its mark before the others.
"Lady Long Jiao! Lady Long Jiao!" The monkey demon shouted as soon as he entered the cave. His voice was hoarse, filled with the smugness of surviving a calamity. His face was still stained with the blood of the purple-robed cultivator, but he couldn't hide his eagerness to claim credit. "I have wiped out that group of human cultivators! Not a single one was left alive! I also personally dealt with the leader of that purple-robed cultivator!"
Long Jiao was sitting by the stone couch, smoothing Long Tian's chaotic dragon energy with her fingertips. Hearing this, she glanced at it, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashing in her eyes—just a small team, taking so long to finish. These demons were truly useless. If her brother hadn't been seriously injured and needed time, why would they have needed to rely on them? But she still wore a perfectly measured smile, her tone as gentle as spring water: "Well done. I'll remember your contribution. Don't worry, when you come back to the Dragon Clan's Holy Land with me, you'll definitely have a spot."
The monkey demon's face immediately lit up with a smile, as if all the pain from its previous injuries had vanished, and even its breathing became easier. Wasn't this exactly what it wanted? As long as it could enter the Dragon Clan's sacred ground to cultivate and absorb some dragon energy to refine its demon core, let alone this injury, even losing a layer of skin would be worth it! It bowed repeatedly, its head almost touching the ground: "Thank you, Lady Long Jiao! This subordinate will certainly perform new merits and clear all obstacles for you!"
Long Jiao waved her hand, signaling it to retreat. Her gaze returned to Long Tian's face, the gentleness in her eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by solemnity. So what if they had dealt with one squad? She could sense an even more powerful aura approaching, a power capable of threatening her and her brother. This battle had only just begun.
The other group of human cultivators fared slightly better, but their situation was far from easy. They hadn't encountered any ferocious, talking demons capable of overturning mountains, but the constant stream of lesser demons along the way was a constant headache—blue-faced, fanged mountain spirits would leap from behind old trees, brandishing thorny vines and targeting ankles; forked snakes slithered through waist-high grass, their scales gleaming with a ghostly blue light, their venom capable of temporarily freezing spiritual energy; and there were also flower fairies, seemingly harmless but capable of whimpering and moving like blurry shadows, who would sneak up on people and burrow into their collars, their pollen-laden needles pricking the skin until it tingled. These lesser demons weren't individually strong, but their sheer numbers and familiarity with the terrain made them relentlessly persistent, draining their mental and spiritual energy.