thefictionvixens Chapter 870 I need to perform well
Chapter 870 I need to perform well
"Damn it! These monsters are using a tag-team strategy!" a cultivator roared, noticing something amiss. He had just slashed away the vines wrapping around his neck when a poisonous thorn shot out from behind by the tree spirit, piercing his lower back. The excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. Before he could finish speaking, the tree spirit's vines tightly constricted his neck, and he could only watch helplessly as the spotted snake demon flicked its tongue and approached, its sharp fangs piercing his throat. His vision rapidly collapsed in the darkness.
In less than half an hour, the human race had lost nearly half its men, and most of the survivors were wounded. Their spiritual energy had been severely depleted in the successive fierce battles, and they were almost too weak to even lift their swords. On the other hand, although many lesser demons had also been killed, their corpses piled up by the roadside, new demons kept emerging from the depths of the mist—more ferocious bear monsters and faster fox demons than before. They seemed to multiply with each battle, as if they could never be killed off.
The monkey demon, carrying a bloodstained iron rod with warm liquid still dripping from its tip, wiped the blood from its face with its furry paws. Looking at the human cultivators surrounded by them, their faces ashen, it grinned smugly: "How's it going, humans? Not feeling good, are you? You're still too green to fight us demons! Do you really think this Misty Forest is a place for you to run wild?"
The purple-robed cultivator, leaning on his sword for support, managed to stay upright. The blade dug half a foot into the earth to keep him afloat. Looking around at the densely packed demons, their eyes gleaming with greedy green light, he finally realized they were utterly doomed. These seemingly insignificant demons, through sheer numbers and the advantage of the terrain, had dragged their elite force to the brink of exhaustion. From the depths of the mist, the faint, oppressive aura of the dragon race emanated—their target. But now, they lacked even the strength to take another step forward, forced to watch helplessly as the shadow of death, like the surrounding mist, slowly swallowed them whole.
The monkey demon carried a gleaming iron rod, still stained with undried blood, its surface gleaming coldly in the moonlight. A sharp, piercing howl echoed from its throat, carrying a chilling ferocity. The monsters behind it were instantly ignited with ferocity. The black bear demon pounded its chest and roared, the snake demon flicked its forked tongue, and the wolf demon grinned, revealing its gleaming white fangs. Their eyes gleamed with malice, and they charged after the monkey demon.
These demons were clearly determined to tear the humans in front of them apart—after all, the human cultivators had exhausted most of their spiritual power in order to withstand the first wave of attacks, and now their spiritual power was scattered, their auras were chaotic, and some of them were even trembling in the hands holding their magic weapons, making it the perfect time to strike.
Although the human cultivators fought desperately, their flying swords slicing through the night sky and clashing with the demonic claws, creating blinding sparks, and the sounds of incantations and screams mingled together, the losses from the previous battles were simply too great. Those remaining could barely form a proper formation. Some were pounced on by the wolf demons, their screams abruptly cut short; others had their flying swords shattered by the black bear monster's palm, instantly torn to pieces. In less than half an incense stick's time, except for the leader in the purple robes, everyone else lay in pools of blood, their magical treasures reduced to scrap metal, their corpses torn to shreds by the demons, the stench of blood filling the air, nauseating to behold.
The purple-robed cultivator stared at the corpses strewn across the ground, his face ashen, his hand gripping his whisk trembling. He never imagined these demons could be so ferocious; they hadn't been this powerful just days before, as if they'd undergone a complete transformation overnight. At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind: As long as I live, I'll have my revenge. Escape! I must escape!
Just as he was secretly gathering his spiritual power, his fingertips forming an escape spell, preparing to unleash his escape light, the monkey demon suddenly raised its hand to stop its subordinates' movements. The monkey demon's darting eyes knew that the two dragons were surely watching from the shadows. This charade had to be performed flawlessly to showcase the demon race's capabilities. It brandished its iron rod and shouted at the still-howling lesser demons, "All of you, get out of the way!"
The little demons were all shrewd and instantly understood the Monkey King's meaning—he wanted to personally meet this strongest human so he could show off his skills in front of the Dragon Clan. They immediately dropped their fierce appearance, lowered their heads, and retreated, quickly retreating to a distance of ten feet, leaving only the monkey demons and the purple-robed cultivator facing off. The scene instantly fell silent, with only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.
Upon seeing this, the purple-robed cultivator's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He forced himself to remain calm, staring at the monkey demon, his voice trembling slightly with fear: "What exactly do you want?"
The monkey demon grinned, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth. It slammed its iron rod on the ground with a loud thud, shaking the earth and sending dirt flying. "You're the strongest of them all," it said. "Well then, if you can defeat me, I'll let you go; but if you lose..." A fierce glint flashed in its eyes as it licked the blood from its lips, "then don't blame me for smashing your head open with this one blow!"
The purple-robed cultivator knew that there was no way he could fight his way out now. The monkey demon's strength was unfathomable; the earth-shaking attack just now showed a spiritual power far exceeding his expectations. But this was his only chance of survival. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Do you mean what you say? If I win, will you really let me go?"
"I, the Monkey Demon, always keep my word!" The Monkey Demon patted its chest and guaranteed, its chest thumping loudly. "As long as you can win, I'll make you get lost immediately, without stopping you!" It was always confident in its strength. This purple-robed cultivator's spiritual power was severely depleted, and his aura was as weak as a candle in the wind. He was no match for it at all.
Having said that, the monkey demon made a move to raise the iron rod, but then suddenly stopped, tilted his head, and revealed a strange smile: "Judging from your weak aura, you probably don't even have 30% of your spiritual power left. Do you want to rest for a while and give yourself some time to recover your spiritual power? Otherwise people will say that I'm bullying you, and it will embarrass my Monkey King reputation."
The purple-robed cultivator dared not believe its nonsense, taking it as blatant mockery. His mind was consumed with thoughts of escaping alive, reporting the situation to his sect, explaining the strange nature of the demon race's sudden rise to power, and perhaps even receiving a reward, which would allow him to seek revenge. He took a deep breath, flicked his whisk, and the white ribbons traced an arc in the air: "No need, let's do it!"