Chapter 289: Mingyuan Demon

Inside the demon lair.

Mo Lingwei didn't waste time; using the Celestial Corpse Pearl in her hand, she controlled the Black Iron Corpse to launch a frenzied assault on Yuan Feng.

Not long after, Yuan Feng and his companions began to falter under the Black Iron Corpse's overwhelming attacks.

"Sister Mo!"

"Let's talk this out—why must it come to this?"

Yuan Feng had lost an arm, his combat power plummeting; his body was raked with bloody gashes from the Black Iron Corpse's claws, and he'd been poisoned by corpse toxin. Frantically, he begged Mo Lingwei:

"Yuan Feng, when you coerced me into joining the Ten Thousand Souls Valley, you should've foreseen this day." Mo Lingwei's gaze brimmed with killing intent as she sent her flying sword hurtling toward Yuan Feng.

"You've forced me to this!"

"Blood Curse Sacrifice! Summon the Demon!"

Yuan Feng's face twisted into madness. He pulled out a blood-red soul-reeling banner, then grimaced in agony as he spat a massive gout of essence blood onto it. His fingers formed a seal and traced a bizarre crimson symbol that instantly sank into the banner.

After completing this, his face turned as white as paper, and his cultivation base plummeted straight to Foundation Establishment mid-stage.

Yuan Feng had clearly paid a terrible price to unleash some demonic secret technique.

Immediately, dark winds surged violently within the demon lair.

From within Yuan Feng's soul-reeling banner, demonic energy churned and radiated a massive aura—even surpassing that of the Black Iron Corpse.

Amid the pitch-black demonic energy.

A demon covered in black scales, with four eyes on its head, materialized within the cavern.

"A second-rank peak demonic creature!"

Mo Lao stared at the demon and cried out in shock.

How did Brother Yuan summon the Abyssal Abyss Demon?!

"This thing attacks indiscriminately!"

The other two disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley were also stunned.

They realized Yuan Feng intended to die alongside Mo Lingwei. They exchanged glances and immediately conceived of retreat.

Mo Lingwei hadn't expected Yuan Feng could summon such a powerful Abyssal Abyss Demon.

Her face turned hopeless.

Whoosh! Crash! The Abyssal Abyss Demon merely swatted its hand—and the Black Iron Corpse was flung away, embedded deep into the cavern wall.

Then it vanished from its spot, leaving afterimages as it lunged straight at Mo Lingwei.

"Chief, watch out!"

Mo Lao, beside her, instantly flew forward, drawing a defensive spirit artifact—a round shield—and placed it before Mo Lingwei.

Crash! Another thunderous boom.

Mo Lao's body was flung like a rag, spewing blood as he collapsed to the ground.

"Mo Lao!!" Mo Lingwei's face turned deathly pale, frantic with dread.

Roar! "Hahahaha! All of you will die!"

"If I can't live, you'll all die with me!"

Yuan Feng laughed like a madman, continuously pouring essence blood into the soul-reeling banner. His aura plummeted further—to Foundation Establishment early-stage, then Qi Refining. The other two Ten Thousand Souls Valley disciples immediately activated their life-saving techniques and fled back along the path they'd come.

But just as they reached halfway down the corridor, two pitch-black earth spikes suddenly erupted beneath them, piercing straight through their bodies.

"Ugh—"

Before they could even comprehend what had happened, darkness swallowed their vision.

As they died, they faintly saw a young cultivator and a rat demon emerge from the shadows.

"Master, these are their storage bags."

Shitian Rat grinned as he handed two storage bags to Qin Ming.

He had now restored his cultivation to second-rank peak; effortlessly slaughtering these two Foundation Establishment mid-stage demonic cultivators was child's play.

"Hmm, let's go take a look."

"I only came looking for low-grade ghost spirits and corpses to plant crops. Didn't expect something better."

"That Abyssal Abyss Demon looks perfect as fertilizer for Fengyou Ghost Dates."

Shitian Rat shuddered at the words. Only his master could speak of using a second-rank peak demonic creature as fertilizer—but he'd grown used to it.

Qin Ming immediately activated True Demon Illusion, transforming into the bearded man "Long Daoren," and hurried into the demon lair.

Inside the cavern.

As the Abyssal Abyss Demon rampaged in slaughter.

Suddenly—it froze. Its movements halted. Its crimson eyes turned toward the corridor.

Yuan Feng and Mo Lingwei, witnessing this strange sight, were both stunned.

Especially Mo Lingwei, who had nearly accepted her doom.

A few seconds passed.

A bearded, rugged man descended from the corridor.

Mo Lingwei recognized him instantly—she cried out in delight: "Senior Long!"

During the Qianye Island incident, she had followed behind Long Daoren and barely escaped the onslaught of countless demonic beasts.

Now, at the last possible moment, Senior Long had appeared again.

Opposite her, Yuan Feng's heart sank into despair. Seeing Mo Lingwei greet the bearded man, he knew they were connected.

More importantly—only someone extraordinary could make a monstrous entity like the Abyssal Abyss Demon treat it as a dire threat.

In the next instant, the Abyssal Abyss Demon vanished again.

Boom! A thunderous explosion echoed through the cavern.

When everyone turned to look at "Long Daoren," a shocking scene unfolded.

The Abyssal Abyss Demon's powerful strike had been casually caught with one hand by the bearded man—utterly calm, as if strolling in a garden.

Not even his stance had shifted an inch!

Then "Long Daoren" unleashed his aura—like a primordial beast. His fingers clenched, and he crushed the Abyssal Abyss Demon's fist outright, shattering it.

Roar! The Abyssal Abyss Demon recoiled, showing fear for the first time toward Long Daoren.

Instantly, its demonic energy surged, pouring into its injured arm. In the blink of an eye, a brand-new demonic hand regrew before their eyes.

"This…."

On Yuan Feng's exhausted face, shock, disbelief, and confusion spread.

What kind of body was this? Enduring the Abyssal Abyss Demon's full-force strike without moving a muscle—and not even a scratch? It shattered his entire worldview as a demonic cultivator of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley.

He knew his soul-reeling banner was bestowed by his master, and the Abyssal Abyss Demon sealed within it was no ordinary entity.

It had been summoned from one of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley's forbidden zones—the Abyssal Nest. He knew better than anyone what power this Abyssal Abyss Demon possessed.

It far surpassed ordinary Foundation Establishment peak cultivators.

And yet, this terrifying demon was no match for the bearded man—even one strike. Could this man be a Golden Core elder in disguise?

As Yuan Feng remained bewildered—

Boom! Crash! Crash! Within the demon lair, a crimson figure flashed, pummeling the Abyssal Abyss Demon relentlessly.

The once-arrogant Abyssal Abyss Demon was forced into close combat with Long Daoren—but shattered at every touch.

Boom! Only half a teacup's time passed before the second-rank peak demonic creature's head exploded under Qin Ming's iron fist.

Finally—

Plop! The massive body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Qin Ming retracted his fist, and in his hand appeared a crimson crystal core, radiating astonishing energy.

He had no time to examine it closely; he merely waved his hand, sweeping up both the crystal core and the Abyssal Abyss Demon's corpse into his storage bag.

After refining the essence blood of two second-rank peak great demons, his power surged again.

Now, slaying this second-rank peak Mingyuan Demon required no True Gang Transformation—his raw physical strength alone had sufficed.

Then he approached Yuan Feng of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley and unleashed a cruel soul-searching technique.

"Aaaahhh!"

Instantly—

A piercing, agonized scream echoed throughout the entire demon lair.

(End of Chapter)