Chapter 101: How Did It Turn Into a Group Battle?

At the same time, the Landmine Dao Technique activated instantly, and the earth qi within a hundred‑mile radius converged onto Li Mu!

The violet‑black electric arcs, a sign of divine punishment, surged and raged continuously over the blood python!

Li Mu didn't even need to act!

The moment he did act!

It was as powerful as thunder crushing the heavens!

But just as Li Mu was about to engage in a life‑or‑death battle with that Darkscale Evil Jiao, several streaks of light flickered one after another across the ruined plaza.

What surprised Li Mu was that

One after another, a number of Outer Disciples from the Ziyang Sect were teleported in.

This caused Li Mu's peak‑level offensive to abruptly halt, and he looked toward the plaza with a bewildered expression.

Very quickly!

Among the newly‑arrived crowd, Li Mu spotted a familiar figure!

"Hmm?"

"Song Haolin!"

"How did he also get teleported here by that red light?"

"Could it be that the solo duel I was supposed to fight alone has turned into a group raid?"

"I have no idea whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for me..."

Looking at the plaza, more and more red silhouettes were being teleported here.

The Darkscale Evil Jiao clearly sensed something and let out a roar!

Only, Li Mu hadn't even started fighting it yet, yet the beast immediately entered its second‑stage transformation!

But the Darkscale Evil Jiao also refused to sit and wait for death!

In less than a quarter of an hour, a ghost‑aura‑laden, aura‑radiant Demon Race emerged.

It burst out, leaving a pool of flesh and massive splatters of fresh blood on the ground.

Everyone who saw the terrifying scene involuntarily drew a sharp gasp of cold air.

At the same time, their eyes widened, and an extreme sense of dread spread through everyone's hearts.

It was a Demon Race creature over three meters tall, looking from a distance like a small house.

A terrifyingly sharp, jagged horn sprouted on its forehead, and its skin bore an eerie bluish‑gray hue.

Robust bones continuously shifted and writhed, while the muscles along its back spread outward to both sides.

There, faint weapons glimmered with a cold sheen, as if ready to fire from its back in the next instant, chilling everyone present to the bone.

Moreover, a bone‑chilling sound, like raging waves and rolling thunder, constantly emanated from within its body.

Its entire body was covered with spines and vines, each spine faintly crackling with violet‑black electric arcs.

A massive ten‑meter tail swung exaggeratedly, as if it could tear the surrounding air in two.

Within its body, a mournful wail that sent shivers down the spine could be heard.

At this moment, the oppressive presence of this Demon Race had reached an unprecedentedly exaggerated level, tightening everyone's throats.

A foreboding feeling began to spread through everyone's hearts, and the tangible terrifying demon aura radiated outward from its body for thousands of meters.

It instantly locked Li Mu, Song Haolin and the others firmly in place.

A terror as heavy as Mount Tai's weight roamed around them, crushing their knees and forcing them to kneel and crawl before the great demon.

What? Who would have thought that this seemingly unremarkable little snake was actually a genuine Darkscale Evil Jiao.

That news was indeed sensational; after sensing the terrifying aura that only a Demon Race king can wield.

Song Haolin seemed as if his soul had been completely drained, his face growing ever more desperate.

He couldn't stop thinking, if there truly existed a regret‑pill in this world.

Then he would have taken it immediately.

Given any choice, he would never opt to clash head‑on with a creature of Darkscale Evil Jiao caliber.

He would try every means to stay as far away from these Darkscale Evil Jiao as possible.

After all, Song Haolin still understood the value of self‑awareness.

Although Song Haolin boasted of his extraordinary strength and profound cultivation realm, it depends on whom he compares himself to.

Compared with those Demon Generals and Demon Soldiers, Song Haolin naturally wielded overwhelming terrifying power over them.

But if Song Haolin were to face a Darkscale Evil Jiao, he had no clue how he would meet his end.

In contrast, Song Haolin could still stand his ground, striving to preserve the last shred of dignity.

The other few Ziyang Sect disciples were clearly unable to hold on.

Their knees gave way one by one, collapsing like noodles, their bodies trembling and convulsing in sheer terror.

At this moment, Li Mu also felt an indescribable oppressive terror, surging from all directions like a tidal wave.

To say without exaggeration, if it weren't for that terrifying tome in his mind constantly flipping pages—

—if he could dissolve and absorb the terrifying demon aura emanating from the Darkscale Evil Jiao, Li Mu could conclude he would likely go mad.

He was so frightened his knees gave way, bowing his head in surrender, utterly powerless to fight back.

Meanwhile, the odd tome in Li Mu's mental stone sea could aid him when confronting certain Demon Generals and Demon Soldiers.

Naturally, it allowed him to act with a clear conscience, fearless awe, even ease.

But this creature before him was no mere Demon General or Soldier; it was a genuine Darkscale Evil Jiao, a king among the Demon Race.

Its every move exerted pressure on Li Mu hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of the Demon Generals and Soldiers he had faced before.

The Darkscale Evil Jiao, the absolute king of the Demon Race, needs only that simple introduction.

That makes one cannot help but feel an unprecedented despair.

Even within the sect, he had already heard many elders and stewards pass down by word of mouth.

They said that the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao is a truly independent powerhouse among the Demon Race, each possessing terrifying strength not inferior to a human cultivator's Foundation Establishment Realm.

It is the genuine king that makes countless cultivators flee in terror, their hearts filled with fear.

If one were to encounter a Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao, especially after leaving the protection of the Ziyang Sect.

Then one must not harbor any sliver of hope; the only option is to flee, using every means and ability to escape the slaughter range of those Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao.

Only in this way can one preserve one's life.

"Hoo‑chi, hoo‑chi, hoo‑chi…"

Li Mu felt as if his throat were being tightly clamped by an invisible giant hand.

Thus, each breath was as difficult as fighting a battle.

At the same time, as he gulped air, Li Mu could distinctly feel the air in his lungs being gradually drawn out and compressed.

Yet during this process, the Heavenly Book in his mind never paused a moment, still rustling incessantly as pages turned.

As the page‑turning accelerated, Li Mu could clearly sense the terrifying demonic aura surging from all directions being swiftly dispersed and shattered like delicate spring snow.

Consequently, Li Mu felt the pressure on his shoulders had noticeably lessened compared to before.

"Hahaha, although you didn't guess the ending, you did guess the beginning."

"The reason I gathered you all here is indeed to show you a fine treasure."

"Now is the crucial moment for me to unveil this treasure's veil."

The Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao repeatedly pounded its chest with both hands, emitting a deafening, maniacal laugh.

It exuded a smug feeling of wielding the ultimate life‑and‑death authority over everyone in the arena.

With a booming thud, during the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao's smug laughter...

Since earlier, Song Haolin, who had remained silent without any expression, suddenly drew his sword.

A fierce, domineering blade qi, with thunderous force, slashed toward the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao's chest.

That slash was Song Haolin's exertion of all his strength.

Even his Microcosm erupted in unrestrained force, the power far exceeding what an ordinary person could imagine.

Yet it was still Song Haolin's blade, poured with his entire might.

Only a muffled "puff!" sound was heard.

But the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao, barely exerting force, simply flexed its right hand, snapped a finger, and shattered the blade qi into fragments.

"Hmph, enough!"

"In my eyes, you are merely a swarm of little ants at the Qi Refining Realm."

"Since you are ants, you should adopt the resolve an ant ought to have and cease your desperate struggle."

"Such action holds no meaning for you."

"Also, let me tell you, this king despises being interrupted while speaking."

"Once, twice, never a third!"

"If you try to interrupt me again, I will dismember you, turning you into a lifeless corpse."

"Thump…"

After his full‑force strike, Song Haolin did not expect to feel so insignificant and trivial before his opponent.

The gap between them was truly enormous!

So great that even his all‑out slash was effortlessly nullified by the opponent, as easy as blowing out a candle.

"Speaking of it, this time truly left me immensely disappointed."

"I thought that by publicly announcing the presence of the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao, the Ziyang Sect would later send some Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators to the town to exterminate demons and monsters."

"As the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

"This king longed for stars and moons, yet ended up awaiting you, a bunch of Refining Qi Realm little ants."

"Just you?"

"At most, you're only enough to fill my teeth gap!"

"The Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao shook its head and swayed, emitting a series of sighs in a surprisingly humanlike manner."

It seemed utterly disappointed at the Ziyang Sect for sending Li Mu and Song Haolin, a band of battle‑worthless, here.

"Enough, enough…"

"Among your human cultivators, isn't there a classic saying that even a mosquito's leg, however small, is still meat?"

"Since these mosquito legs have been presented before me, I have no reason to push them away; I'll simply enjoy them thoroughly."

In the next instant, the Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao reached into its opened armor behind, producing a box roughly the thickness of an adult's arm.

At first glance, the box appeared utterly plain, its shape grotesquely old and ugly.

Yet the oppressive feeling came from the fact that this seemingly ordinary box bore one strange script after another, unique to the Demon Race.

Moreover, it exuded waves of terrifying aura like looming dark clouds.

Anyone not foolish could perceive it.

The Mysterious‑scaled Evil Jiao chose to reveal such an oddly shaped, primitive box at this moment.

This implies that something extremely terrifying is hidden within!