Chapter 967

Demonic clouds roiled, the floating war fortress hovered slightly above Yin Wu Shuang's camp, then slowly spewed demonic clouds and gloomy wind, continuously accelerating its flight northward.

The Blood Raven Daoist stood on the roof of the demon palace at the fortress's center, gazing at the ever more distant camp; the Blood Light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

After a while, once the few demonic vessels escorting along the way had been tossed far behind, the Blood Raven Daoist waved his hand and gave a soft hum: "Send a few sharp ones to keep an eye on these three brats."

"Hehe, as a demonic path person, I don't act without profit; why would Yin Wu Shuang bother summoning Yin Wu Zhi and Yin Wu Yong together?"

Yin Wuzhi

"What's more, they've gathered all the allied sects, clans, and wandering demons; what do they intend to do? The Fufeng Divine Dynasty has already been drained of its vital energy—what need do a few frontier garrison cities have for them to expend such a great cost?"

"How strange, how strange—these three brats want to keep the good stuff to themselves. Hehe, where did they find something good?"

"Hmm, around Mount Wind City, I've never heard of any strange place."

"Could it be an ancient sect ruin? A powerful wandering cultivator's blessed land? Or perhaps some heaven-nurtured cave paradise is about to open?"

"Surely not—could the Fufeng Divine Dynasty have some other deployment around Mount Wind City? Its secret treasury? Or something even more tremendous?"

"You sly, sly little brat, humph—but trying to hide from Daoist me and eat alone? Not that simple. Anyone my Blood Sea Palace disciples set their sights on must at least split half when they meet."

As the Blood Raven Daoist muttered to himself, several strands of extremely fine Blood Light flew from the demon palace, silently heading toward Yin Wu Shuang's camp.

The Blood Raven Daoist nodded in satisfaction and said softly: "Be careful, be cautious—there are plenty of experts among them; don't let them catch you."

"If they chop off your heads, Daoist me won't feel sorry. But if you lose face for Daoist me, hehe, Daoist me will exterminate your whole clan."

Below the fortress, seventy-two polygonal floating formations spewed Blood Light, driving the fortress's flight speed ever faster; after more than ten thousand li from Yin Wu Shuang's camp, this massive fortress had already turned into a streak of Blood Light, flashing ten thousand li as it raced northward.

Eight Directions Conquest Envoy

Ten li long and wide, with a height of over two hundred zhang at its highest point, the floating war fortress came crashing forward with magnificent momentum.

Wu Tie let out a strange laugh, and a terrifying aura—extremely dark, extremely cold, seemingly filled with all the world's negative energy—exploded from his body, instantly enveloping a radius of ten thousand li.

He clenched his right fist, which turned pitch black; accompanied by a low rumbling sound, vast black lightning burst from his jet-black fist, and then he punched the oncoming fortress.

With a tremendous boom, the fortress's heavy metal wall was punched through; hundreds of demon soldiers standing on that section of the wall, like withered leaves in the wind, fluttered backward spitting blood, their armor shattered by the blow, countless fine black lightning crackling rapidly over their bodies, instantly extinguishing all their vitality.

The enormous floating war fortress shuddered violently, and Wu Tie's punch brought it to an abrupt halt.

Inside the fortress, nearly a hundred thousand demon troops shouted in unison, losing their footing and tumbling forward outwards. The demon soldiers on the walls screamed as they fell off, while those inside slammed into walls and pillars, each bruised and swollen, with terrifying cracking sounds of broken bones echoing everywhere.

The tremendous tremor also destroyed the various formations inside the floating war fortress; the seventy‑two formations supporting this floating war fortress all flickered, constantly cracking open thumb‑thick fissures that spewed vast sheets of firelight and black smoke.

Standing on the demon palace's roof, the Blood Crow Daoist, who was calculating what scheme Yin Wu Shuang, Yin Wu Zhi, and Yin Wu Yong had when they gathered together, also staggered, nearly being flung off the roof.

However, he was after all the direct descendant of the Blood Sea Palace, a half‑step Venerable in cultivation, and moreover among half‑step Venerables he was one of the very top few; his body was flung forward more than ten zhang, his whole body suddenly exploded into a mass of Blood Light, and after a flash he returned to the demon palace's roof, standing firmly in his original spot.

His eyes spat out viscous Blood Light, and behind the Blood Crow Daoist a great expanse of blood mist roiled upward; within the mist a huge demonic crow with three heads, three legs, and twelve wings let out a sharp cry, slowly condensing from the mist into a massive scarlet body.

The six eyes of the three‑headed, three‑footed huge demonic crow spat out Blood Light, like six long blades, locking onto Wu Tie's figure.

"Where did you little demon brat come from, daring to seek trouble from your Blood Crow Grandfather's hands…"

The Blood Crow Daoist was about to announce his identity when Wu Tie flickered, appearing like a ghost before him, his left hand seizing the man's throat while his right hand delivered a string of slaps, 'pak‑pak‑pak'.

After a furious barrage of slaps, the Blood Crow Daoist's head swung left and right, his cheeks nearly ripped off, his teeth loosened, and he was dazed, not knowing where he was.

He howled hysterically, frantically drawing on his mana to resist.

But Wu Tie's left hand locked its fingers like a vise around his neck, as if heaven and earth had become a giant shackle sealing his body; even if he mustered the strength of an infant's suckle, his vast, sea‑like mana remained utterly unmoved.

More than a dozen heavily armored demon army commanders bellowed, brandishing spears and halberds as they lunged at Wu Tie in a frenzy of thrusts and stabs.

Wu Tie stood unmoving; behind him a black scorching sun rose slowly, his skin turning jet black with faint golden tracings flickering within, making him resemble a great mountain planted there; the spears and halberds flashing with blinding light struck him, producing only a continual 'ding‑ding' as sparks sprayed all over his body.

After a few 'clang‑clang' sounds, Wu Tie endured a hundred‑odd fierce blows; his skin twitched slightly, releasing a terrifying recoil force that shattered more than a dozen spears and halberds of nine‑refined immortal weapon grade or higher.

More than a dozen demon army commanders whose cultivation had reached the seventh heaven of the Divine Realm or higher all vomited blood, their arms shattered in crushing fractures, unable to stand, and were flung dozens of miles away by the recoil force Wu Tie released.

Cold sweat poured from the Blood Crow Daoist's body; he instantly realized this was a Venerable‑level old monster.

However, the entire Supreme Demon Nation had only thirty‑six Venerable old monsters in total.

The Supreme Demon Nation had already formed an extremely solid power structure and division of territories; each of the thirty‑six Venerable old monsters held a domain, among which the Demonic Imperial lineage was the strongest, comprising nine Demon Lords.

Of the remaining twenty‑seven Demon Lords, fifteen were the supreme demon nation's top aristocratic clans; for example, the eight Pacification Envoys of the Supreme Demon Nation each had a Demon Lord stationed in their family.

The remaining twelve Demon Lords came from sects.

For instance, the Blood Sea Palace, to which the Blood Crow Daoist belongs, had its founder, the Blood Sea Old Ancestor, as one of the thirty‑six Venerable Lords.

The imperial house, aristocratic clans, and sects stood in a tripartite balance, checking and balancing each other to maintain the vast, overbearing Supreme Demon Nation.

The Blood Crow Daoist is the direct disciple‑grandson of the Blood Sea Old Ancestor, so he naturally knows the data on the thirty‑six Venerable old monsters inside out.

Among the thirty‑six Venerable Lords, there is absolutely none like the one before him.

The one before him not only possessed an incomparably powerful physique, but also specialized in lightning arts; the power of his black lightning was downright terrifying.

Among the thirty‑six Venerable Lords, only three pursued the body‑cultivation path, one each from the imperial house, aristocratic clans, and sects. Moreover, lightning is the bane of the Demonic Dao, the nemesis of all demonic arts and spells, yet none of the thirty‑six Venerable Lords cultivated lightning.

This is an unknown, mysterious 'new' Demon Lord.

"Senior… junior has offended you; please spare my life." The Blood Crow Daoist felt Wu Tie's matchless terrifying aura and immediately yielded, begging for mercy. To demonic cultivators, might makes right; for the sake of survival, any action can be forgiven.

If it weren't for Wu Tie choking his neck, rendering him immobile, the Blood Crow Daoist would already be on the ground licking Wu Tie's boots.

"Blood Crow… heh, disciple of the Blood Sea Old Geezer." Wu Tie's visage was shrouded in a layer of black mist.

He had condensed seven Dao seals of Yin‑Yang and the Five Phases; the Yin seal among them was profound and inexhaustible, encompassing all myriad phenomena, so that every evil and improper force in the world ultimately returns to the Yin Dao.

Therefore, for Wu Tie to pose as a demonic cultivator was truly no trouble at all.

The Primordial Scripture contains everything; moreover, Old Iron's inherited database holds endless knowledge. Wu Tie casually selected a few top‑tier demonic arts, activated them with the Yin seal, and instantly appeared as an age‑old demonic master.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, old man won't bully a child." Wu Tie laughed with a 'heh‑heh‑heh', his laughter carrying a soul‑shaking, terrifying force; the Blood Crow Daoist felt his spirit tremble, and the gigantic demonic crow phantom behind him shuddered wildly before collapsing with a 'boom'.

With a 'waa', the Blood Crow Daoist spat out mouthfuls of blood, his cultivation instantly diminished by about ten percent.

Originally, the Blood Crow Daoist was among the top few of half‑step Venerables; losing about ten percent of his cultivation burned away millennia of painstaking practice, dropping his strength to merely average among half‑step Venerables.

His heart bled, his chest felt as if twisted, yet the Blood Crow Daoist wore a fawning smile, nodding continually to Wu Tie: "Sir, sir, tell me anything you need; I'm listening. Rest assured, with just a word from you—whether it's blades mountains or seas of fire—I'll get it done, solid and reliable."

Wu Tie gave the Blood Crow Daoist a cold glance and drawled, "You sent people to monitor Yin Wu Shuang and those three brats? Well, you've got a little bit of cleverness."

With a mysterious chuckle, Wu Tie said leisurely, "No need to send anyone; old man knows what they're up to… the Fusang Divine Dynasty dispatched a dozen or so of their finest princes, among whom one named Fusang Xiaoyao found a vast continent."

On that continent, there is a state called Wuguo. Its territory is vast, its populace numerous, its products abundant; it can be called a land of abundance.

Yinwu Shuang, they want to monopolize Wuguo's benefits.

Just tell the people behind you about this, whether it's Yinwu Ying or the Blood Sea Old Man; in short, just spread the word.

Wu Tie lightly patted the face of the Blood Crow Daoist three times with a "pa-pa-pa" sound, and the Blood Crow Daoist promptly spat out three mouthfuls of blood.

With each mouthful of blood he spat, the Blood Crow Daoist's cultivation dropped a level; after spitting three mouthfuls, he was unceremoniously flung from half-step Venerable back to the peak of the Divine Realm, Great Perfection.

The Blood Crow Daoist's heart was continually dripping blood; he had come to hate Wu Tie to the bone.

Yet he still wore a smile, nodding repeatedly at Wu Tie: "Senior, rest assured, I will handle this matter right away, right away... I never expected that Yinwu Shuang would be so... so... ambitious and ruthless."

Quickly casting aside the resentment over his shattered cultivation, the Blood Crow Daoist realized the importance of the information Wu Tie had spoken.

Good grief, ancestors! Yinwu Shuang actually discovered a new continent, and on it there is even a prosperous dynasty... a dynasty, just how much wealth and resources must it have?

Blood Crow's mind raced through countless thoughts, his body trembling slightly, he looked at Wu Tie with a fawning smile: "Senior, rest assured, I will definitely see to this matter properly for you."

Wu Tie slowly nodded: "Best be so, otherwise you will surely die... You might as well tell the Blood Sea Old Man, saying that I am timid, not daring to go alone to Wuguo on an adventure, merely wanting to find a bunch of cannon fodder to serve as my vanguard... You can tell him that directly."

With a few "heh-heh-heh" laughs, Wu Tie's body swayed and he vanished without a trace.

The Blood Crow Daoist stumbled and fell onto the roof, he caught his breath, slowly rose to his feet, his eyes flashing with Blood Light, and he murmured gloomily: "In the Supreme Demon State, the thirty-six Venerables are a fixed rule... we juniors have no chance."

"But, this senior... heh, if he can succeed, how could we not be able to?"

"A brand-new continent, a brand-new dynasty... what have we done up there, those old fogies, can they still manage things over there?"

"This matter, uh, cannot be told to the ancestors; it's up to us juniors... tsk, the ancestors previously suffered grave injuries and are now in seclusion healing; we filial descendants must not disturb their meditation."

"So, we should first... discuss these difficult and perilous matters, get them settled, okay?"

"This senior is merely asking for someone to go as a pathfinder sacrifice... since Yinwu Shuang and the three of them dare to do it, it shows that place isn't too dangerous."

The Blood Crow Daoist narrowed his eyes, suddenly gave a strange laugh; the blood-red gourd behind him shot up into the sky, a stream of blood mist spewed from its mouth, and within the floating battle fortress, nearly a hundred thousand demon troops swayed and collapsed unconscious together.

"Hmm, behave yourselves; before the Daoist Lord works out a result, you'd better behave. Don't dare leak the news."

"As for the profits, the fewer people sharing them, the better, right?"