Chapter 811: Both Fall

A period of time passed.

Yan Buji stood on the high cliff of the mining area, his black robe fluttering, eyes like blades, gazing toward Black Wind Gorge. The sky was gloomy, fierce winds carrying sand and gravel howled past, slapping his face, yet he did not stir a hair, as if he had merged with the solemn killing of heaven and earth.

"…calculating the time, it should begin now…"

He lightly brushed the Demon Tribe token at his waist with his fingertip, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. The tracking restriction on this token had long been altered by him, and now it continuously sent false location data back to the Demon Tribe's royal court.

"Yuan Zhen, Pang Mingde, Demon Tribe…" Yan Buji murmured, "All three sides want to use my hand, yet they do not know I am the one moving the pieces."

He took out the secret letter sent by Huang Tian Shangren, which detailed which routes to the Demon Tribe continent were safe and which were dangerous.

"The Black Heavenly Emperor's relic… the Flapping Wing Thunder…"

Yan Buji narrowed his eyes, calculating in his mind. Yuan Zhen wanted to enlist Pang Mingde's help to break the wind‑cave seal, seize the Flapping Wing Thunder, then go to the Dao Realm to snatch the Source First Son; Pang Mingde wanted to monopolize the Flapping Wing Thunder and break through the He Dao Peak bottleneck; and the Demon Tribe…

"The Demon Tribe is the most dangerous."

They outwardly promised to shelter him, but in fact intended to use the Supreme Wind Cave's killing formation to wipe out Yuan Zhen and Pang Mingde in one stroke!

Yan Buji folded the secret letter, turned and walked back to his dwelling.

"From now on, we'll see how they kill each other."

At the same time, on the Demon Tribe continent, the Supreme Wind Cave!

The gale cut like knives, carving countless fine cracks into the rock walls, as if even the air were sliced into fragments. As one of the Ten Great Terrains of the Five Realms, the Supreme Wind Cave is no safer than the Boundless Abyssal Trench; on the contrary, it is even more perilous.

The danger of the Boundless Abyssal Trench lies in the unknown monsters hidden within its seven inner layers, and the Heavenly Demon King sealed somewhere, causing the world to speak of it with dread.

Yet few human cultivators have ever set foot in this Supreme Wind Cave.

Pang Mingde stood suspended in midair, a gleam flashing in his eyes, faint dragon shadows coiling around his body.

"Yuan Zhen, since you're here, why hide your head and tail?"

Ripples rose in the void, Yuan Zhen's figure slowly materialized. He still bore a scholarly demeanor, a folding fan lightly shaking in his hand, a faint smile on his face: "Elder Pang, why the hurry? The Flapping Wing Thunder is inside the cave; it won't run away with long legs."

Pang Mingde snorted coldly: "Enough chatter! You think those few riff‑raff from the Holy Heart Alliance can stop me?"

Yuan Zhen folded his fan, his smile turning cold: "Elder Pang, since you know this is a trap, yet still come alone… I admire that courage."

Before the words finished, the surrounding rock walls suddenly exploded! Twelve blood‑robe cultivators leapt from the fissures, each gripping a segment of jet‑black chain!

"The Holy Heart Alliance's Blood‑Sha Soul‑Locking Formation?"

Pang Mingde sneered, and a dragon scale suddenly rose in his palm. The scale swelled against the wind, turning into a hundred‑zhang dragon shadow that coiled around him; the chains, before even reaching him, were shattered into powder!

"Is that all your skill?"

Yuan Zhen's pupils contracted, and he suddenly crushed the jade pendant in his hand. Deep within the wind cave a muffled boom rang, and a hurricane laced with lightning roared out!

"Borrow the wind‑cave seal to kill me?" Pang Mingde, enraged, laughed bitterly, "Yuan Zhen, you're courting death!"

The dragon scale swelled explosively, turning into a real dragon claw that ripped the void, aiming straight for Yuan Zhen's throat! The latter stepped back rapidly, simultaneously raising a small golden shield.

"Boom—!!!"

The dragon claw struck the golden shield, and the resulting shockwave flattened all rock walls within a hundred zhàng radius!

In the shadows, two figures watched quietly.

"Master, should we strike now?" Wu Xu Zi whispered.

Xiong Fei Yu shook his head lightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Wait a bit longer, let them both be wounded to death…"

Before the words fell, a mutation suddenly erupted!

Deep within the wind cave, a streak of black light shot out, piercing Yuan Zhen's chest with the precision of a poisonous snake!

"Pfft—"

Yuan Zhen looked down in disbelief, seeing a spider‑web‑like black crack spreading across his chest—

"Black Heavenly Sha Qi?!" He whirled his head toward Pang Mingde, "You've long been……"

"You think only you can scheme?" Pang Mingde sneered, "I deciphered this wind‑cave seal thirty years ago! You thought the false messages passed through that damned Yan Buji could fool me? Hahaha, Yuan Zhen, Yuan Zhen, should I call you stupid or clever?"

He pressed a meridian point and chanted a mantra, more black light burst from the cave. Yuan Zhen's golden shield was instantly riddled with holes, and an arm turned into a cloud of blood on the spot!

"Pff!!!"

Yuan Zhen spat a mouthful of fresh blood, then suddenly wore a strange smile: "Too bad… you missed a point."

His remaining left hand thrust into his purple palace, extracting a throbbing golden heart!

"Golden Sha Origin?!" Pang Mingde's face turned pale, "You're mad! Self‑destructing Dao Foundation?!"

"Boom!!!"

A dazzling golden light devoured everything.

When the light faded, the entrance of the wind cave had collapsed by more than half; inside the Supreme Wind Cave, no violent wind blew, yet for Pang Mingde it seemed to have no effect at all.

But now the greatest impact was not the raging wind, but that Pang Mingde's half body vanished in Yuan Zhen's self‑destruction, leaving only one arm clinging to the rock, blood streaming down the fissure.

And Yuan Zhen… was completely reduced to ash.

"Cough… damn Yuan Zhen, so decisive?" Pang Mingde struggled to rise, but saw three figures emerge from the smoke…

It was Xiong Fei Yu and Wu Xu Zi, smiling, slowly advancing.

"Elder Pang, fine tactics." Wu Xu Zi clapped his hands and laughed lightly, "Too bad it ultimately serves as a wedding dress for us."

Pang Mingde's face turned ashen: "So… you had known…"

Wu Xu Zi raised his hand and waved.

"Swish!"

Pang Mingde's head flew high into the air, dead still, his eyes wide open, as if still unable to believe he had fallen this way.

"Did Yuan Zhen die?" Xiong Fei Yu opened his mouth, swallowed Pang Mingde's corpse into his belly, patting his stomach with satisfaction.

Even so, it was still a peak‑level cultivator's flesh, and even half of it tasted exquisite.

Wu Xu Zi looked around, nodded: "It should be a feigned death, escaping into the Supreme Wind Cave. But… hahaha."

Xiong Fei Yu also couldn't help but laugh.

Inside the Supreme Wind Cave lies the supreme treasure left by the Black Heaven Emperor—how could a human cultivator possibly get hold of it?

Earlier, the Monster Clan Royal Court had already reclaimed the Wind-Thunder Vibrating Wings, but to conceal the truth, they moved the treasure's location to an Absolute Killing Immortal Formation!

Even if Yuan Zhen charged into the Supreme Wind Cave, he would still be unable to escape death.

As expected.

When Xiong Feiyu and Wu Xuzi entered the Supreme Wind Cave, they quickly found Yuan Zhen, his face unwilling to die in the formation.

Xiong Feiyu again swallowed Yuan Zhen's fleshly body, then let out a satisfied burp.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Xiong Feiyu laughed.

"But City Lord, if we want to scheme against Yuan Chuzhi, this Dao Realm is still too dangerous. Without the Wind-Thunder Vibrating Wings...."

"Don't worry, I have my own way." Xiong Feiyu waved his hand: "Don't forget the Bear Clan's foundation."

"Like that...." Wu Xuzi nodded, as if he had also thought of something.