Chapter 218 - 183: Styx River

The person who intervened was none other than Lin Fang, who had come to this place to travel.

Originally, he was just watching the excitement with curiosity, but who would have thought that the situation would turn out like this.

Seeing that the youth was about to die tragically on the spot, Lin Fang was moved by compassion, as he couldn’t stand to see a traitor being so arrogant.

Heisha stared at Lin Fang emerging from the crowd, his face showing a puzzled expression; he had no recollection of this person, who apparently wasn’t a member of the Demon Court.

"Who are you?" he asked, somewhat annoyed.

This time, his ostentatious attack was meant to force those hidden remnants of the Demon Court into the open.

With the resurrection of the Demon Emperor, Luzhou in the North began to experience tumultuous changes, and this individual also sensed the dangerous aura within this storm, making him desperate to nip any threats in the bud.

It was for this reason that he had decided to kill the youth in full public view, even though the youth was not a member of the Demon Court.

But the identity of the descendant of the Demon Court was enough to attract attention; if someone from the Demon Court didn’t come to the rescue, then the youth’s death would become an indelible stain forever adhering to the Demon Court’s flag.

As a former traitor, he was very clear that he was a target the Demon Court would definitely want to eliminate, and rather than waiting to be purged, he preferred to take advantage of the current decline of the Demon Court to thoroughly clean house.

But the patience of the members of the Demon Court far exceeded his expectations, and even at this point, no one had come forward.

Until Lin Fang’s arrival made him believe he had finally snared a big fish.

However, the reality disappointed him; he didn’t recognize Lin Fang, which likely meant Lin Fang wasn’t from the Demon Court, or at least he wasn’t a particularly important person.

"Just a passerby who doesn’t like what he sees," Lin Fang said with a light laugh.

"A passerby," Heisha said with a cruel smile, bringing the young man he was holding to the forefront of his gaze.

With a cruel smile, he said, "You don’t like me killing him?"

"Yes, every being’s existence is a gift from Heaven and Earth, and we should cherish life," Lin Fang said, putting on the air of a charlatan.

"Cherish life!" Heisha burst into laughter suddenly, pointing at Lin Fang and saying, "You must be out of your mind, or maybe you’re just mocking me."

In his words, a formidable aura burst forth, charging straight towards Lin Fang.

Lin Fang merely smiled slightly, and when that aura reached him, it was as if it had sunk into the ocean without causing even the slightest ripple.

Heisha felt as if he was staring into a pitch-black abyss before him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see its depths.

A fear he hadn’t felt for many years welled up inside him. The last time he felt such fear was when he encountered the Demon Emperor.

However, he was now in a situation that was difficult to back out of. Grinding his teeth, he launched an attack on Lin Fang.

In an instant, countless black tendrils of Heisha transformed into ropes rushing towards Lin Fang. This Heisha seemed capable of bewildering the mind, causing dizziness and unrest in the souls of those who saw it.

"Such a vicious spell," someone exclaimed in shock.

Such a soul-targeting spell would typically require the sacrifice of numerous lives to cultivate and was even frowned upon within the Demon Clan—yet this monster known as Heisha used it without any hesitation.

When the black Heisha touched Lin Fang’s body, there was no change; on the contrary, it disappeared into thin air.

This power targeted only the soul and was therefore impossible to guard against. In a mere instant, Lin Fang felt as if a strange power had entered his body.

It sought to pull his soul into an abyss, and before his eyes, a winding river appeared from nowhere, its waters pitch black.

It seemed as if the wails of ghosts reached his ears, and upon closer inspection, he noticed a multitude of fierce ghosts floating in the black water.

They were each submerged in the river, their faces twisted in ferocity, incessantly spewing filthy language.

As if aware of Lin Fang’s gaze, all of these ghosts suddenly turned their heads to stare at him on the riverbank.

In that moment, Lin Fang felt a chilling power invade his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

On these ghosts, he sensed the most primitive evil of living beings; they were the incarnations of countless beings’ resentment, the natural enemies of life.

Noticing Lin Fang, they each revealed a ghastly smile on their faces, and one by one they reached out their arms, their dark, cracked skin covered in filth.

Like venomous snakes opening their maws to swallow Lin Fang whole.

Lin Fang could feel a terrifying power contained within their limbs, a power that could infiltrate a person’s body and bring about destruction and death.

As their arms were about to touch Lin Fang’s body, the fierce ghosts each wore a horrifying smile, as if they had already seen Lin Fang become one of them.

However, Lin Fang’s face showed none of the usual despair and fear. Instead, he wore the most sincere of smiles on his handsome face.

"So, this is the Styx River, the very incarnation of death," Lin Fang murmured to himself.

Gazing into the Styx River deepened his understanding of the laws of Heaven and Earth; an unexpected delight.

"Too bad this bit of the power of death is still a bit too simple to be used against me," Lin Fang said with a smile.

No sooner had he spoken than a tiny orange flame appeared before him.

The flame was small as if a breeze could snuff it out, but in this dark space, it shone uncommonly bright and warm.

Yet this tiny flame made the ghosts behave as if they were facing a formidable enemy, causing even the arms they stretched toward Lin Fang to hesitate.

This was the Red Lotus Karma Fire, fueled by Karmic Force, the natural enemy of ghosts drenched in Karmic Force.

Sure enough, upon recognizing the Red Lotus Karma Fire, hordes of ghosts began to panic and flee, frantically diving into the depths of the Styx River.

But it was already a little too late; the moment the Red Lotus Karma Fire appeared, it was as if a fierce beast had found its prey.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the closest ghosts, and what was once a tiny spark became a violent surge.

Countless ghosts touched by the flames instantly became like fuel to the fire, and the blaze became a raging inferno.

In no time at all, those ghosts near Lin Fang were completely consumed by the flames.

The Red Lotus Karma Fire even spread along those ghosts to the river itself, reducing innumerable wailing ghosts to ash within the flames, which only made the fire more tumultuous.

The ghosts in the Styx River trembled as they looked up at the flames above, sensing the breath of death and sinking their bodies to the riverbed out of instinctual survival, to prevent themselves from being burnt alive.

However, it seemed the black waters of the Styx River contained a special energy, for the surging Red Lotus Karma Fire could not break through the river’s resistance and could only reflect a bright scarlet off the surface of the water.