Chapter 11: One Pitfall at a Time, Mo Jiu Weeps

It was a young man.

He was tall, dressed in black robes, and wreathed in black mist. With his furrowed brows and piercing eyes, he looked both handsome and imposing.

It was as if he had "I am the big villain" written on his face.

He had been lying in ambush here for a long time.

He was just waiting for everyone to enter the Sunset Mountain platform so he could activate the grand formation and capture them all in one fell swoop.

"The Demon Race!"

Above the main hall of the Luoxian Sect.

Yunyongzi vanished from his spot in a single breath.

The other five peak masters immediately dropped their playful demeanor.

Even Wudao, who had been silent the entire time, opened his eyes and gazed into the bronze mirror.

Sunset Mountain platform.

Inside the Demon formation.

Upon seeing the guy who had suddenly appeared, Li Jun and the others recognized him as a member of the Demon Race at a glance.

"What is going on! How could the Demon Race appear here? The Eastern Region is blocked by the World Wall, and the Golden Legion of the Golden Domain fights against them; it’s impossible for the Demon Race to set foot in the Eastern Region."

"That’s right. The Demon Race has long coveted the Eastern Region, but they must pass through the Golden Ancient Road of the Golden Domain to enter. The Golden Ancient Road is guarded by the Golden Legion, and rumor has it that even Mahayana-stage cultivators are stationed there. How could the Demon Race possibly enter the heart of the Eastern Region?"

"Could it be that the Golden Domain has been breached, and the Demon Race has invaded the entire Eastern Region?"

As these words were spoken, the crowd fell into a panic.

If that were true, the entire human race would likely face an existential catastrophe.

"Everyone, stay calm and listen to me."

Li Jun knew he had to step up at this moment.

"Although I don't know why the Demon Race has appeared, you must trust the immortal masters of the Luoxian Sect. Believe that they have already discovered the anomaly and are on their way. As long as you and I hold them off, we will surely be saved."

Li Jun’s prestige was quite high.

After he said this, the morale of the group was stabilized.

"Damn! Good thing I didn't go in."

Having just stepped onto the continent and preparing to ascend the Sunset Mountain platform, Zheng Tuo patted his chest, looking terrified.

"The Demon Race has actually shown up? This Luoxian Sect assessment is something else. Is this a test to let everyone experience the Demon crisis in advance?"

To be safe, Zheng Tuo turned around, ready to leave.

"Stop!"

The Demon was extremely powerful.

At the very least, a third-tier demonic cultivator.

He had already sensed Zheng Tuo's presence.

Zheng Tuo was so startled he jumped!

Without a second thought, he instantly activated the two Wind-Chasing Spirit Talismans on his thighs.

At the same time, he stomped his foot hard.

A smoke bomb he had prepared under his foot exploded instantly.

A cloud of smoke erupted right where Zheng Tuo stood.

The smoke was unique, possessing a special effect that hindered spiritual sense detection.

Its drawback was also obvious.

It only lasted for three breaths.

"Whoosh..."

Zheng Tuo sped through the smoke.

In two or three steps, he dove into the dense forest and vanished.

The Demon powerhouse:...

"Damn! Is this brat being chased by a dog? Why is he running so fast?"

Fortunately, he was powerful.

With a movement of his body, he transformed into a gust of black wind and pursued Zheng Tuo.

"Kid, you think you can run from the palm of Mo Jiu? Give me your life!"

Mo Jiu was a third-tier demonic cultivator.

He might not be much compared to others, but here, he was like an apex predator.

He caught up to Zheng Tuo in a few strides and reached out a large hand to grab him.

Upon sensing the pressure behind him, Zheng Tuo immediately put on a panicked expression, though he wasn't actually panicked at all.

He produced a detonation spirit talisman in his palm and squeezed it slightly.

The detonation talisman was triggered.

"Boom..."

A loud explosion echoed throughout the dense forest.

A full hundred detonation spirit talismans exploded simultaneously right under Mo Jiu’s feet.

Even though Mo Jiu was a third-tier demonic cultivator, he was still blasted into a daze, nearly losing his breath.

"It's him!"

The moment Li Jun saw the explosion, he immediately thought of the person who had warned him.

"Who is it! Could it be a friend of Brother Li?"

Someone asked; they were trapped in the formation and unable to escape.

"No, not a friend. He is a savior to you and me."

Li Jun did not take credit for himself.

He told everyone the whole story.

For a moment, the expressions of the crowd varied.

One by one, they expressed their admiration for Li Jun’s lack of greed for credit.

At the same time, they felt gratitude and curiosity toward the mysterious person.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zheng Tuo coughed loudly.

It was a good thing he had left a backup plan.

To ensure his own safety, he had left several traps nearby.

But the explosion just now had been too rushed.

Being too close, his internal organs were churning, and his bones ached all over.

A hundred detonation spirit talismans—the power was truly extraordinary.

"Bastard! How dare you hurt my precious body!"

Mo Jiu was emitting black smoke, looking like a veteran boiler master; he looked incredibly disheveled.

But clearly, he wasn't injured.

His image, however, was ruined.

Zheng Tuo was dumbfounded!

Taking a hundred detonation spirit talismans head-on and being fine?

This physique was way too tough.

Since that was the case, Zheng Tuo patted the Wind-Chasing Spirit Talismans on his thighs and turned to keep running.

"You want to leave? Did I give you permission!"

Mo Jiu was furious!

He, a dignified third-tier demonic cultivator, was being toyed with by an ordinary person.

And a human, the sworn enemy of the Demon Race, at that!

A pitch-black steel blade appeared in his hand out of nowhere.

He moved, turning into a demonic wind.

Waving the steel blade, he intended to cut Zheng Tuo in half in one go.

Zheng Tuo knew he couldn't outrun the opponent.

Even with the Wind-Chasing Spirit Talismans, he couldn't outrun him.

So, from the very beginning, he never intended to just keep running.

After running thirty meters, he produced another detonation spirit talisman in his hand and triggered it immediately.

The moment Zheng Tuo crushed it, Mo Jiu, who was chasing from behind, stopped.

He looked down at his feet.

"There's more..."

"Boom..."

Under the loud noise, the mushroom cloud was beautiful and shocking.

One hundred detonation spirit talismans detonated.

Mo Jiu was blown away on the spot, tumbling four or five times before he could steady himself.

"Cough, cough..."

Mo Jiu spat out black smoke, his handsome face covered in soot.

He looked exactly like a brother from Africa; it was hilarious.

"Ah..."

Mo Jiu was enraged.

If the first time was due to carelessness, then this time, he was truly stupid.

He was angry at his own stupidity.

And he gnashed his teeth in hatred toward that guy in the distance.

"Kid, I have decided to let you enjoy my highest-grade torture. I will make you know that death is a relief."

Mo Jiu moved, filled with killing intent, and charged at Zheng Tuo.

"I thank you for that!"

Zheng Tuo retorted, producing a third detonation spirit talisman in his palm.

"In my domain, no one can defeat me, not even a draw."

He crushed the detonation spirit talisman.

Mo Jiu stopped in his tracks instantly.

"Damn! Again..." Mo Jiu was about to cry.

The answer he got was an even more explosive roar.

Two hundred detonation spirit talismans detonated at once.

The powerful shockwave was even more intense than before.

Mo Jiu was sent flying again and slammed hard into the ground.

"Bastard! I don't believe you have any more traps!"

Mo Jiu erupted with powerful demonic energy, charging at Zheng Tuo like a leopard hunting its prey.

"Fulfilling your wish."

Zheng Tuo pulled a stack of detonation spirit talismans out of his pocket.

Seeing Zheng Tuo pull out a whole stack, Mo Jiu’s face turned green.

"Damn! How cautious is this brat? To bury so many detonation spirit talismans in this godforsaken place—what is the point of blowing up birds?"

Mo Jiu was so frustrated by Zheng Tuo he nearly vomited blood.

What made him vomit even more blood was that Zheng Tuo crushed all the detonation spirit talismans at once.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Continuous loud noises echoed through Sunset Mountain, as lively as the New Year.

Inside the formation.

Li Jun and the others had strange expressions.

Looking at the center of the explosion.

For some reason, they felt a bit worried for the Demon from earlier.

Having finally passed through the Golden Ancient Road and crossed the World Wall to reach the heart of the Eastern Region, he wouldn't just die like this, would he?

If that were true, it would be too pathetic.

(End of chapter)