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第一千九百九十七章 古魔与魔鸦

Chapter 1997: Ancient Demons and Demon Ravens

The elder shook his head. "When the sky falls, there's always someone to hold it up," he mused. But in a situation where the nest is destroyed, how can the eggs remain intact? A city gate burning could spread to nearby fish ponds; if this realm were truly taken by ancient demons, their fate would be dire.

With that thought, the elder sighed. Thinking about these matters now was meaningless. The pressing issue was how to resolve the immediate crisis before them. Concerning Yunzhou's fate and whether it would fall to the ancient demons, worrying too much was futile. A mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator couldn't possibly sway the course of events.

"Uncle Senior, perhaps we should rest for a moment. Many of our fellow disciples are struggling to hold on," another voice entered his ears. It belonged to a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. Though not a beauty, she was lively and likable.

"Yes, Uncle Senior, you said the Three Yang Eight Trigram Formation is a treasure bestowed personally by the sect leader; its power is formidable. Even if it can't kill that demon creature, it should be able to hold him for at least two or three hours," a round-faced fat boy's voice echoed in his ears. His face was pale as death, indicating severe energy depletion.

"Ah...?" The elder's expression was familiar. "Even the Three Yang Eight Trigram Formation couldn't stop them. We can't escape. It would be better to stay and fight for these juniors a chance at survival," he said with a grimace.

"Hmph, Senior Brother, if you want us to stay and face the ancient demons, that's fine by me. But I've just managed to reach Foundation Establishment stage; I don't want to die here. You go and stall them."

The gray-robed cultivator's cold voice rang in his ears. Sacrificing himself for a dozen or so灵动期 cultivators was out of the question.

To become a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, he had endured much hardship. He didn’t want to die this way. As he spoke, he suddenly increased his speed and darted off to the left.

There was only one ancient demon; it wouldn't abandon so many cultivators to chase him. From this angle, he might escape. However, after witnessing this, he would not return to his sect.

What did it matter? Survival was paramount. The sect's target was too large and dangerous. He could find a secluded place in the wilderness, establish a secret cave dwelling, and perhaps survive this demonic calamity.

With these thoughts, Wang Kun’s speed increased further.

"You..."

He couldn’t believe how dishonorable his fellow cultivator was to abandon their comrades. The elder was both shocked and angry but knew he had no choice. With the enemy at hand, internal strife would only bring disaster.

Biting his lip, he prepared to make other arrangements when an ancient demon’s laughter echoed in his ears: "Hmph, do you think you can run from me? You're too naive."

Before he could react, the ancient demon clapped his hands together and pushed them forward. A streak of dark magic shot out, shaped like a crescent moon, clearly containing some treasure.

With a sharp whistling sound, it accelerated towards the fleeing cultivator, closing in to within a few feet.

Wang Kun’s face paled. He had calculated everything but ended up being cleverer than himself. Why would that ancient demon chase him when there were so many other cultivators?

Feeling frustrated, he raised his hand and summoned a fiery red flying knife. This was a fine upper-grade treasure; the ancient demon might not be able to withstand this blow.

Wang Kun’s thoughts raced as he aimed at the incoming magic light, preparing to block it first before escaping.

However, an ironic glint of disdain flashed in the ancient demon's eyes, though Wang Kun didn’t notice.

Pfft...

As the two magical artifacts were about to collide, something incredible happened. The crescent moon-shaped magic light split into two halves, resembling two sharp horns.

It then dodged around the opponent’s treasure...

"No!"

Wang Kun was shocked. This unexpected turn of events had never crossed his mind. By now, it was too late to avoid it.

Black light flashed as the two demonic weapons pierced his neck and chest...

Blood gushed out, accompanied by a strange "huh-huh-huh" sound. It wasn’t laughter; he had lost his vocal cords due to the weapon's impact on his throat.

Cleverness backfired. He never imagined it would be him who died first.

His eyes showed不甘之色 as the light in them dimmed and disappeared.

The ancient demon waved a hand, causing the cloud of demon ravens to swirl. The sound of wings flapping filled the air as one small piece flew out, enveloping Wang Kun’s body.

In no time, he was completely devoured, leaving not even a trace behind.

The other dozen or so cultivators witnessed this scene with horror. Even the elder, the most powerful among them, swallowed his saliva involuntarily. The power of these demon creatures from another realm far surpassed legends; it truly was better to see once than hear a hundred times.

"Uncle Senior, what should we do?"

The young woman’s trembling voice entered his ears. The elder felt helpless. The enemy was much more formidable than he had imagined. Even if they fought to the death, it would be futile.

Would all of them perish here today?

Bitterness filled the elder's heart. What could he do? In this world of survival of the fittest, these ancient demons didn’t need talismans; once captured, their fate was sealed.

"Uncle Senior..."

Another young voice entered his ears, its tone increasingly filled with tears as they were only a few hundred feet apart. Death seemed within reach for them both.

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