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第两千零八章 三魔

However, one cannot judge a book by its cover or measure the sea with a dipper; beautiful things often come with danger. The current butterfly demon before them was known for its ruthless nature.

As for the ancient demon on the right, it looked rather peculiar.

To be honest, this demon resembled humans in appearance but was excessively overweight, standing eight feet tall and having an equally wide waist, making it look like a large sphere.

Its face was always smiling, but there was a glint of sharpness in its eyes. It loved to stab people in the back with a smile.

This demon's cultivation level was the same as that of the butterfly demon—initial separation stage—and could not be underestimated either.

Moreover, the Great Commander of the Demon Cloud and the three other demons were closely monitoring the battle.

"Jia Brother, Bai Xuan Pavilion has already sent out all its forces. Even those few girls have joined the fight. It seems they have no hidden reserves," the butterfly demon's voice entered their ears, naturally carrying a hint of seductiveness.

"Not wrong at all, little brother also sees it this way," said the round and fat ancient demon with a large body.

The four-armed ancient demon nodded: "Issue my order and mobilize everyone. We should launch an attack together to ensure we achieve our goal in one fell swoop and take down Bai Xuan Pavilion."

"Right, we must seize the initiative before those guys do. We need to capture Bai Xuan Pavilion before the Ice Spirit Ancestor's fragment soul arrives," the butterfly demon nodded in agreement.

"But Iron Wing Demon and Blood Sucker Demon are leading their armies to attack Songfeng Academy and Bai Xuan Pavilion respectively. Can we really outmaneuver them?" the round ancient demon said with some worry.

"Who knows? We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate. Although Bai Xuan Pavilion is a formidable force, compared to Songfeng Academy and Tianya Hai Pavilion, it's a new power with less heritage. Thus, we have more chances," the four-armed ancient demon's deep voice echoed.

"But Brother, this does seem strange. The Heavenly Cloud Twelve Provinces are just part of the lower plane, and Ice Spirit Lord is one of our True Demons' nine Ancestors, ranking among the top three in power. How can she show interest in such a lowly plane?" the butterfly demon extended his fingers to support his face, showing genuine curiosity.

"I don't know either," the four-armed ancient demon could only sigh: "Sister's question is simple enough; we just need to ensure that our army can eliminate the targeted sect first. That will earn us great merit in front of Ice Spirit Lord."

"Even a casual favor from her would be enough for us to enjoy forever."

"Brother's words are correct," both the butterfly and round ancient demons nodded, their faces filled with fervor: "Then what are we waiting for? Order now!"

"The order was given just now. We must mobilize all our forces at any cost to take down Bai Xuan Pavilion. Now it's time for us to act."

Before the four-armed ancient demon could finish speaking, a thick cloud of demonic energy enveloped his body. With a loud roar, he charged forward as the vanguard.

The butterfly and round ancient demons followed closely behind. Seeing their three leaders acting together, the other ancient demons of the initial separation stage dared not hesitate and transformed into massive clouds of demonic wind that swiftly followed them.

"Ha ha ha!"

The four-armed ancient demon arrived above Linglong Valley, raising his heads to emit ear-splitting roars.

While high-ranking cultivators remained unaffected, those with lower cultivation levels were directly stunned by the sound. Their eardrums ached, their breaths turned tumultuous, and worse still, they couldn't even summon their power. Although this state only lasted for a moment, many cultivators fell during that brief period.

No wonder it was an ancient demon of late separation stage; it immediately gave all the cultivators a taste of its power.

And this demon didn't stop at just roaring; he began to dance with his four arms, spinning like wheels. As he moved, hundreds of black energy balls appeared, each about half a foot in diameter, filled with deep demonic energy.

"Combine!"

With a loud roar, the energy balls gathered before him, forming an enormous ball seven or eight zhang (about 20 feet) in diameter.

Then, raising his four arms high, he swung them down forcefully. The black energy balls descended like stones, aiming at Linglong Valley and smashing into it with long trails of flame.

"Bad luck, quickly dodge."

"F*ck, leave this place immediately."

Suddenly, cries of alarm echoed everywhere as nearby cultivators were shocked. They were mere initial separation stage cultivators; who dared to face the wrath of an ancient demon in late separation stage?

This had nothing to do with bravery or cowardice; it was simply suicide.

Boom!

The energy ball struck the protective light curtain surrounding Linglong Valley without any resistance.

Black and luminous energies intertwined, producing a continuous crackling sound. At the point where they met, countless electric snakes danced around. After a moment, the black energy ball vanished into nothingness, but the red light curtain also dimmed significantly.

No wonder it was an ancient demon of late separation stage; a single strike caused damage comparable to that of a full-scale demonic army's assault.

Following this, a sweet laughter sounded as the butterfly demon waved her hands. Countless black wind blades appeared around her body and shot forward with a loud piercing sound.

Blood flowers filled the sky as dozens of cultivators fell in an instant. The remaining wind blades struck the light curtain after the four-armed ancient demon's attack.

It was like raindrops hitting banana leaves, or throwing stones into a calm lake, creating ripples…

The light became dimmer and dimmer.

Meanwhile, the round ancient demon didn't idle either. He spun in mid-air like a top, quickly forming a cloud of demonic wind that enveloped his large body.

Then this demonic wind pressed down on Linglong Valley. Wherever it passed, cultivators died upon contact; none dared to stop them.

Puppets were no different. Although they lacked life and were fearless, the disparity in power was too great for them to even serve as cannon fodder. They couldn't withstand an ancient demon of separation stage; only crystal energy cannons might be somewhat effective, but they needed hundreds firing together to have any impact!

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