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"Hmph!" The monk's lips curled into a sneer. He raised his left hand, and dark magic energy surged out like ink. Within the magic energy, faint black light flickered. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be several black talisman symbols, each about the size of a fist, swirling continuously with an air of mystery.

The big man with a black face paled as he felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

What kind of monster is this guy? If he's a demon or fiend, why does he know the exclusive secret technique of Xuanfeng Sect? If he isn't a demon, how did he end up trapped here?

The Heavenly Four-Spirit Array had been destroyed. Could it be that he was involved in some way?

In any case, this guy couldn't be fought head-on!

With these thoughts, the big man's heart harbored an intention to retreat.

After all, the fate of a tiger monster lay before his eyes. Although treasures were tempting, one must live long enough to enjoy them.

His eyes flashed with determination as he summoned another treasure. Several round talismans about the size of dragon eyes began spinning and transformed into several wind dragons, which pounced on the strange demon.

Meanwhile, he turned into a streak of light and retreated backward.

A strange laugh echoed in his ears.

"Ha-ha! Trying to run? Too naive. This Sovereign is trapped in this ancient fiend's body for ten thousand years now. I finally got a fat lamb as an offering; how could I let you escape? Be wise, and submit to my consumption!" The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the clash of metal. The big man's heart grew even more fearful.

Ten thousand years ago?

According to White Crane Elder's writings, wasn't that great calamity a million years ago? Could this guy not be Kala Ancient Fiend?

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to ponder. Magic energy surged from the dark black fog, and several claw shadows shot out suddenly.

In an instant, they vanished from their original positions before appearing right in front of him. The big man's expression changed dramatically as he tapped his storage bag without hesitation, summoning a black iron shield.

The shield was peculiarly shaped, resembling a turtle shell from the outside.

Simultaneously, he cast a spell, and the bone blades and wind dragons' attacks grew more intense, slashing fiercely at their opponent.

However, the black-robed monk seemed to ignore them. Magic energy surged out of his body and poured into the red shield.

A whistling sound filled his ears as the shield turned purple-black.

"Crack!" The bone blade struck it, but the shield wasn't broken; instead, a burst of dark magic energy spread along the blade, corrupting the flesh!

The big man's heart raced. Although he hadn't participated in the great battle a million years ago, he had heard about this famous magical technique.

It was said that high-ranking demons could easily destroy a cultivator’s treasure by infusing their magic energy into it.

Without his handy tools, even an Elder Immortal would be at mercy, let alone ordinary cultivators. The bone blade emitted a mournful cry as soon as it touched the magic energy, developing countless cracks before breaking apart completely.

The wind dragons were similarly affected; they had been fierce and aggressive but disintegrated upon contact with the dark magic energy. The ancient fiend's power was indeed formidable. The big man was so terrified that he poured all his demonic strength into the shield.

Claw shadows struck it viciously.

A sound like tearing flesh filled the air, but the shield remained unbroken.

The big man breathed a sigh of relief. This shield had been crafted from the shell of a three-rank top-grade turtle demon and refined with several rare materials; its defensive power was formidable indeed.

Although he had escaped this peril, the big man didn't believe he could contend with this monster that seemed both demon and not. He flashed away and continued to transform into a streak of light as he fled.

The corner of the "Kala Ancient Fiend's" mouth curled in ridicule. His hands suddenly clutched together, forming a ball in mid-air, and muttered some strange incantation. Countless dark magic energy began coalescing behind him, and numerous ice crystals appeared in the air.

"Go!" With this light whisper from the demon, the ice crystals trembled and shot forward like thousands of arrows, screaming toward his direction.

Due to their sheer number, they covered a dozen feet around him. The big man had no place to hide as he turned pale. He could only huddle behind the turtle shield.

"Crack!" "Crack!" sounds echoed continuously in his ears. His face paled further; the shield began cracking.

If he stayed here any longer, he would be doomed.

Fleeing was dangerous but offered a chance!

In an instant, he made up his mind and raised his head with a roar. His body suddenly grew larger, rising by three feet, tearing apart his clothes as his skin hardened like iron. Veins bulged, fangs elongated, lips curled into a snarl, transforming him into a standing wild boar.

He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, swiftly drawing a talisman with his hand. A red flash appeared; the blood transformed into two wings that sprouted behind him. The demon's speed suddenly increased dramatically.

Kala Ancient Fiend's eyes flashed with an odd color but showed no intention to chase. Instead, he raised his hand and formed claws, reaching out as if grasping something in mid-air.

Though the hall was large, the pig demon’s secret technique was formidable. As it approached the door, the big man felt immense relief. Just escape through here, and he should be safe.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred. A crack appeared three feet ahead of him, and several black shadows shot out from within.

Too close to dodge.

Those black shadows pierced his body; his muscle-hardening technique was useless. But with a "Bang!" the corpse transformed into an arm.

"Oh, Substitute Body Transcendence Talisman! I didn't expect the demon race to have similar powers as my sect. Do you think this can escape my clutches?" The black-robed monk cackled. Dark magic energy surged around him, and suddenly, countless heads sprouted from his bald head.

No, not heads; they were thin, thick fingers, each about a third the size of a thumb, looking terrifying. At the end of each finger was a small mouth with miniature demonic fangs inside.

Though the techniques of a cultivator were bizarre and evil, compared to true demons, they paled in comparison.

The pig demon barely had time to relax after escaping one danger when he saw countless snake-like attacks converging on him from all directions.

Too many and too close; unless he could teleport, there was no way to dodge them.

Terrified beyond measure, the demon reached into his waistband and consecutively summoned several talismans. They transformed into colorful light orbs that shielded him.

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