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Fan Tong, who was speeding along, finally found the location mentioned by the demon squad leader.

It was a demonic cave hidden deep within Black Wind Ridge, with a huge opening resembling the gaping maw of a giant beast, from which a chilling aura seeped out.

The cave entrance was surrounded by jagged rocks, barren of vegetation, and filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Crows circled in the air, emitting piercing cries, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign, adding to the eeriness of the place.

Fan Tong observed for a moment, his mind filled with doubt, "Such an important stronghold, how come there isn't a single demon guarding the entrance?"

Is it a trap?

He became secretly vigilant and quickly used the Concealing Breath Technique, causing the spiritual energy fluctuations to disappear instantly, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment.

The Concealing Breath Technique, which excels at hiding one's aura and disguising oneself, is an ancient secret technique passed down by the Fire Clan!

Taking a deep breath, Fan Tong suppressed his unease and walked step by step toward the entrance of the Demon Cave.

The cave was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. A cold, damp atmosphere filled the air, mixed with a nauseating smell of blood.

He cautiously explored forward, taking each step with utmost care.

The cave is winding and twisting, like a huge maze, and the silence is unsettling.

After walking for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Fan Tong still hadn't encountered any obstacles, which made him even more puzzled.

Logically speaking, such an important stronghold of the demon race should not be so empty.

Just as he was about to lose his patience, a sound of clashing weapons and intermittent shouts suddenly came from ahead.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately quickened his pace, running towards the direction from which the sound came.

The flickering firelight illuminated the scene inside the cave ahead.

A girl dressed in a pale yellow dress, holding a slender spirit sword, moved nimbly and effortlessly amidst the attacks of more than a dozen demon cultivators.

Strangely, the girl was only at the seventh level of the Profound Spirit Realm, yet she was able to hold out for so long against a seventh level Profound Demon Realm cultivator and so many demonic cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the girl's forehead, and her breathing was slightly rapid, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, her eyes shone with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

"Little lady, just surrender obediently, or you'll suffer." A burly demon cultivator brandished his giant axe and said in a flippant tone.

The demon cultivators deliberately avoided Han Xinru's vital points with their attacks; their moves appeared fierce, but in reality, they left room for maneuver.

"Pah! You demon bastards, don't even think about it!" the girl shouted, her spirit sword flashing with sword flowers, forcing back the demon cultivators who were attacking her.

"Hey! Pretty spicy, I like it!" Another demon cultivator chuckled, thrusting his spear straight at Han Xinru's shoulder.

Han Xinru shifted her body to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. With a backhand flick of her spirit sword, she drew a bloody gash on the demon cultivator's arm.

"Ouch!" The demon cultivator cried out in pain, clutching his arm and taking a few steps back.

"Brother, this young lady is really ruthless. Let's finish this quickly!" A demon cultivator scratched his head.

"Don't rush, this young lady is quite beautiful. Let's capture her alive and let everyone enjoy her!"

A glint of greed flashed in the eyes of the burly demon cultivator. He licked his lips, brandished his giant axe, and charged forward once more.

Other demon cultivators also surrounded the girl.

Although they outnumbered Han Xinru, they all wanted to capture the girl alive, so they did not use their full strength. Instead, they kept teasing Han Xinru, trying to exhaust her energy.

The girl's sword danced, but her moves gradually became chaotic.

As she parried the attacks from the demon cultivators, she couldn't help but mutter curses under her breath, "Damn demons, despicable and shameless! All they know is how to bully the weak with numbers!"

A demon cultivator chuckled, "Little ladies, go ahead and curse. The more fiercely you curse, the more fun we'll have later!"

The girl's face flushed red with shame and indignation, and the strength of the spirit sword in her hand weakened slightly.

She was filled with regret, wishing she had listened to her parents and not secretly run away to show off.

Now trapped in this hellhole, even if we use our trump cards and manage to escape by sheer luck, we'll be badly burned.

Fan Tong remained hidden in the shadows, observing everything unfold. He had intended to first ascertain the situation at the Demon Cave before making any further plans.

But seeing the girl gradually weakening, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

This group of demon cultivators is numerous and uses despicable methods. If the girl falls into their hands, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He took a deep breath and gripped the Taiyi Ancient Sword tightly. The blade emitted a faint, cold light, as if responding to his fighting spirit.

Fan Tong no longer concealed himself and suddenly leaped out from behind a boulder. The Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand drew a sharp arc, aiming straight for the back of a demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator was leering at Han Xinru, completely unaware of the danger behind him.

Fan Tong's sword was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing the heart of the demon cultivator.

"Who goes there?!" The burly demon cultivator was shocked and turned sharply to look at Fan Tong, his eyes flashing with ferocity. "How dare you ambush us! You're courting death!"

"You're the ones courting death!" Fan Tong sneered.

The Taiyi Ancient Sword danced like the wind, its light flashing like a silver snake, instantly forcing back the demon cultivators who were besieging Han Xinru.

Han Xinru, who had been somewhat desperate, saw Fan Tong suddenly appear and a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes. She quickly called out, "Young master, thank you for your help!"

Fan Tong ignored her, his swordplay unstoppable. The seventy-two basic sword moves flowed naturally and smoothly from his hands.

Although this set of sword moves is basic, it unleashes astonishing power in Fan Tong's hands.

The sword flashed and its cold light shone, and the demon cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels of the Profound Demon Realm were cut down by Fan Tong's sword energy as if they were made of paper.

Even the leader of the seventh level of the Profound Demon Realm could only withstand two moves from Fan Tong before being pierced through the heart by a sword.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the corpses of demon cultivators lay strewn about on the ground, a truly gruesome scene.

The girl was both amazed and grateful as she watched this scene unfold. She had thought she would have to use her trump card, but unexpectedly, this young man had saved her.

Fan Tong sheathed his sword and stood there. The bloodstains on the sword evaporated instantly, leaving no trace.

He then turned to look at the girl and asked casually, "Are you alright?"

The young woman quickly shook her head and said gratefully, "I'm fine, thank you so much for saving my life! My name is Han Xinru, may I ask your honorable name?"

"Fan Tong!"

"Young Master Fan, I will never forget your kindness today!" Han Xinru bowed deeply. "I originally intended to eliminate evil and uphold justice, but I never expected..."

Her pretty face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed. "I never expected that my lack of strength would lead to me being trapped here."

"To have such a mindset, you are much better than others. You are injured, so you should rest and recover first," Fan Tong said, offering her words of comfort with admiration.

Han Xinru nodded, sat down cross-legged, and began to heal her injuries by circulating her internal energy. Her injuries were not serious; she had only suffered from excessive depletion of spiritual energy.

Fan Tong walked to the side, seemingly casually glancing around, but in reality, he secretly released the golden sword light of the Yama Ancient Sword.

The golden sword light, imperceptible to the naked eye, silently burrowed into the corpse of the demon cultivator, like strands of fine silk, greedily devouring the remaining demonic energy.

As the demonic energy was devoured, the Yama Ancient Sword emitted a pure golden spiritual power that flowed into Fan Tong's body.

He silently circulated his cultivation technique, refining and absorbing this spiritual energy.

About an hour later, Han Xinru slowly opened her eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and her complexion regained its rosy hue.

"Thank you very much for protecting me, Young Master Fan." Han Xinru stood up, her heart filled with gratitude.

Fan Tong smiled faintly, "It was nothing!"

His gaze swept into the depths of the demon's lair, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Let's go in and see. Those humans who were captured are still waiting for us!"