In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

In that deep valley, a chilling, murderous aura permeated the air, seeping into every inch of the space and sending shivers down one's spine. Fan Tong and his companions all wore solemn expressions, gripping their weapons tightly, their sharp eyes fixed on the dark figure and his accomplices in the distance, like hawks locking onto their prey.

The dark figure was like a ghost lurking in the night, completely covered by a large cloak, obscuring its true face. Only its eyes, peeking out from the gaps in the cloak, gleamed with a cold, piercing light, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to devour its prey at any moment. It was sinister and dangerous, coldly eyeing Fan Tong and the others as if they were already its prey.

The surrounding air seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, heavy and almost solidified. The atmosphere was so tense that it was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." The shadowy figure's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer. His voice was hoarse and deep, as if carrying the eerie aura of the abyss of hell, drifting out and drilling into everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines.

In an instant, the shadowy figure's henchmen seemed to receive some kind of command, like a pack of wolves driven by hunger for a long time, baring their fangs and claws, and attacking Fan Tong and the others with extraordinary ferocity. In an instant, the flashing of swords and the sharp wind of fists swept past, cutting down trees as thick as bowls in half and sending shards of stone flying everywhere like hidden weapons.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru stood back to back, their unspoken understanding needing no further explanation. Lan Xing's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals and chanting incantations. Instantly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and her frost magic transformed into countless icicles, striking the enemies with pinpoint accuracy and freezing those in the lead into ice sculptures. Han Xinru seized the opportunity, her longsword flashing with impenetrable speed, shattering the frozen enemies one by one with its cold light. Ice shards flew everywhere, and a chilling aura filled the air, as if a layer of frost had settled over the surrounding space.

Old Camel, now resembling a raging, enraged brown bear, raised his immensely heavy axe high, each swing carrying the force of a thousand pounds, engaging in a brutal hand-to-hand combat with a shadowy henchman. The moment the axe clashed with the opponent's weapon, it was like a thunderclap, the deafening sound echoing through the valley, even the ground beneath their feet trembling violently, as if unable to withstand such ferocious power.

Fan Tong was agile and wiry, his eyes sharp as an eagle. His movements were nimble and ghostly, like a black lightning bolt, weaving effortlessly through the enemy ranks. He knew that while these henchmen were troublesome, the real threat was the shadowy figure lurking behind the scenes, who had yet to make a move. Therefore, while using his superb skills to evade attacks from all directions, he focused intently on finding any openings in the shadowy figure.

"Trying to take me down? Not so easy!" A ruthless henchman, his face contorted with rage, brandished a sharp curved blade, bringing it down menacingly towards Fan Tong's neck with a whistling sound. The blade seemed to tear through the air, emitting a piercing, ear-piercing whistle that sent chills down one's spine. Fan Tong, however, remained calm. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he swiftly gathered power in his right palm, a flash of white light appearing in his palm, and struck the man squarely in the chest with a backhand. The man let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a tree as thick as a bowl before crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Fan Tong, watch out!" Han Xinru caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure silently attacking Fan Tong from behind, and her face paled instantly as she cried out in alarm. Fan Tong, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, reacted with lightning speed. His toes barely touched the ground, his body twisting in an instant, and his longsword flashed as he held it horizontally in front of him, precisely blocking the enemy's insidious attack. Sparks flew, and the sharp metallic clang seemed to pierce eardrums, echoing throughout the valley. Fan Tong felt a sudden jolt in his arm, a powerful force traveling through the sword, making his hand go numb.

“They are more difficult to deal with than they look.” Fan Tong gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his eyes filled with solemnity and resentment.

The shadowy figure stood by, seemingly an uninvolved observer, silently watching the fierce and bloody battle. His face, hidden beneath his cloak, was indistinct, only his cold eyes, like icy stars twinkling in the night sky, radiating a chilling light. He seemed to be waiting for a specific moment, a slight smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself, "The show has only just begun..."

Fan Tong, guided by his keen intuition, sensed something amiss with the shadowy figure. A sense of foreboding crept up his spine like a venomous snake. He was frantic, his mind consumed by the desire to break through the defenses formed by his henchmen and strike at the shadowy figure. His intuition screamed at him that this hidden mastermind was the true threat capable of bringing them annihilation.

However, the shadowy figure's henchmen were like an impenetrable wall of steel, their teamwork seamless, launching wave after wave of attacks like a surging tide. Each attack carried an extremely sharp killing intent, keeping Fan Tong firmly in place and preventing him from advancing an inch.

Fan Tong roared furiously to the sky, like an enraged lion, his inner power erupting like a flood bursting its banks. He suddenly threw a punch, the wind whistling through the air, instantly sending a shadowy henchman flying. The man stumbled through the air in an arc, crashing heavily into a large tree with a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Before Fan Tong could catch his breath, two more helpers swiftly appeared like ghosts, surrounding him once more amidst flashing swords. Fan Tong was locked in a fierce battle; every swing of his sword to parry, every dodge to the side, was draining his stamina. His teammates were also under immense pressure, and the situation was far from optimistic.

Blue Star's frost magic was indeed incredibly powerful, capable of instantly freezing large groups of enemies. However, the sheer number of enemies and the sheer density of their attacks caught her off guard. A shadowy accomplice seized the opportunity and struck her squarely in the chest. Blue Star groaned, her face turning deathly pale. She collapsed to the ground, a trickle of crimson blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, a stark contrast against her pale face.

Seeing this, Han Xinru was extremely anxious, her eyes instantly reddening. She desperately wanted to rush over to save Lan Xing, but unexpectedly, she was struck by an enemy spell. With a "ripping" sound, a deep wound was cut into her arm, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining her sleeve red.

Old Camel brandished his giant axe like a cornered beast, fighting desperately, but his advanced age and waning strength made it difficult to withstand the young and strong opponent. Under the enemy's relentless onslaught, he was forced to retreat, sustaining several shocking wounds on his body, his clothes torn and stained with blood.

As the battle raged on, time seemed to stretch endlessly, each second becoming an unbearable ordeal. Fan Tong and the others' stamina dwindled like sand in an hourglass, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid, their heavy panting clearly audible amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Sweat soaked their clothes like rain, and the excruciating pain from their wounds felt like a thousand steel needles piercing them, forcing them to grit their teeth and persevere.

Despair, like a black tide, began to slowly spread in their hearts. The dark and oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible yet enormous black hand, dragging them little by little into an abyss. Meanwhile, the surrounding enemies seemed to be driven completely mad by the bloodshed. Their attacks became increasingly fierce, like a pack of mindless, bloodthirsty beasts, baring their fangs and claws, ready to tear Fan Tong and the others to pieces.

Fan Tong felt the world before him begin to blur, and his body felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair. At this critical moment, Fan Tong seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly gave up resisting, slowly loosened his grip, and let the weapon in his hands fall to the ground with a thud.

Upon seeing this, the shadowy figure's lips instantly curled into an extremely eerie smile: "You, finally..."

Fan Tong seemed to have lost all support, his sword slumping to the ground with a dull thud. The surrounding men in black were startled by this sudden action, their movements instinctively halting. They all looked on in confusion, ceasing their attacks and turning their gazes to him. Even the shadowy figure who had been observing coldly, seemingly in control of the situation, frowned slightly, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

"I...I know your plot!" Fan Tong's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it had been sanded, yet it carried a hint of determination, like a warrior about to face death. "I am willing to give my life for their safety!"

The shadowy figure seemed intrigued and slowly approached Fan Tong. His face, hidden beneath the cloak, remained indistinct, but his tone carried a hint of curiosity as he softly said, "Oh? You know about my conspiracy? Tell me about it."

Just as the shadowy figure approached Fan Tong, a glint of light flashed in Fan Tong's eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night! He was like a cheetah that had been patiently waiting for the perfect moment to hunt. The spiritual power that had been accumulating within him for a long time erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for a thousand years. A dazzling light burst forth from his body, like a bolt of lightning, and shot straight toward the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure clearly hadn't expected Fan Tong to suddenly attack at this crucial moment. He had no time to react and was struck squarely in the chest by the unexpected attack. With a muffled groan, he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Boss!" Upon seeing this, the shadowy figure's henchmen were immediately alarmed. Their previously tight and orderly formation instantly fell into chaos, and they panicked like a swarm of headless flies.

Fan Tong's teammates seized this golden opportunity and launched a counterattack without hesitation. Lan Xing, enduring the excruciating pain in his chest, swiftly formed hand seals again, unleashing a frost spell that swept out like a blizzard, freezing the surrounding enemies into ice sculptures once more. Han Xinru flicked her longsword, transforming it into streaks of dazzling silver light, like agile dragons, shattering the frozen enemies one by one. Old Tuo, as if experiencing a final burst of energy, wielded his giant axe with ferocious power, each swing carrying a deadly resolve, easily claiming the life of an enemy.

The previously oppressive atmosphere of despair seemed to be instantly dispelled by a gust of wind, and the situation reversed in an instant. Fan Tong and his companions, like tigers reborn from the brink of despair, charged towards the enemy with unstoppable momentum.

The dark figure struggled to his feet, his face ashen from the intense pain in his chest, like a patient recovering from a serious illness. He glared hatefully at Fan Tong and the others, then vanished into the darkness in a flash.

Fan Tong and the others stood where the shadowy figure had disappeared, exchanging glances with a mixture of relief at surviving the ordeal and worry about the unknown future.

Old Camel took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "He will come back."