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

Elder Lingfeng's words were like a boulder, stirring up ripples on a calm surface.

The joy on Fan Tong and the others' faces froze instantly, replaced by a deep unease.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if a new storm was about to break.

"Elder, do you know who this force behind the scenes is?" Fan Tong broke the silence first, his tone tinged with anxiety.

He gripped the precious jade tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Elder Lingfeng shook his head, his deep gaze fixed on the distance. "I only have a slight sense of it, and I don't know exactly what force it is. But what I can say for sure is that they are definitely not benevolent."

"There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately and find the mastermind behind this!" Fan Tong's gaze was firm, and his tone was filled with unwavering determination.

He desperately wanted to find the mastermind behind this and bring them to justice.

"Fan Tong, calm down." Lan Xing's calm voice rang out. "We know nothing about the enemy, and acting rashly will only put us in danger. It would be better to make some preparations first. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle."

Fan Tong frowned, his heart filled with anxiety.

He understood Lanxing's concerns, but time was of the essence, and he worried that things might change if he waited too long.

"Blue Star, we've already wasted too much time, we can't wait any longer!" His tone carried a hint of barely perceptible anger.

"But we need to at least figure out the enemy's details before we can formulate a corresponding strategy," Lan Xing argued forcefully, refusing to back down in the slightest.

The noise from their argument broke the silence, intensifying the tense atmosphere.

Han Xinru watched them argue from the side, feeling extremely anxious...

Han Xinru watched Fan Tong and Lan Xing argue, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making her anxious and restless.

She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but she didn't know where to begin.

She glanced at Fan Tong, whose face was ashen, then at Lan Xing, who looked determined. Her lips moved, but she ultimately couldn't utter a sound.

Suddenly, the sky darkened abruptly, as if a huge black cloth had covered the sky and sun, and the surrounding light was quickly swallowed up. A sense of oppression surged in like a tide, making it hard to breathe.

The wind grew fierce, howling like ghosts wailing, adding to the eeriness of the place.

Seeing this, Old Camel's honest face showed a hint of worry. He stepped forward and stood between Fan Tong and Lan Xing, as steady as a small mountain.

"Hey you two, stop arguing. We're all working towards the same goal, there's nothing to fight over." He scratched his head, his honest smile carrying a reassuring strength. "Blue Star girl is right, we need to plan carefully, we can't act rashly; I, Old Camel, understand Brother Fan Tong's feelings, who doesn't want to find the mastermind as soon as possible?"

Old Camel's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable power, gradually calming Fan Tong and Lan Xing's anger.

The two looked at each other, their eyes met, and the tense atmosphere between them eased.

Seeing this, Han Xinru breathed a sigh of relief. She walked over to the two of them, gently patted their shoulders, and gave them a warm smile.

A sense of warmth spread through the team, dispelling the tension and unease from before.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anxiety.

He looked at Lanxing, his tone softening considerably, "Lanxing, I was too hasty. You're right, we should proceed cautiously." Lanxing nodded, then looked at the old camel.

They looked at each other, as if they had reached a tacit understanding.

They decided to organize their thoughts and develop a detailed plan before setting off.

Just as they were preparing to set off, a strange voice suddenly rang out, as if it came from the depths of hell...

Just as they were about to set off, a strange voice suddenly came, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Fan Tong and the others immediately stopped talking. The air around them seemed to freeze, and even the sound of the wind became oppressive.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows, shrouded in a black robe, exuding an eerie aura.

This was none other than the Shadow Envoy. His appearance was like a shadow in the night, sending chills down one's spine.

"You dare to interfere in this matter? You're courting death!" The icy voice of the Shadow Envoy echoed in the air, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light beneath his black robe.

Before he finished speaking, he launched the first attack.

The dark figure attacked Fan Tong and the others like an arrow, moving so fast that it was difficult for them to react.

Fan Tong reacted quickly, shoving Han Xinru aside and drawing his sword to defend himself.

The sword wind clashed with the dark shadow, producing a hissing sound. The surrounding trees rustled from the shockwave, leaves fell one after another, and a scorching smell filled the air.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru reacted quickly. Lan Xing's staff flashed with light, and blue magical barriers formed around them to block the attack of the Shadow Envoy.

The old camel swung its enormous fists, each strike carrying immense power, deflecting the Shadow Envoy's attacks one by one.

Although the Shadow Envoy's attack was fast, its power was scattered, and Fan Tong quickly realized this.

He seized the opportunity, raised the precious jade in his hand high, and concentrated the power of the treasure to launch a counterattack.

The treasure shone brightly, and a dazzling beam of light shot directly towards the Xuan Ying Envoy.

After being hit, the Shadow Envoy staggered backward, his black robe torn, revealing a terrified expression.

Fan Tong and his men were greatly encouraged and pursued the threat relentlessly, determined to eliminate it.

However, after being injured, the Shadow Envoy quickly released a black smoke, from which a sinister laugh came out before he disappeared.

Fan Tong and the others vaguely sensed an even more powerful aura approaching through the smoke, and their hearts tightened.

Elder Lingfeng's eyes grew increasingly wary, his hands trembled slightly, and he began to chant a spell softly.

Fan Tong and the others stood ready amidst the black smoke, the surrounding air seeming to grow even heavier, as if some terrifying being was quietly approaching.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Fan Tong frowned, his voice low and firm: "Is everyone ready? The real opponent may be about to appear."