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

Fan Tong felt a chill run down his spine and quietly approached. He saw two demons fighting each other, their moves fierce and their mouths filled with curses.

"Bastard! You traitor, you actually want to betray the sect!" a disciple roared, veins bulging on his face, his eyes filled with anger and killing intent.

"Li Feiyu, don't be ungrateful! I'm doing this for your own good. If we hadn't gone through thick and thin together for so many years, I wouldn't have given you a hand!"

"Hmph! You don't remember the kindness the sect showed us, but I do! You can leave now, just pretend you never told me about this!"

"The sect has long been corrupt and decadent. I only got this opportunity because I hitched a ride with my brother-in-law's distant cousin, who is also his father-in-law's neighbor. Since you don't agree, then I will..." A cold smile appeared on his lips. Before he could finish speaking, the weapon in his hand attacked Li Feiyu without any mercy.

Fan Tong hid in the bushes nearby, observing the fight between the two, pondering how to deal with this sudden situation.

"To successfully infiltrate the Mad Demon Sect, we must resort to extraordinary measures. Let's risk it all!" He flipped his hand, and the Mad Demon Pill appeared in his palm.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and swallowed the Mad Demon Pill. Instantly, a violent and evil power surged through his body like a raging torrent.

His eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were about to drip blood, and the veins under his skin bulged out like angry earthworms, throbbing incessantly.

He exuded a chilling aura of madness, like a demon crawling out of the deepest abyss, successfully disguising himself as a demon lord.

Just as Li Feiyu was about to die and let out a helpless and desperate roar, Fan Tong rushed out like a black lightning bolt.

His speed was so fast that he instantly became like an insurmountable mountain blocking the disciple's path.

The sword in his hand drew a cold arc in the air, and a powerful sword aura burst forth instantly, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, easily neutralizing the opponent's fatal attack.

The disciple, who was in a favorable position and preparing to deliver a fatal blow, was stunned into silence by this sudden turn of events. Before he could recover from his shock, Fan Tong had already launched a flying kick, carrying immense force, and slammed it into his chest.

With a "crack," the disciple's ribs broke instantly, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

After landing, Fan Tong didn't stop, rushing to the fallen disciple in one stride. His eyes were fierce and crazed, his voice low and hoarse, exuding a sense of oppression that made one's soul tremble: "Speak! Why are you killing each other? What exactly happened?"

The two disciples were so intimidated by his terrifying aura that their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their teeth chattered.

“My lord, we…we are because…” the disciple who had initially gained the upper hand stammered, his voice trembling.

Fan Tong snorted coldly, his facial muscles twitching slightly, showing his extreme impatience. He took a step forward and slammed his right foot heavily on the ground with a loud "bang".

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the disciple's collar like an iron clamp, and lifted him up.

"Speak quickly! I don't have that much patience! What are your identities in the Mad Demon Sect?" Every word Fan Tong spoke was like a bombshell, exploding in the ears of the two disciples.

The disciple's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color. His lips trembled as he stammered, "We are both true disciples of our sect. Because of a major conflict between the Mad Demon Sect and the Frenzied Demon Sect, I found a way out and wanted to..."

"Why is there a conflict?!" Fan Tong rudely interrupted him!

"The cause... the cause was that the two sides were fighting over a territory rich in rare demonic ore, which was of great help to the cultivation of demonic arts. At first, it was just a small-scale conflict, with both sides only sending some outer disciples to test each other."

"But as time went on, the contradictions between the two sides deepened and the conflict became more intense. Now, it has evolved into a large-scale battle, with both sides suffering heavy losses."

"Right now, the Mad Demon Sect is in a state of panic, with many disciples fearing they will perish in this battle. The Mad Demon Sect is also a force to be reckoned with; their sect leader has recently mastered an extremely powerful demonic art and is aggressively seeking to annex our Mad Demon Sect in one fell swoop, so..."

"Do you know what that old bastard Xun is doing now? Has his temper changed at all?" Fan Tong interrupted again, then asked in a familiar tone.

"Elder Xun Mozi is still in charge of the Punishment Hall. He is still the same as before, extremely strict and ruthless, and his methods are vicious. The disciples in the sect both respect and fear him."

After listening, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of contemplation crossed Fan Tong's eyes. He turned to Li Feiyu, his gaze sharp, and demanded, "Is what he said true?"

Having been snatched back from the brink of death by Fan Tong, Li Feiyu was naturally extremely obedient, nodding repeatedly: "It's true, it's true, thank you for saving my life, sir!"

"In that case, I have some questions for you to ask each of you separately. I hope you'll know what's good for you, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Rest assured, sir. With your life-saving grace, I will certainly tell you everything I know. Please feel free to ask me anything you wish to know!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Me too!"

Fan Tong, with a serious expression, said a few harsh words, intimidating the two of them once again.

He kicked Li Feiyu unconscious and began questioning another Mad Demon Sect disciple, repeating this process over and over again. The two Mad Demon Sect disciples were left speechless with their suffering!

An hour later, he was satisfied with ending the sinful lives of Li Feiyu and the other man. He happily accepted the golden spiritual power fed back by the Yama Ancient Sword, and then used the Concealment Technique to make his appearance and temperament the same as Li Feiyu's.

This was Fan Tong's plan: he would disguise himself as Li Feiyu and then infiltrate the Mad Demon Sect.

To better portray Li Feiyu, he interrogated Li Feiyu about everything from bedwetting at age seven, peeping at a widow bathing at age eight, to the unspeakable secrets between Li Feiyu and his junior sister at age twelve.

Fan Tong even told another disciple some things to verify, and finally managed to have some confidence in his heart.

Fan Tong looked at the two piles of dust on the ground, took a deep breath, his eyes revealing determination and resolve, and quickly walked out of the Demon Rain Forest, heading towards the location of the Mad Demon Sect.

As soon as Fan Tong reached the gate of the Mad Demon Sect, two burly demon guards on either side of the tall and gloomy gate immediately stretched out their spears, crossed them, and blocked his way.

"Halt! Who goes there?" a guard shouted, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the air.