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"Run! Why aren't you running anymore!" Xun Mozi sneered, his cold face expressionless, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Li Feiyu, you have truly impressed me. To be able to break through the encirclement under such difficult circumstances, you are a talent."

"I'm giving you one last chance. As long as you obediently come back with me and let me figure out your superb disguise skills and how you successfully impersonated one of my demons, I will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

"Don't worry, I, Xunmozi, keep my word. I can take you as a core disciple right now. What do you think?"

After Xun Mozi finished speaking, he stared intently at Fan Tong, as if waiting for his answer!

Fan Tong gritted his teeth, glared at Xun Mozi, and roared, "You're dreaming! I can't! You've ruined my family, how can I recognize a thief as my father?"

"What if I say I never attacked Crimson Thunder Ancient City? What will you do then? I have heard about what happened in Crimson Thunder Ancient City back then, but I think someone impersonated my demon race to do murder, robbery, and frame others!"

Xun the Demon was surprisingly patient, earnestly trying to soothe Fan Tong's emotions, because he was extremely interested in the reason why Fan Tong was able to emanate demonic energy!

If we could figure it out and do the opposite, wouldn't it be much easier to launch a counterattack back into human territory? Why suffer in the bitter cold of the Western Regions?

"You fiend, don't try to disturb my mind! Even if it wasn't you, I would never stoop to your level!"

"Hmph! You don't know what's good for you! I'll take you back to the Mad Demon Sect and interrogate you properly, then I think you'll change your mind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xun Mozi waved his hand lightly, and a solid, giant magical hand reached out to grab Fan Tong!

Fan Tong felt the terrifying majesty emanating from the giant hand. His heart tightened, and he gritted his teeth, channeling all the spiritual liquid in his body into the Taiyi Ancient Sword. At the same time, he unleashed the tenfold power boost of the Dragon Elephant Skill and unleashed the first move of the Taiyi Sword Technique—the Qiankun Heavy Sword!

With a crisp crack, the giant hand that Xun Mozi casually conjured was actually shattered by a single sword strike. Although Fan Tong himself suffered a backlash, and blood gushed from his mouth, it still gave Xun Mozi a slight shock.

"Li Feiyu, Li Feiyu, you have made me even more interested in you. You actually have such superb martial arts skills. You can't be an ordinary human!"

Xun Mozi took a light step and walked towards Fan Tong step by step. His steps felt like they were stepping on Fan Tong's heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

A fierce glint appeared in Fan Tong's eyes. He bit his tongue, braced himself, and put the Taiyi Ancient Sword into his Qiankun Ring. Then he activated the Nameless Technique while chanting incantations.

Xun Mozi watched Fan Tong's movements with curiosity, like a cat playing with a mouse, simply wanting to know what tricks the other party could come up with!

In an instant, Fan Tong stood up abruptly, his breathing becoming extremely rapid, and said firmly, "Come out! Yama Ancient Sword!"

These words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and after he finished speaking, his steps became somewhat unsteady.

Suddenly, a wisp of golden light emerged from Fan Tong's dantian. The Yama Ancient Sword, which the old woman had stuffed into Fan Tong's dantian, reappeared in the world once again.

Fan Tong gripped the Yama Ancient Sword with both hands, ignoring the pain from the golden spiritual energy burning his palms. As if emptying his body, he unleashed another Qiankun Heavy Sword strike, directly slashing towards Xun Mozi.

Xun Mozi's expression changed drastically. A sense of crisis, not too strong but deadly, came over him, as if he were being watched by a natural enemy.

Immediately, he took a small step back and unleashed his full power with his innate technique, the Formless Demon Art, sending a massive, dark fist crashing towards the golden sword of light.

With a loud crack, the surrounding space shattered like a mirror from the violent attack, creating spatial rifts that sucked in the ancient trees. The powerful impact forced Xun Mozi to stagger back several steps. When things stabilized, Fan Tong was nowhere to be seen!

"Just who is this kid? And what is this golden light? How can it possess such terrifying power?"

"What a pity! They were sucked into the spatial rift. Even if they survived by sheer luck, they can only drift aimlessly inside!"

Xun Mozi glanced around again, confirming that Fan Tong was not hiding there. He sighed with some disappointment, then his figure flashed and disappeared!

At this moment, Fan Tong's face was deathly pale, and he had no spiritual power left. Just as Xun Mozi had guessed, he had indeed entered the spatial rift!

However, unlike others, he was actively carried into the realm by the Yama Ancient Sword, which also used its wondrous golden spiritual power to form a protective shield, protecting Fan Tong within it.

However, as time went by, the golden light shield grew thinner and thinner, and finally began to tremble.

At that critical moment, the Yama Ancient Sword trembled slightly, as if sensing something, and accelerated, rushing towards the spatial passage not far away.

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"Senior Sister Mengyao, why does this battlefield between humans and demons look so terrifying?"

As the teleportation was completed, the disciples of all sects stood quietly on the massive teleportation array. Seeing the environment of the Demon Suppression City, Biluo couldn't help but ask Mengyao.

Above the battlefield between humans and demons, a blood-red sun hung in the sky, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist. Even though it was daytime, the sky was still gloomy, giving people a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The Demon-Suppressing City before us is filled with tall and sturdy buildings constructed from massive black stones, each exuding an ancient and heavy aura.

The city walls were covered with mysterious defensive runes and powerful machinery, gleaming with a cold light.

"Of course. As the teacher said before, the Human-Demon Battlefield is actually an ancient battlefield. It was only after it was discovered that it was transformed into a place for humans and demons to fight each other. At the same time, it also serves as a training ground for cultivators to improve their cultivation."

"The constant fighting over the years has naturally accumulated an enormous amount of resentment, which has led to a harsh environment."

"We're still in the early stages of the human-demon battlefield. The closer we get to the center, the stronger we need to be; otherwise, the sheer ferocity of the battlefield can drive anyone mad!"

Mengyao looked around, her eyes filled with surprise, and began to tell Biluo what she had seen.

"I wonder how Fan Tong is doing. Senior sister, we should pluck all of Master's beard so he won't reveal any information and keeps us worried sick!"

Biluo then thought of Fan Tong. With his bad temper, if he were here, he would definitely try to come to the human-demon battlefield.

Upon hearing this, Mengyao clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force. Then, feigning ease, she replied, "He must be on a secret mission assigned by Master. When he's ready to tell us, Master will naturally do so! I believe he'll definitely return safely!"

……

Just as Mengyao and Biluo were filled with worry, some distance away from Zhenmo City, a body, pale as paper, devoid of any color, covered with deep and shallow, crisscrossing wounds, as if drained of all life force, was carelessly abandoned there.