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The once vibrant eight-hundred-mile dantian space now exudes an aura of decay, and upon closer inspection, one can see fine cracks.

The once gleaming Yama Ancient Sword had become extremely weak, and it could be felt that the golden spiritual power it had gained by absorbing demonic energy during this period had been completely exhausted.

"How pathetic! If it weren't for my cultivation level, I would have been back to square one!" Fan Tong sighed, unable to help but laugh at himself.

"But to escape from Xun the Demon King's clutches is truly an incredible feat! Oh, old woman, you've saved my life again!"

In other words, Fan Tong's cultivation level had just reached the point where he could activate the Yama Ancient Sword. He sacrificed all his spiritual fluids to unleash the Qiankun Heavy Sword technique that could contend with Xun Mozi.

Then, guided by the Yama Ancient Sword's ability to avoid harm and seek advantage, it led Fan Tong into a spatial rift, consuming its own golden spiritual power and Fan Tong's life force to protect Fan Tong from being directly annihilated in the endless space.

"I wonder where we are now, and whether there are still demons around. If there are, they can be used to heal my injuries!"

Sensing the Yama Ancient Sword's thirst for demonic energy, Fan Tong once again composed himself and quickly used his Nameless Technique to heal his injuries.

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Seeing that the disciples of various sects were basically familiar with the battlefield, the generals of the Demon-Suppressing City's garrison decisively sounded the gongs to silence the drums. The crisp sound of the gongs echoed across the noisy battlefield, like a ray of light piercing through the chaos, signaling a temporary halt to the fierce battle.

Disciples from various sects retreated from the battlefield back to Zhenmo City, their bodies covered in blood and dust. Some of the blood had dried, while some was still slowly flowing, and the dust clung to their clothes like a rough suit of armor.

Everyone looked exhausted, but their eyes shone with a resolute light after the battle, like embers that had not yet burned out—tired but still burning brightly.

In the Demon Suppression City square, the garrison commander stood solemnly on the high platform. His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across the faces of each disciple, his voice loud and authoritative.

"In today's battle, everyone performed well and poorly. Some of you charged forward fearlessly, tearing through the demons' defenses with your indomitable courage; others cooperated seamlessly, demonstrating the power of teamwork through orderly offense and defense."

"However, some disciples were a little flustered and their tactical execution was not decisive enough, causing them to miss opportunities."

"However, such a performance in the first battle is already quite remarkable. I hope everyone can perform even better in the upcoming matches, live up to the expectations of the sect, and do their utmost to protect the peace of the Northern Region!"

As arranged for the Northern Region Grand Competition, a task list was erected on one side of the square. The list was tall and eye-catching, listing various dangerous and difficult tasks. Each task was described in detail in ancient script, with corresponding points marked next to it.

The general guarding the Demon Suppression City continued loudly, "Each sect can act according to its own strength and earn points by completing tasks. The total points of all sects will be displayed on this points leaderboard!"

The general of the Demon Suppression City garrison explained some details about the human-demon battlefield, then finished instructing the disciples of various sects who had just entered the battlefield. After letting them act on their own, he left the square.

"Everyone, I hope you all stay safe and achieve good results, bringing glory to the younger generation of our Northern Region!" Jian Qi chatted casually with the other core disciples of the sect.

The others gave a general overview of their respective sects' plans. Although it was a sect competition and they needed to consider their own sects, the Northern Region was still a whole, and maintaining good relations was still very important.

Just then, Wu Angwang, a core disciple of the Yunxia Sect, walked over with an arrogant expression on his face and glanced at Mengyao.

"Hmph, the Fengqing Sect is nothing special. We, the Yunxia Sect, will surely surpass you this time." Yun Zhongjun's tone was full of provocation, and his voice was full of disdain.

Mengyao frowned, a resolute look appearing on her beautiful face, and replied without backing down, "Then let's rely on our own abilities and see who prevails on the battlefield. Our Fengqing Sect is not afraid of any challenge."

"Besides, I seem to remember a guy from the Cloud Mist Sect saying the same thing last time, and he ended up dying mysteriously!"

"you!"

"Alright! All of you, shut up. You'd be better off killing a few demon cultivators!"

When Mu Tianhuo of the Burning Flame Sect intervened to mediate the fight, the other core disciples also comforted each other, and finally persuaded Mengyao and the other person to leave.

Looking at the zeros next to their respective sects on the leaderboard, the sects in the Northern Region complained that the Demon Suppression City hadn't credited their gains from the battles to them. But with no other option, they could only start a massive campaign of grinding for missions.

On the Fengqing Sect's side, led by Mengyao, the disciples arrived at the mission board in an orderly manner.

Mengyao, dressed in a light blue long robe with her long hair tied up, looked dashing and spirited. Her gaze quickly swept across the list, her eyes focused and sharp. After a moment's thought, she began assigning tasks.

"Junior Brother Suishan, you excel in defense, so this escort mission suits you well. Be sure to stay vigilant throughout the journey and ensure the goods are delivered safely."

Mengyao pointed to Suishan, a burly man who also practiced the "Dragon Elephant Skill," and said.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sui Shan patted his chest and led his team to begin the mission.

"And Senior Brother Dongfang Sheng, you're fast and your cultivation is relatively high, so you'll be in charge of gathering intelligence. Remember, be careful to hide yourself and don't reveal your whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Sheng remained silent, but he couldn't refute Meng Yao in front of so many people, since Meng Yao had already reached the fifth level of the Profound Spirit Realm.

Who would have thought that in just six months of seclusion, Mengyao would have advanced four minor realms? Did she eat farm manure every meal? How could she grow so fast!

Seeing this, Mengyao was not angry. She continued to assign tasks according to the different disciples' strengths to accumulate points for the sect.

Meanwhile, major sects in the Northern Region, such as the Wind Sword Sect, the Wood Mist Sect, the Burning Flame Sect, and the Valley of Heartbreak, have also begun to take action under the leadership of their respective core disciples.

Just as the disciples of various sects were accepting missions to hunt down demon cultivators, Fan Tong finally recovered from his injuries.

He slowly opened his eyes and carefully observed his surroundings. He saw a desolate landscape, with jagged rocks standing abruptly on the earth like giant beasts forgotten by time. A howling wind whipped up sand and dust, obscuring his vision.

Fan Tong frowned and muttered to himself, "Where exactly is this? How did I get here? It's all so baffling. But since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it and figure out what's going on first."

He walked cautiously forward, the sand and gravel crunching under his feet, while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, his ears perked up, ready to catch even the slightest abnormality.

Before long, several demons rushed out. The leader of the demons was tall, like a small mountain, with bulging muscles as hard as iron.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He raised the battle axe high, with a whooshing sound, as if he was about to shred Fan Tong to pieces!

Fan Tong's eyes turned cold, and he instantly entered battle mode. His figure flashed like a ghost, dodging the demon's powerful attack.

The demon's battle axe crashed to the ground, sending sand and gravel flying and leaving a deep crater. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Tong counterattacked, his Taiyi Ancient Sword darting out like a serpent, aiming straight for the demon's throat.

The demon reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side, but Fan Tong's attacks were relentless and like a storm.

He flicked his wrist, and the ancient sword traced a graceful arc, slashing towards the demon's arm. The demon, in pain, roared deafeningly, and attacked Fan Tong even more frantically.

Its attacks are haphazard yet powerful, each strike carrying a deadly threat.

Fan Tong was not afraid at all. His footwork was agile and varied, like a leaf dancing in the wind, and he dealt with the demons with lightness and skill.

Seizing the opportunity, he leaped up suddenly, channeling all his spiritual power into the sword. The sword shone brightly and stabbed fiercely into the heart of the demon.

The ancient sword pierced through the demon's body, and black blood gushed out like a black fountain.

Seeing this, the other demons turned red with rage and swarmed forward. Some brandished spiked clubs, while others bared their fangs and claws, spewing black flames from their mouths. Fan Tong calmly countered, his sword flashing, each strike imbued with immense power. He thrust, parried, slashed, and hacked, his moves swift and merciless.

His movements were so fast and dazzling that only flashes of sword light could be seen as the demons fell to the ground and were quickly wiped out.

Fan Tong carefully activated the Yama Ancient Sword, coordinating it with the surging demonic energy emanating from the Devouring Demon Clan.

At first, the Yama Ancient Sword did not immediately respond with golden spiritual energy as it had before. Instead, it seemed to replenish its own deficiencies before it began to respond.

As the Yama Ancient Sword fed back golden spiritual energy that continuously flowed into him, Fan Tong could feel the cracks in his dantian space healing, as if a dried-up river had been given a renewed surge of water.

"Damn it! Who is it? Who dares to kill my demon servant?" A piercing voice rang out, interrupting Fan Tong's excitement!