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

Fan Tong looked up and saw a black-robed demon cultivator walking towards him.

This demon cultivator had a ferocious face, with exposed, sharp, and yellowish fangs. His eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, like burning hellfire, and he exuded a nauseatingly evil aura, as if he were a demon crawling out of the abyss.

Fan Tong instantly became alert, his spiritual fluids surging like a tide, and the Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand hummed, its sound echoing in the air.

His gaze was fixed on the demon cultivator, sharp as a hawk's, not daring to be careless in the slightest. His muscles were tense, ready to respond to any attack at any moment.

Without a word, the demon cultivator unleashed a bizarre spell. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and black light, like a snake, snaked out with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Fan Tong.

Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to be corroded, emitting a chilling "sizzling" sound, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop instantly.

Fan Tong's figure flashed like a ghost, his footwork exquisite, like a leaf dancing in the wind, instantly dodging the fierce attack.

With a flick of his ancient sword, a dazzling sword light, like an inverted Milky Way, swept away with an invincible and powerful aura, as if it would tear this dark world apart.

Upon seeing this, the demon cultivator moved his hands with dazzling speed, forming a thick shield of black light in front of him.

The sword light collided with the shield, producing a tremendous roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart. Light scattered everywhere, like a dazzling fireworks display, and the surrounding sand and stones were shaken up, forming a hazy dust cloud.

The two sides fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Fan Tong's swordsmanship is fierce, with each move containing powerful spiritual energy. His sword style is ever-changing, sometimes like a sudden storm, dense and impenetrable, leaving the enemy with no way to dodge; sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, with a majestic momentum, directly striking the enemy's vitals.

The demon cultivator was not to be outdone, unleashing a barrage of spells. The black light sometimes transformed into sharp blades, gleaming with a cold light, whistling as it stabbed towards Fan Tong; at other times, it condensed into a sphere, carrying immense impact as it frantically attacked Fan Tong, attempting to crush him in one fell swoop.

Fan Tong was secretly surprised. He never expected that this demon cultivator at the third level of the Profound Demon Realm would be so powerful!

He channeled his lightning-attribute spiritual power and swiftly unleashed the seventy-two basic sword techniques. Instantly, his swordplay was as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, unleashing dozens of sword strikes in a flash, each aimed at the demon cultivator's vital points, each strike carrying a determination to kill.

The demon cultivator fought desperately, but eventually revealed a weakness. Fan Tong seized the opportunity and stabbed the demon cultivator in the shoulder with his sword. Black blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and corroding small holes.

The demon cultivator let out a miserable scream, his voice shrill, and he staggered, almost unable to stand.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Fan Tong pressed his attack, his sword strikes like a rainbow, thrusting out again and striking the demon cultivator in the chest. The sword was completely embedded, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The demon cultivator could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, but the fierce light in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Fan Tong, panting heavily, his chest heaving, stared at the demon cultivator on the ground and roared, "Speak! Where is this place?"

The demon cultivator sneered, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He remained silent, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

A ruthless glint flashed in Fan Tong's eyes. He reached out and grabbed the demon cultivator's arm. Golden spiritual power surged from the Yama Ancient Sword, turning the arm into dust in just a moment!

"No! You devil!" The demon cultivator, who had been fearless before, couldn't help but scream upon seeing such a bizarre scene!

"Speak quickly! Otherwise, the next step will be your fifth limb, making you wish you were dead! If you cooperate well, I can give you a quick death!"

Under Fan Tong's immense pressure, the demon cultivator finally spoke: "Hmph! So what if you kill me? In this battlefield between humans and demons, you're doomed to die sooner or later!"

"The battlefield between humans and demons?" Fan Tong's mind raced. He hadn't expected that the Yama Ancient Sword would bring him here!

"Then you don't need to worry about it! You go ahead!" Fan Tong kept his word and finished off the demon cultivator with a single sword strike. Of course, he couldn't waste the vast demonic energy within him!

Helpless, the demon cultivator pulled out a map from his robes. The map exuded an eerie aura, seemingly concealing countless secrets. Fan Tong snatched it and examined it closely.

After absorbing the golden spiritual energy fed back by the Yama Ancient Sword, he quickly circulated his cultivation technique, drawing this spiritual energy into his dantian space and continuously nourishing the cracks within!

"Not bad! I even managed to find a basic map! It seems I need to head towards the Demon-Suppressing City of the human race. Once I get there, I'll figure out a way to return to the Northern Region!"

Looking at the map in his hand, Fan Tong clarified his next goal: to kill demons to improve his cultivation while heading towards the human territory.

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As Fan Tong headed towards the human territory, Meng Yao was closely monitoring the points leaderboard in Zhenmo City.

Her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with anxiety. She noticed that Fengqing Sect was consistently in sixth place, always one step behind Yunxia Sect, and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

"We can't let the Yunxia Sect keep suppressing us like this, otherwise the sect's momentum will dissipate!" Mengyao bit her lip and made up her mind.

So she organized the disciples of the Fengqing Sect to gather together and accepted the mission of killing the leader of the demon cultivators at the sixth level of the Xuanmo Realm.

After much effort and investigation, Dongfang Sheng finally found the leader of the demon cultivators.

When the Fengqing Sect members saw the leader of the demon cultivators, their lips twitched involuntarily, and they gasped in shock!

The leader was tall, about the height of two people, and stood like a mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

His muscles bulged, like hard rocks, containing boundless power, and his dark skin was covered with strange magical patterns.

These magical runes shimmered with an eerie light, like flowing flames. A pair of eyes, like burning flames, exuded a violent aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Seeing this, the demon cultivator leader launched the first attack, suddenly swinging his giant spiked club. The spikes on the club gleamed with a cold light, creating a gust of wind as it whistled and smashed towards the Fengqing Sect disciple.

Mengyao shouted, "Form the formation!" Her voice was clear and firm.

The disciples quickly dispersed and took their positions according to the pre-rehearsed formation, their movements perfectly synchronized and without the slightest sign of panic.

A disciple cast a defensive spell, waving his hands and chanting incantations to create a transparent shield in front of him, its surface shimmering with light, attempting to block the attack of the spiked club.

However, the spiked club was extremely powerful. The moment it collided with the shield, cracks appeared instantly, like shattered ice.

"Attack!" Mengyao gave the order again, her voice decisive.

Several disciples simultaneously unleashed spells, sending fireballs, ice spikes, and lightning bolts hurtling towards the demon cultivator leader. The fireballs were scorching hot, as if they would ignite the air; the ice spikes were sharp, gleaming with a cold light; and the lightning roared, illuminating the dark corners.

The leader roared, his voice deafening, and the demonic runes on his body shone brightly, forming a powerful protective layer that actually blocked all the spells.

The spell dissipated in the light of the magic runes, vanishing into nothingness.

"Don't stop, keep attacking!" Mengyao commanded while unleashing powerful martial arts techniques herself.

She brandished her spirit sword, its blade gleaming with light, and streaks of sword energy shot toward the leader.

The disciples of Fengqing Sect gritted their teeth, veins bulging on their foreheads, and withstood the powerful attacks from the demon cultivator leader, continuing their assault.

After several rounds, the leader gradually became exhausted and his movements became sluggish, and his defenses began to show weaknesses.

Seeing this, Mengyao flashed like lightning, instantly appearing to the left of the leader. The light of the spirit sword in her hand surged, as if to illuminate the entire space, and she stabbed fiercely.

The leader was caught off guard and was stabbed by the spirit sword, but he swung his spiked club with a strong gust of wind, hitting Mengyao and sending her flying.

"Senior Sister!" the disciples exclaimed, their voices filled with concern and worry.

Despite her injuries, Mengyao stood up, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth, but she still said firmly, "I'm fine, keep attacking!"

Encouraged, the disciples launched an even fiercer attack, as if pouring all their anger and power into this round of attacks.

Finally, with everyone's concerted efforts, the demon cultivator leader could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Meanwhile, the disciples of various sects in the Demon Suppression City suddenly erupted into chaos!