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Bang!Bang!Bang!

An explosion rang out in the Demon Suppression Tower, and some disciples who were unable to dodge in time were seriously injured by the self-destruction of the demon spies!

As Wu Angwang and his demon spies self-destructed, the Demon Suppression Tower suddenly trembled violently, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

The entire tower shook violently, and stones fell from the walls, raising clouds of dust.

The ancient demon slowly awoke under the blood sacrifice, and its powerful evil aura instantly spread like a tide, sending chills down one's spine.

The aura was chilling and bone-piercing, as if it could freeze a person's soul instantly, instilling endless fear from the bottom of one's heart.

However, perhaps due to insufficient blood from the blood sacrifice, the demon's cultivation level was only at the ninth level of the Profound Demon Realm.

Even so, the oppressive aura emanating from it was like Mount Tai pressing down on them, making it difficult for everyone to breathe. It was as if a huge boulder was pressing on their chests, making each breath incredibly difficult, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly gripping their throats.

Seeing this, Fan Tong made a quick decision and shouted, "Disciples below the Profound Spirit Realm, leave the Demon Suppression Tower immediately!"

His voice was firm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority, echoing continuously within the Demon Suppression Tower like a resounding bell, deafening and awe-inspiring.

Although the disciples with lower cultivation levels were unwilling, they understood that if they stayed, they would only become a burden and become resources for the demon to increase his cultivation.

So they all rushed out of the tower, their steps hurried, filled with guilt and helplessness.

After they left, Fan Tong took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and looked at the eight core disciples of the Profound Spirit Realm still in the tower.

"Gentlemen, today we will fight this demon to the death. If the demon is to be unleashed, there will likely be another bloodbath!"

"Fan Tong is right. Everyone must show their true skills. If you are still alive after this, you are all welcome to visit the Wind Sword Sect!"

Jian Qi smiled calmly, completely unconcerned about the demon who was staring intently at everyone.

"Then let's fight!" The voice was deafening, carrying an air of fearlessness in the face of death.

The sound reverberated within the Demon-Suppressing Tower, as if trying to break free from the shackles of darkness.

Immediately, Fan Tong took the lead, wielding the Taiyi Ancient Sword as he charged towards the demon.

The sword flashed with dazzling light, carrying an incomparably sharp sword aura that rushed straight towards the demon. The sword aura howled, seemingly about to tear space apart.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, and the light was dazzling.

Jian Qi followed closely behind, his movements as swift as lightning, so fast that he was almost invisible to the naked eye.

His figure moved erratically, as elusive as a ghost. The longsword in his hand transformed into countless sword shadows, weaving into a fine net that enveloped the demon, each sword shadow imbued with his determination to kill.

The sword shadows gleamed with a cold light, like twinkling stars, yet they carried a deadly threat.

Lin Musen roared, raising his greatsword with both hands, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and slashed at the demon with immense force.

His thick arms were taut, every inch of his strength was being used to the fullest extent.

The demon sneered and unleashed billowing black demonic flames with a wave of his hand. The flames were like the karmic fire of hell, carrying endless evil and destructive power.

It collided with the attacks of the crowd, instantly producing a deafening roar. For a moment, the Demon Suppression Tower was filled with flashing light, continuous explosions, turbulent air currents, and the entire space was plunged into extreme chaos.

This fierce battle has only just begun...

The clash between the two sides distorted the space inside the Demon Suppression Tower, and the intense energy impact caused deep, bottomless cracks to appear in the tower walls, with rubble falling everywhere.

Some of the stones were enormous, making a dull thud when they hit the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Taiyi Ancient Sword in Fan Tong's hand clashed repeatedly with the demon's demonic flames, each impact scattering dazzling sparks like brilliant fireworks.

Sparks flew everywhere, some landing on the ground and instantly burning small craters into the earth.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and poured all his spiritual power into the sword, trying to break through the demon's defenses. Sweat streamed down his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Sweat soaked his clothes, but his eyes remained firm, never wavering.

Jian Qi moved with incredible agility, circling the demon lord swiftly, his sword flashing like raindrops, fast as lightning. His figure was like a phantom, elusive and difficult to catch, as he searched for the demon lord's weaknesses.

But the demon reacted extremely quickly, always managing to block the attacks with his arm. Jian Qi's sword could only leave shallow marks on the demon's tough skin, but he was not discouraged at all, and his eyes became more and more determined.

He used all his strength in every attack, and he never gave up even if it only caused the demon a little bit of damage.

Lin Musen's greatsword fell with a whooshing sound, but the demon could knock him back several steps with just a wave of his hand.

Lin Musen's tiger's mouth was shattered by the impact, and blood stained the axe handle, but he still did not back down and charged forward again, roaring angrily.

The attacks from the remaining five disciples, including Mengyao and Dongfang Sheng, continued without pause, with various magical lights blooming around the demon like dazzling fireworks.

However, the demon was too powerful, and the group's attacks failed to cause any real damage to it.

The demon let out a burst of maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha, you ants think you can contend with me? You're simply overestimating yourselves!"

"Your so-called courage is nothing but a futile struggle before me. Just obediently become the energy for my cultivation recovery!"

The laughter was so loud it made everyone's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble. The voice was full of mockery and contempt, as if everyone was nothing more than insignificant beings in his eyes.

Fan Tong and the others were thrown backward by the powerful force, crashing heavily against the tower wall with a dull thud.

They coughed up blood, their faces turning deathly pale, as white as paper. The blood stained their clothes, making them look even more wretched.

"We can't give up like this!" Fan Tong struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still resolute.

"Everyone, concentrate your efforts and attack the demon's heart!" His voice was weak, but it was full of inspiring power.

After a brief regrouping, the group launched their attack again. This time, they were even more coordinated, concentrating all their power into a single point, creating a dazzling display of light.

The light was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire Demon Suppression Tower.

Sensing the threat, the demon became cautious. He continuously unleashed powerful magic, attempting to prevent the group from approaching.

The black demonic flames formed a solid barrier, burning fiercely and emitting a suffocatingly high temperature and an evil aura.

"Hmph, still not giving up? You're just making futile resistance. Just obediently become my nourishment!" the demon sneered, his voice full of disdain.

The battle reached a stalemate, with both sides giving their all. However, as time went on, Fan Tong and the others gradually exhausted their physical and spiritual energy.

But the demon remained menacing, as if he possessed some means of restoring himself and was never tired.

The crowd's movements began to slow down, and the intensity of their attacks gradually weakened. Just when everyone was feeling pessimistic, Fan Tong stepped forward.

"Everyone, please help me attract the demon's attention and cooperate fully to create an opportunity for me to come into contact with the demon's body."

"Once I succeed, you must immediately leave the Demon Suppression Tower and guard its exterior. If I fail, you must not allow the demon to escape!"

"No! Fan Tong, this is too dangerous!" Meng Yao shouted urgently. "Let's think of another way."

Fan Tong looked at Meng Yao with unwavering determination. "There's no time to lose. The longer we drag this out, the more dangerous it becomes. This is our only chance. Trust me!"

Mengyao's eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lip tightly until it turned white.

He finally nodded: "Then you must be careful, we'll wait for your signal."

Fan Tong took a deep breath and charged towards the demon again!