Chapter 120: Demon!

  Yang Tian repeatedly soothed the Ancestral Dragon Ring, which gradually ceased its tremors. It emitted a kind of consciousness, and Yang Tian sensed that the ring harbored intense hatred toward the creature before him, as if it wanted to slay it.

  "What the hell is this thing? Why did it cause the Ancestral Dragon Ring to react like this?" Yang Tian rubbed his nose, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. The creature before him exuded an aura of extreme malevolence, its presence terrifying.

  "This is the aura of a demon... Weren't they all extinct? How is this possible..." On the overpass, Shan Qu stared at the demonic shadow, a trace of horror flashing in his eyes. His body even trembled involuntarily!

  "Shan Qu, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Xing Hao was visibly shocked. It was rare to see Shan Qu react like this. The three of them quickly moved to a corner and asked.

  "We can't go in there. We should leave, or we might die..." Shan Qu shook his head as he stared at the unknown creature. He seemed deeply afraid of the demon and unwilling to say more. This was a taboo subject, one that many had forgotten.

  "We have to go in, even if it's through mountains of blades and seas of fire. Yang Tian is probably in there. We can't back down now..." After some discussion, they decided to venture inside.

  "Dammit, if these things aren't completely extinct, the entire continent could fall into chaos." Shan Qu wiped the sweat from his face, clenched his fists, and gripped his large bow tightly, preparing for any sudden changes.

  In the distance, Yang Tian's gaze was fixed on the unknown creature. The Ancestral Dragon Ring loathed the demonic shadow intensely, continuously transmitting a sense of hatred to Yang Tian.

  "Damn it, why are you moving too..." After calming the demonic shadow, Yang Tian's fire seed began to tremble, though its power was weak. The purple lightning on it was still causing trouble.

  "This thing isn't simple. It's similar to the consciousness transmitted by the Ancestral Dragon Ring..." Yang Tian scratched his head, his face filled with confusion. He had too many secrets, but he was unaware of them.

  "Roar..." The demonic shadow observed for a long time, making everyone too afraid to move. Finally, it could no longer hold back. Its hundred-foot-tall body rolled forward, stirring up a cloud of black mist as it lunged toward the crowd.

  "Attack together! Kill it!" A group of terrifyingly powerful youths at the front shouted. The demonic shadow was too powerful; they had to join forces to slay it.

  Boom! Everyone present attacked simultaneously. Ancient bells, small pagodas, golden swords, and zithers, all exuding divine aura, filled the air with a cacophony of sounds as they charged toward the demonic shadow.

  Clang! The demonic shadow let out a sinister laugh. From within the black mist, dozens of tentacles suddenly emerged, grabbing the incoming weapons. Many of the weapons, lacking divine aura, were crushed instantly by the shadow.

  Boom! Dozens of large hands reached out, the black mist leaping through the void, instantly crushing several weaker individuals.

  "Holy hell, it's so strong..." A trace of fear flashed in Qing Yuan's eyes. Without hesitation, he summoned a replica of the Thunder God's Hammer. Divine light swirled around it, filled with thunderous power, as he launched a devastating attack.

  The thunder was world-shaking. The demonic shadow seemed to fear the power of the lightning and was forced to retreat a few steps.

  Xing Hao directly summoned a purple-gold gourd, opened its lid, and unleashed layers of overwhelming flames that roared toward the demonic shadow, their power astonishing.

  Many descendants of ancient families stopped holding back and summoned their divine weapons, tearing through the void to strike at the demonic shadow.

  From the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, a young man dressed in pure white robes summoned a massive golden sword. A shocking sword intent spread out as he unleashed his ultimate attack. The sword's light, like a dragon, pierced through the void and cut a gash into the demonic shadow.

  From the Heavenly Sound Holy Land, an ethereal woman, graceful and alluring, exhaled a fragrant breath. A zither spun in the void, its sound waves resonating. She manifested small phoenixes that flapped their wings, filling the sky with flames as they dove toward the demonic shadow.

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  Boom! The dazzling display forced the demonic shadow to retreat, its black mist dissipating somewhat, revealing a hideous, terrifying form.

  "Roar..." The demonic shadow suddenly let out a roar. The blood sea below surged, washing over its body, and its wounds began to heal.

  "What kind of monster is this?" Yang Tian frowned. This level of consumption was unsustainable. Several people who had tried to charge across the bridge had been instantly killed by the demonic shadow.

  "Look, the unknown creature is healing!" Many people were shocked and couldn't help but exclaim. This thing was like an unkillable cockroach, and its attacks were devastating. It had already crushed several disciples from major families.

  "Keke..." The demonic shadow let out a sinister laugh. Dozens of tentacles lashed out, and an overwhelming wave of evil mist surged forward. Blood-red skulls floated in the air, sapping the strength of many.

  "Damn it..." Qing Yuan's expression turned grim. He swung his hammer through the void, and thunderous power sliced through the air. Thousands of lightning arcs danced, severing one of the demonic shadow's tentacles.

  "Splat..." Black blood gushed out as the demonic shadow roared. Several tentacles shot toward Qing Yuan's head.

  "Back off!" Shan Qu shouted angrily. He gripped his purple bow, the string vibrating as a dragon's roar echoed. A dazzling arrow shot out, blocking the attack.

  "It seems this monster is afraid of lightning..." From a distance, Yang Tian's eyes lit up when he saw Qing Yuan sever a tentacle. He glanced at the unknown path ahead and a look of determination crossed his face.

  "Let's go!" Without hesitation, Yang Tian charged toward the overpass.

  "Is this guy crazy?" Many people were stunned when they saw someone rushing forward. A fierce battle was raging ahead, and he was running to his death?

  "He must be scared out of his mind."

  The crowd behind him buzzed with jeers and whispers, staring at the black-clad youth. But when they saw him moving at an incredible speed, many fell silent. The overpass was saturated with malevolent energy, deterring all but the boldest from approaching, as if their very sanity might unravel.

  "Who is this kid?" Many were puzzled. Even if he was strong, why take such a risk?

  Yang Tian walked across the overpass, his blood boiling within him. A faint red mist filled the void around him. Yang Tian's blood was incredibly potent, and dealing with evil energy was his forte. The evil energy couldn't even get close before it was dissolved.

  As Yang Tian approached, the Ancestral Dragon Ring on his finger began to tremble again. Yang Tian quickly channeled his consciousness into it. If the demonic shadow were to be killed outright, no one would be left to stop the others, and his plan to quietly reap the rewards would be ruined.

  After calming the ring, Yang Tian reached the end of the overpass and patted Qing Yuan and the others on the shoulder, signaling them to fall back.

  "Yang Tian, it's really you." Qing Yuan's eyes flickered with doubt as he glanced at the ordinary-looking youth, then suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

  "Not now. Let's charge in. I have a way to cross the bridge." Yang Tian waved his hand and smiled, a bold idea forming in his mind.

  "Will this work?" The others frowned. The demonic shadow was too powerful. If they provoked it, things could get ugly.

  "It'll work. Follow me." Yang Tian nodded, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. He stomped his foot and shot forward, with the other three close behind.

  "You're asking for death!" Seeing Qing Yuan and his group charging forward, some onlookers shouted, their eyes filled with disdain.

  "Xing Hao, I'll kill you one day!" When he saw one of the figures, Huang Li clenched his fists, a trace of venom flashing in his eyes. He would never forget how he had been beaten to the point of coughing up blood on Martial Mountain.

  "Look, they're trying to go in!" Many noticed their actions and exclaimed in surprise, marveling at their audacity.

  "It's that guy who walked over earlier. Look, he's leading them. Is he trying to get himself killed?" Many shouted, their faces filled with anticipation for the spectacle.

  "Roar..." The demonic shadow noticed their movements and let out a roar. Several tentacles shot out at incredible speed, appearing before Yang Tian and the others, ready to grab them.

  "Qing Yuan, use your lightning attack!" Yang Tian's pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted.

  "Got it!" Qing Yuan nodded, pouring his energy into the Thunder God's Hammer. Divine patterns swirled in the void as thousands of lightning bolts erupted.

  Whoosh! Like a net of lightning, the destructive power shot out, instantly shattering the tentacles in the void.

  "Roar..." The demonic shadow roared, and a wave of killing intent surged forth, stirring the blood sea below.

  At that moment, the blood sea below began to churn, sending up waves hundreds of feet high. An overwhelming evil aura rose into the sky.

  A massive, hundred-foot-tall demonic shadow emerged from the sea, roaring as it charged toward Yang Tian.

  "Die, all of you!" Li Hongtao’s face contorted into a bestial snarl, his hatred for Yang Tian and his group blazing white-hot.

  "Back off!" Suddenly, Yang Tian stopped. A thin strand of purple lightning appeared on his finger, small but incredibly powerful.

  "Sizzle..." The smaller demonic shadow trembled when it saw the purple lightning. At the same time, the lightning shot forward at blinding speed, striking the demonic shadow.

  "Roar..." A pitiful wail echoed as the black mist around the demonic shadow began to dissipate. Over time, a pitch-black monster was revealed to the crowd.

  "This thing really works. If it grows, it'll be unstoppable..." Yang Tian muttered as he looked at the black monster on the ground. He retracted the purple lightning, and the group quickly disappeared from view.

  "They made it in!" Many were shocked. They didn't know if what lay inside was a monster or a treasure, but they knew Qing Yuan and his group had a way to deal with the creature.

  The young man from the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, dressed in white, stared at the black body. Thin cracks were spreading across it, and the creature's life force was fading.

  Who was that?" Li Hongtao clenched his fists, his face contorted with bitter resentment. A shadowy figure flashed in his mind—Yang Tian