Splatter!
It sounded like someone had stepped on an egg—the air exploded with blood. One of the royal White-Haired Corpse Demons was sliced clean in half by Fang Han's Sonic Blade of Death. The impact alone reduced what was left of its body into a blur of crimson mist.
The blade wasn't just sharp—it hit like thunder. Its momentum could crush steel into shards. The so-called impervious body of a Corpse Demon offered no defense at all.
But "Yan" never wasted good material. The Net of the Underworld swept through the air, collecting the remains, blood, and even their weapons—turning death into profit.
A single royal Corpse Demon could be refined into a blood pill of immense potency, enough to sustain Fang Han's ten Shura Sword Puppets for weeks—perhaps even push them closer to another evolution. Normally, such advancement required mountains of heavenly treasures, but the blood of royal demons might just spark transformation.
Yan knew well: the stronger Fang Han grew, the safer he became. And with greater power came the chance—at last—to reclaim a Pure Yang Treasure and restore his true strength.
Each slain demon carried a Gale Demon Blade, another valuable prize.
Fang Han focused entirely on the slaughter. The battlefield was a storm of howling demons. His ten Shura Puppets formed a deadly formation, overlapping defenses and striking in synchronized waves, guarding him, Hong Yi Princess, and He Xianzi in the center. The Sonic Blade became his spear—cutting, cleaving, killing.
One after another, the demons fell, the sound of their blood feeding the blade's unholy hum.
Nearby, the Azure Truth Sword tore through another corpse demon, thirty precise thrusts carving deep wounds before finally taking it down. Compared to the Sonic Blade, the sword was gentler—its power limited by the princess's lesser spiritual control.
Back in the desert, even Senior Sister Mo had struggled to slay a mere Flying Yasha with that same sword. These Corpse Demons were stronger—faster, harder, crueler. They were nearly on par with full-fledged Shuras.
"Gale Talisman!Golden Edge Talisman!"
Realizing her sword lacked killing power, Princess Hong Yi suddenly withdrew it and produced two talismans. With a flick of her wrist, both ignited in twin bursts of blue and gold. Wind and light wrapped around her sword like living flames.
Zzz—! The sword trembled and roared to life. Empowered by the talismans, its speed and sharpness multiplied severalfold. In a single strike, it sheared off a Corpse Demon's wing in a storm of sparks.
"Impressive," Fang Han muttered, sparing her a quick glance. He hadn't expected her to carry so many high-grade talismans. Those two were artifact-level—short-lived, but deadly. They boosted flight speed and edge sharpness for half an hour before their magic dissipated.
For now, though, the difference was staggering. The Azure Truth Sword became a hurricane of death, slicing through foes with ease.
Talismans might be considered the simplest tools of cultivation, but in the right hands, they turned tides. A single well-timed charm could cripple an opponent mid-duel—or end their life outright.
Soon the corpses piled high. Fifty or sixty of the royal demons lay dismembered in pools of black blood. Weapons, bones, and essence—all claimed by Fang Han and Yan.
Most disciples of the Feathered Gate would've been overwhelmed by even ten of these creatures. Even the elite Golden Platform disciples might not have survived this siege. But Fang Han, with Yan, ten Shuras, ten flying swords, and the holy power of the Underworld Waters, had accomplished what few could dream: subduing a demoness and slaughtering an army.
Still, danger lingered. Their defensive formation was strong but not perfect—far less stable than the Heavenly Wolf Formation. A breach could spell disaster. Should even a few demons slip through, Hong Yi and He Xianzi would be helpless.
Fang Han's Blood Cotton Demon Robe had already been shredded by the Sonic Blade's own vibrations—it needed time to repair and could no longer shield him. Even his Yama Golden Body would falter under repeated demon strikes.
Crash!
As if on cue, a dozen Corpse Demons surged forward in unison. Their blades gleamed with malevolent light. Together, they smashed through a gap in the Shura formation, tearing an opening wide.
"Return Lady Molin at once—we'll spare your lives!"
"They devoured her—avenge the Duchess!"
"If the Duchess has fallen, we'll all face execution by the Elders!"
"Kill them! Tear them apart!"
The horde roared in fury. These weren't mindless beasts—the royal demons had intelligence, hierarchy, and vengeance. Their voices blended into a storm, their howls like thunder and the wails of restless ghosts.
"Om! Gu! Pa! Ma! Hong! Ya! So! Po!"
Seeing the breach, Fang Han's lungs expanded as he roared the Eight Dragon Tones.
The sound hit like a hurricane. Dozens of Corpse Demons froze mid-flight, their bodies convulsing before plummeting from the air like meteors, crashing into the ground with bone-shattering force.
Before they could recover, Princess Hong Yi's sword darted down, piercing skulls and hearts one by one. Even so, the demons' flesh was so dense that most merely lay stunned, not dead—crushed but not destroyed.
"Hmm? Someone's helping me?"
From within the Star Orb, the Celestial Cloud Child blinked through his tears. The white-haired demons surrounding him had vanished—drawn away to the other battle. The child squealed in delight, his tiny hands clapping as the starry sphere floated toward Fang Han's side.
"So that demoness was Duchess Molin—a high-ranking noble of the Demon Clan," Fang Han muttered between strikes, cleaving through another wave. "No wonder her followers are rabid. A step higher, and she'd have been a royal princess."
As he unleashed another burst of sonic fury, scores of Corpse Demons fell, limbs flying.
Then, a sudden flash of light streaked across the battlefield.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted in rapid succession—each blast vaporizing a cluster of demons. Fang Han turned to see the Celestial Cloud Child hovering near, giggling as a small bracelet floated around his wrist, glowing like a miniature sun.
"The Sun and Moon Five-Star Bracelet!" Yan's voice rang in Fang Han's mind, sharp with awe—and greed. "That's a Pure Yang Treasure! Its power rivals even the Nine-Palace Golden Pagoda! To think such a divine relic is in that child's hands… incredible! But—oh, how I'd love to devour that bracelet…"