At that moment, a strange gleam suddenly flashed in the hollow, icy eyes of the Demon Monk, shrouded in black smoke.
Even it seemed to be in some haste.
So, it coldly uttered: "Make the move."
No one knew to whom it was speaking.
Because everyone at the end of this Soul Threshold had already appeared.
Who else could it be?
As the word "move" fell, a white light appeared from the Demon Monk’s mouth.
A white light that was beyond everyone’s expectations!
This white light abruptly pierced into Infant Cry Master from behind, then shot out through the chest, and at the moment the sword tip broke through, a powerful force erupted like aftershocks.
The sword hilt emitted waves akin to a tidal fury, with each drop of tide containing a unique power, causing the body of Infant Cry Master to rapidly explode.
And the one holding the sword hilt... was unexpectedly Dongjun!
It was Dongjun who had been swallowed by the Demon Monk together!
Everyone thought she had been consumed by the Demon Monk and swallowed altogether, for if they were the Demon Monk, they would have done the same.
But unexpectedly, there was a variable in this.
Infant Cry Master reacted quickly, barely protecting the body, and resisted the sword.
However, regardless of whether it was human or demon, the body was the best fortification.
The body suffered such severe injuries, leading to flaws in the Divine Soul.
The Demon Monk, in perfect coordination, simultaneously attacked Infant Cry Master, intensifying its digestion.
"Dongjun?! Are you crazy? You’ve already been swallowed by the Demon Monk, yet you’re still working for it?"
The demons turned their gaze to the cold female cultivator who made the move.
Dongjun gave a cold smile and said, "If I hadn’t been swallowed together, how could I help the Demon Monk digest you?
I’ve been waiting for this moment.
You demons, playing tricks, now find yourselves being played, huh! Hahaha!!"
With a laugh of madness, Dongjun’s expression turned frenzied as she attacked again.
A flash of white rainbow passed, and the weakest Han Yuling barely propped up a mental shield, but facing the Ancient Race with their gifted magic, her shield was not so effective, bursting with a "boom", and soon she was covered with injuries.
"Working for demons, deserves death!"
The white rainbow shouted fiercely, then swiftly darted in another direction.
In the distance, a mysterious voice of praise came.
"Good!!"
Though Dongjun was in the midst of a sneak attack, she was able to glance at who was speaking from the corner of her eye.
Then, she saw Song Yan.
Song Yan looked at her from afar and praised, "Well said, ’working for demons deserves death’! Never thought I’d meet a fellow here! Dongjun, as fellow Human Race, shall we... join forces?"
After speaking, a bright smile unexpectedly appeared on his face, which was in immense pain from the refinement of the Evil Treasure, especially those eyes, clean and pure, easily evoking trust.
Dongjun:...
She found this man truly shameless, as if they were old acquaintances at their first meeting, yet what he said seemed quite reasonable.
Because this man not only stood against demons but also against the Demon Monk, wasn’t that on the side of humans?
Dongjun said, "Better take care of yourself first."
Her response made the Demon Monk squint its eyes slightly from a high place.
In fact, whether she responded or not, when Song Yan uttered that sentence, the thorn was already planted.
The crucial point of the thorn is not whether it can harm.
Any nonsense about joining forces, spoken forgotten.
The key is, these words could indeed cause obstruction.
At this moment, the camps and stances of everyone present were swiftly shifting, fully explaining what ’four people in six groups’ meant...
While speaking, Dongjun’s actions were not slow, and the balance against the Demon Monk was swiftly being disrupted.
With a scream, the weakest human female cultivator, the patriarch from Great Qi, died tragically.
Right after that was Infant Cry Master.
Although Infant Cry Master was not dead yet, he was merely hanging on.
On the other side, the Insect King was desperately suppressing Dongjun, while strenuously supporting against the Demon Monk’s digestion.
Freed from restraint, the Demon Monk then unhesitatingly attacked Song Yan.
It remembered planting a Heart Demon in everyone’s mind.
No reason this man wouldn’t have one.
The trickiest part of dealing with Heart Demons is slaying them out of fear, as doing so leads to permanent gaps in the Mental Realm, even more than leaving the Heart Demon alive.
Before, amongst everyone below, Song Yan was the weakest, the Demon Monk didn’t bother with him, but now it was targeting all the remaining strength it could muster at Song Yan.
Buddhas take a lifetime to enlighten people perhaps.
But demons tempt in just an instant.
Becoming a Buddha or turning into a demon with a single thought isn’t just talk.
If a devoted monk saw the love of his life naked atop him, whispering in his ear, "I’ll never tell anyone," would his heart not ripple?
Life is short, how to live, after a century, it’s all but dirt. Given the chance to enjoy immediately, why refuse?
But was the monk wrong?
No.
Because only desire is the most human thing.
’Let me see your Heart Demon.’
All illusions are Demon Monk’s enticements, it could naturally see what transpired within the Illusion Realm.
After watching, a treacherous smile suddenly appeared on the Demon Monk’s evil face, then he said in a pained voice, "The cattle and sheep on the frontier, a mere dreamscape, now that you’re here, the one to accompany you beyond the frontier is gone, isn’t she?"
The voice lingered, filled with endless melancholy, every word containing terrifying tempting power.
Then it abruptly changed expression, harshly questioning: "How did she die?! Was it your failure to protect, or...did you kill her?!"
As the words fell, it saw the man across showing an expression of pain, trembling all over from agony.