Master of Strange Dao

Gazing into the distance, the Mountain Pushing Beast's eyes were filled with uncertainty, and for a moment, it didn't dare to pursue.

Three days later, a large number of the Demon Clan gathered here, several Great Demons advancing together.

They found the place where the sacrificial altar once stood, but now, there was nothing recognizable. The newly grown trees and vegetation had re-covered this chaotic area.

Poisonous creatures wouldn't miss any chance to erode.

These Great Demons couldn't find even a single bone because everything had been used as nourishment for the blood sacrifice.

After Jiu Nian came out, he absorbed all the power indiscriminately, and the altar was destroyed completely.

Another ten days passed, and the Black Ship High Priest, along with the Black Ship Saints, arrived outside the chaotic area.

The Black Ship High Priest gazed solemnly at the area filled with ominous aura, various chaotic interwoven energies. The token he carried had not responded at all until now.

This chaotic area was already one of the few places they'd speculated about needing exploration.

If they couldn't find it here, they'd have to temporarily return to the Black Ship for rest, as battles had been too frequent recently, and everyone was nearly exhausted.

"A few days ago, there was a sudden change here. It's said that ancient power reawakened.

A demon with not very strong power forcibly blocked the path of the Mountain Pushing Demon using ancient melodies.

The local Demon Clan has a severely severed heritage, and this ancient power might be the little demon we're looking for."

The Black Ship Saints entered the chaotic area, initially without encountering major obstacles.

But after a few days, when they stumbled upon members of the Demon Clan, a small conflict broke out, leading directly to a fight.

At this time, Yang, to avoid rushing out recklessly, plunged into some unknown pit and had been crouching in the Abyssal Rift for several days, secretly sensing the situation outside.

When Yang sensed the aura of the Black Ship High Priest and noticed he was in the middle of a fight, he didn't rush out.

He just quietly floated upwards along the Abyssal Rift, continuing to carefully sense.

The aura of other Black Ship Saints emerged, and when the battle intensified, that unique ominous aura surfaced.

Coupled with other Demon Clan auras surging like waves, it was hard to hide.

Yang felt assured.

He shook his body and transformed into the form of the Black Mountain Sheep. On his spiraling, curved, giant horns, dense demon qi appeared, supporting him as he silently floated upward, breaking through the obstacles on the ground, and appeared soundlessly on the surface.

Glancing back at the fissure on the ground, Yang exhaled a breath that smoothed the ground. The surrounding strange trees quickly fought over the newly appeared bit of space, and after a few breaths, there was nothing special to see anymore.

In the distance, the battle grew more intense, and roars could be heard.

"Heavenly Mirror! People from Jixia Academy! Kill them!"

Yang sighed inwardly. He had prepared so much, yet didn't expect things to develop this way. Jiu Nian sneaked over here, not knowing by what means, and opened a new Abyssal Rift.

To understand the situation here, the most reliable source would naturally be the Black Ship Saints.

Demon qi surged around Yang, and alien fire burned on his hooves, carrying him slowly into the air.

In the distance, a giant Mountain Pushing Beast and a Golden Eagle occasionally transformed into golden light, along with an old ape clad in beast skin with a peach wood staff, stood hovering.

The three Ninth Tier Great Demons, unfamiliar with their opponents, made it difficult for the Black Ship Saints to resist.

Yang lowered his eyelids, and with a sudden sound, two flames ignited on his horns. He calculated and began to move.

His speed seemed slow but was fast, as the Dayan Preface unfolded, reflecting the trajectory of the golden light in his pupils, continuously integrating until it condensed into a single point of golden light.

The Golden Eagle, with its wings spanning a hundred feet, moved extremely fast. When it noticed a strange Great Demon appearing, Yang, as if anticipating it in advance, intersected with its form, and one of his hooves directly stepped on its forehead.

With a buzzing sound, the Golden Eagle saw stars, its head buzzing and its form pausing.

But the next moment, Yang was already standing solidly on its forehead.

"Suppression."

The Black Mountain Sheep, with its horns burning with alien fire, spoke human words, issuing a command.

The Golden Eagle's head lowered, its enormous form transforming into a golden light, plummeting straight to the ground.

A rumbling crash sounded, the stirred dust swept along with the shock wave.

The Golden Eagle flapped its wings, trying to fly again, but its head felt like a mountain was pressing down, pinned firmly to the ground.

With the Golden Eagle's struggle, one of Yang's hooves directly pierced through its skull, puncturing its feathers hard as Mysterious Iron.

"Considering your bloodline, you should be a relatively rare species. It's a pity to die, I advise you not to move."

After saying this, Yang looked at the distant old ape.

The old ape furrowed its brow, full of apprehension in its eyes, having never seen such a Great Demon.

None of the Sheep Demons had such an aura, profound like an abyss, unfathomable, with a hint of an eerie pressure, extremely powerful.

"Under the Demon Emperor's command, White Ape Demon King greets you. May I ask your name?"

"These people, I want them."