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The flying artifact quickly flew towards the Demon Cave.

Ning Yue took the opportunity to ask more questions about the Demon Clan.

First question: What do demons look like?

Shi Yinghan: "Demons look much like humans, but they have horns on their heads."

Ning Yue nodded.

Shi Yinghan continued, "We can't rely solely on this distinction. Some demons with higher cultivation levels can hide their horns."

Next, the second question.

Ning Yue: "Are the Demon Race's cultivation levels the same as ours?"

Yang Fei scratched his head: "They don't cultivate immortality, so of course they're different."

"How do we know the levels of these demons?"

"Feelings!" Yang Fei muttered to himself, "There are some demons you know you should run away as soon as you encounter them, but there are others you know you should kick twice just by looking at them."

Ning Yue looked away and turned her head towards Lu Qingyan.

Lu Qingyan: "...The demonic energy surrounding them."

"--It's similar to our oppressive aura, except that the demonic energy of the demon race is always exposed, so the stronger the demonic energy, the more powerful the demon."

The third question.

"Is it really that easy to die when you encounter a demon?"

Song Yishi: "If you don't encounter the Twelve Seats of the Demon Clan, surviving will be easy."

Question 4—

Ning Yue frowned slightly: "Would a demon appear who could conceal their demonic energy?"

Gong Zhi: "Twelve seats are all acceptable."

"Holy crap," Ning Yue exclaimed in shock, "then how do you distinguish between cultivators and demons?"

"I can't tell the difference," Gong Zhi said calmly. "High-ranking demons can even disguise demonic energy as spiritual power."

"...Therefore, you must be careful with any actions you take in the Demon's Lair."

Q&A session ended.

Shi Yinghan glanced outside and said, "Everyone, get ready, we'll be there soon."

Ning Yue immediately went out to see—

All that could be seen outside was a vast expanse of gray, with a thin layer of black mist covering the ground.

Not far behind, a huge ravine divided this place into two completely different worlds.

Behind us, life was vibrant, with lush trees and green grass.

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes—

There were no living beings in front of him, not even the grass and trees were withered branches and fallen leaves.

Let's explore a new map!

Ning Yue summoned Huanming, and Huanming leaped out.

Excitedly, it spun around Ning Yue a few times, the pink afterimages of the sword light surrounding Ning Yue's entire body.

Ning Yue smiled and patted the hilt of Huanming's sword.

Gong Zhi put away the magical artifact.

The others jumped onto their swords with perfect coordination.

Shi Yinghan stood facing the wind, his white robe billowing in the breeze, gazing down below.

Gong Zhiyu followed beside Shi Yinghan, calmly looking down at the desolate landscape below.

Ahead of them—

Ning Yue, accompanied by Huanming, leaped and bounded through the air, leaving afterimages in his wake.

It left a very beautiful pink sword mark in the air.

The girl was petite and beautiful, flying nimbly through the air, completely out of place in this desolate scene.

Yang Fei, riding on his sword with Song Yishi, said, "Stop playing around, Junior Sister, save your energy."

"No way, Senior Brother!" Ning Yue stood on the caller's apron, the wind blowing the hair on the side of her face, and shouted loudly to him.

"—I've been holding back my chirping for too long, it's time to let loose."

Lu Qingyan chuckled: "Then why don't you take it for a walk, Junior Sister?"

then.

Several spirited young men and women, wielding swords imbued with various spiritual powers, swooped down with unrestrained abandon—

Ning Yue steadily controlled his spiritual power as the vehicle bounced on the platform.

Looks like I'll have to let the roar out for a spin anytime from now on.

...The child is about to go stir-crazy.

Duan Huailin was already able to control his sword steadily and was following behind the others.

He kept glancing at the terrain around him, looking here and there, fiddling with something in his hands.

He's probably working on the Bush-1 formation.

As they passed through the layer of gray mist, they coughed.

The smell was so unpleasant that it felt like my lungs were coated with oil when I inhaled it.

Shi Yinghan pinched two fingers together, and several barriers appeared in front of the mouths and noses of his fellow disciples, with a faint breeze blowing in.

Ning Yue covered the barrier and took a few deep breaths, finally able to breathe some fresh air!

Once he finally landed on the ground, Ning Yue reluctantly shoved Huanming back into its scabbard.

He looked around at the scenery.

All around were tall, withered trees, with only branches and trunks remaining, not a single leaf left.

The ground was the same, withered grass, dead branches, and fallen leaves...

A thin, dark mist always seemed to shroud the area.

Like a net woven from some kind of dust, it tightly bound the group of people.

silence……

An utterly silent void...

The only sound I could hear was the sound of my own footsteps on the dry grass; there was no other sound.

Shi Yinghan looked around warily: "The other eight members of the Heavenly Ranking have gone missing. Let's see if we can find them."

Gong Zhi took out various magical artifacts for searching.

Finally, he just shook his head: "No, I can't find any trace of it."

The moment he finished speaking, a strange rustling sound came from behind him.

The group immediately fell silent and looked behind them.

Suddenly, a person surrounded by a faint black aura appeared behind them.

Their heads were hidden under a large hood, and two shiny objects stared intently at the crowd.

—The Demon Race!

Ning Yue reacted immediately, grasped the air with his hand, and the water bow quickly took shape.

An ice crystal arrow was nocked on the bow.

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes, assessing the distance: "...Should we kill him?"

Shi Yinghan nodded: "This is a good opportunity for you to practice your skills. This is a low-level demon."

The demons' intelligence was no different from that of humans, and their open discussion about killing him really angered him.

He rushed over with incredible speed, the black energy in his hand condensing into a large cleaver, and attacked angrily.

"Do you know where this is, little cultivator? This is a demon cave, teeming with demons."

"Run faster..." Ning Yue squinted, "We can live a few more seconds."

"You—!" The demon was furious and was about to pounce on Ning Yue.

The arrow flew swiftly from the bowstring, carrying a chilling aura and frost, piercing straight into the demon's chest.

Starting from his chest, the demon's body was suddenly covered with a layer of ice crystals, and he stopped running.

He stood there, stunned, staring at his chest in disbelief.

A few seconds later, even the head froze completely, turning into a fresh ice sculpture.

The body suddenly collapsed—

It crashed to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Ning Yue: "..."

Senior students: "..."

Ning Yue swallowed hard and touched the ice crystal arrow in his palm.

"...That's too intense!"

Is this the strength of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator? Ning Yue felt that if he did this a few more times, he would fall in love with cultivation.

Apart from Shi Yinghan, the rest of the group were all at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

Seeing this scene, they all silently turned to look at their fierce junior sister.

...It seems that this trip to the Demon Cave is not something to be afraid of at all.

Shi Yinghan looked at Ning Yue with some shock, while Ning Yue smiled slightly embarrassedly.

The ice sculptures that had been broken into pieces on the ground were gradually melting, leaving only pure water flowing out.

There was absolutely no blood.

Everyone: "..."

There's no trace of the body!