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A hint of malevolence lingered in Si Tang's eyes, making her look somewhat eerie.

She grinned at Ning Yue: "How arrogant. Do you know who I am?"

"Who you are and what does it have to do with me?" Ning Yue said coldly. "...No last words, is that it?"

Si Tang ignored her words and answered to herself—

"The Demon Clan's Twelve Seats - Ninth Seat: Si Tang".

Si Tang curled her lips and looked at Ning Yue with a playful expression, even her pale face gained a touch of red.

It was as if I could already see Ning Yue's shocked and terrified expression.

Shi Yinghan coughed and looked up at Si Tang.

"……No wonder."

Si Tang thoroughly enjoyed the gaze and blinked gently.

"Holy crap, the ninth seat of the Demon Clan?!" Yang Fei exclaimed in disbelief. "We've really run into a Great Demon this time?!"

Gong Zhi looked at Yang Fei with a complicated expression: "...You've been beaten up like this, don't you have any self-awareness?"

This was the first time Duan Huailin had encountered the twelfth seat. Supporting himself, he couldn't help but say, "Even the ninth seat... is this strong?"

"What do you mean by only being the ninth seat?" Si Tang scoffed lightly, but ignored him.

He turned to look at Ning Yue, eagerly anticipating whether she would also show some kind of surprise and fear.

Ning Yue merely glanced at her, as if deep in thought, and spoke slowly.

"Oh, twelve seats, I've heard that's really impressive..."

Si Tang: "..."

She even began to doubt whether her intimidating power was not as strong as it used to be.

A surge of anger instantly overwhelmed him.

Isn't this blatant disrespect?

She unleashed a palm strike imbued with magic.

"You really don't know what's good for you—!"

The spot where Ning Yue was standing collapsed instantly, scattering rubble everywhere.

"Junior Sister—!" Shi Yinghan's eyes widened instantly, and she immediately stood up, ignoring the pain in her body.

As the dust settled, Ning Yue's slender figure suddenly appeared among the rubble.

Si Tang's face contorted for a moment: "That damn thing again!"

She was referring to a defensive barrier.

He easily parried her attack, leaving Ning Yue unharmed.

A fleeting afterimage—

A sharp blade was instantly pressed against Ning Yue's neck, attempting to stab him.

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and grabbed Si Tang's wrist—

A cold glint instantly flashed in her eyes.

Si Tang twisted for a moment, and the blade in her hand fell to the ground.

"I'm not here to be your punching bag," Ning Yue whispered in her ear.

Immediately, thousands of arrows condensed rapidly and stabbed fiercely towards Si Tang.

With the appearance of ice crystal arrows.

The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and the cold wind blew from an unknown direction, causing tiny ice crystals to condense on the fine hairs as it blew across the skin.

Yang Fei stumbled, his teeth chattering: "Junior Sister...you're really strong!"

Song Yishi was still unable to move, but she couldn't stop trembling.

"Keep warm!"

Duan Huailin stiffly pulled out the materials, arranged them simply, and barely managed to keep them warm.

The fighting was fierce ahead, and gusts of cold wind blew in.

With each gust of wind, the group huddled together and shivered, looking quite pitiful.

"No..." Lu Qingyan couldn't move either, her lips were pale, "and I'm still cold."

Yang Fei reached out shakily and touched the Qiankun bag.

"I have beast feathers... wait for me."

But his fingers were really a bit clumsy, so he simply poured out all the beast feathers from his Qiankun bag.

Surrounded by dense fur, my body temperature finally rose a little.

Shi Yinghan wasn't shivering from the cold; she maintained her usual composure and anxiously watched Ning Yue's direction.

However, Ning Yue's current strength is incomparable to what it used to be.

The peak Nascent Soul realm exudes an aura that is almost terrifying.

Her figure, locked in combat with Si Tang, was now just a blur, difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"The pills..." Song Yishi's voice was weak, "...in my Qiankun bag."

Shi Yinghan immediately snapped out of her daze.

They were completely exhausted from Si Tang's attack and couldn't move an inch.

Things have finally recovered a bit.

Shi Yinghan, who was able to move a little, and Yang Fei, who was able to use his hands, immediately took out the pills from their Qiankun bags.

They helped each other feed it.

Their journey was fraught with danger, and the pills given to them by the elders were all of the highest quality.

Although it won't be completely restored immediately, it has recovered most of its original state.

In mid-air, Ning Yue's figure was suddenly struck down, crashing to the ground—

Depend on--

Ning Yue shouted silently, then grimaced and quickly got up.

The strength of the twelve Demon Clan members was indeed not just talk; Si Tang discovered that she could not directly attack Ning Yue.

—Use the aftershocks and momentum of the attack to strike her.

Although she had a protective barrier that prevented her from sustaining too much damage, she still felt the impact!

Shi Yinghan, sword in hand, was about to charge forward—

A cold voice suddenly came from beside my ear.

He turned his head—

I saw a little boy squatting with his knees drawn up to his chest in the cold wind.

His face was ashen, appearing even paler in the chilly wind.

—This is also a demon race.

"If we insert it into them now, they'll likely die." Si Jin remained expressionless, maintaining her squatting posture.

He then looked away and quietly continued watching his sister and Ning Yue fight.

Shi Yinghan knew he had a point, but seeing his junior sister like this, he looked at her with concern.

Ning Yue quickly got up from the ground, stood there catching his breath, and looked very tired.

"No way." Shi Yinghan rushed over immediately.

We can't let our junior sister fight such a terrifying opponent all by herself!

But then Ning Yue paused for a moment, and then gently placed his palm on his dantian—

Shi Yinghan paused for a moment.

A new surge of spiritual energy erupted from Ning Yue's body.

The burst of immense spiritual power suddenly surged out, blowing those around it four or five meters away.

The recovered individuals immediately began using their swords or magical artifacts.

Only Si Jin remained seated, obediently being blown away and collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Thick, gnarled tree trunks emerged from the ground, suddenly stretching and elongating to form a massive cage above Ningyue.

Si Tang had no idea what was going on, and suddenly looked down at Ning Yue.

Ning Yue smiled slightly.

All the light in this place is blocked.

Four thick branches nimbly climbed upwards, suddenly binding Si Tang's hands and feet.

"What the hell is this thing! Aren't you an ice spirit root?!" Si Tang shouted angrily as she was bound.

Ning Yue laughed: "Isn't this called hiding your true abilities?"

It seems the Moonshadow Grass is working well; her Wood Spirit Root has basically recovered.

However, Ning Yue hadn't learned any wood-based magic recently, and only managed to create some basic ones to trap Si Tang.

Si Tang is still firmly imprisoned.

Ning Yue held a fireball in one hand and an arrow in the other, and smiled slightly.

Under Si Tang's incredulous gaze, it was precisely aimed at her.

Shi Yinghan and the others only heard a loud noise coming from the closed cage.

The seemingly sturdy cage suddenly snapped open—