Chapter 85: Shattered Bones, Devouring Souls!
Tap, tap, tap.
Lin Xuan's footsteps echoed through the empty room, like a heavy hammer striking fiercely against the White Bone Demon's heart.
For reasons unknown, as the White Bone Demon watched Lin Xuan approach, its entire skeletal frame began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Xiao Yu, grind her bones to pieces," Lin Xuan said coldly.
As his words fell, Xiao Yu, standing to the side, raised her hand and swept it down. The vines that had merely restrained the White Bone Demon suddenly surged in strength several times over.
Bang, bang, bang.
The White Bone Demon's bone body, refined for over a thousand years, was crushed with startling fragility by the verdant vines, reduced to fragments scattered across the ground.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, a residual shadow suddenly shot out from the pile of fragments.
Lin Xuan had anticipated this. He casually reached out and caught it in his hand, faint demonic qi enveloping it and preventing any escape.
"This is demonic qi?!"
The White Bone Demon's remnant soul repeatedly slammed against the thin layer of demonic qi, yet was unable to shake it in the slightest.
"Grand Artifact Refinement Technique!"
With a thought, a cluster of raging flames suddenly rose from Lin Xuan's palm, wrapping the White Bone Demon's remnant soul within.
Scorched by the blazing flames, the remnant soul let out piercing, miserable screams.
Already in a remnant state, once burned by spirit fire, the soul became even more unstable.
Yet just as the White Bone Demon felt it was on the verge of release, Lin Xuan took out a spirit pill that restored the soul, shattered it, and forcibly infused it into the remnant soul that should have been freed. Immediately afterward, a new round of torment began.
This kind of torment was endless, truly worse than death.
Half an hour later.
"I'll talk. I'll tell you everything you want to know. I only beg for death!"
After enduring nearly a thousand rounds of burning, the White Bone Demon's psychological defenses finally collapsed.
Lin Xuan glanced indifferently at the remnant soul in his palm and asked, "Who sent you?"
"White Dragon River, the White Python Manor Lord!"
"He is a Void Refinement Realm demon king in charge of the Demon-Suppressing City region among the Canglan Demon Race. I am merely one of his demon generals!"
The White Bone Demon confessed.
A flicker passed through Lin Xuan's eyes. In his previous life's game, he had never directly dealt with the Canglan Demon Race, but he had heard of this White Python Manor Lord.
The White Python Manor Lord was a demon beast that had cultivated for several thousand years. Because his body contained a trace of white dragon bloodline, his combat power in water could increase by nearly tenfold.
He had even built his manor along the White Dragon River. Once in danger, he could hide in the water, making it impossible for even Dao Integration Realm human experts to capture him. He was extremely difficult to deal with.
"Then the disciples at the Nine Heavens Holy Land's hidden outpost—were they also killed by you?"
Lin Xuan continued questioning.
"Yes, yes, yes. I did it all!"
The White Bone Demon, who had previously refused to relent, hurriedly admitted it.
She hoped to provoke Lin Xuan's fury so that she could finally be freed.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. A hundred spirit-fire needles instantly pierced through the White Bone Demon's soul.
The intense pain and scorching sensation caused the demon's soul to shudder violently, on the verge of collapse.
Just as the White Bone Demon delightedly thought it could finally die, a vast medicinal force suddenly seeped out from beyond the soul. Having circled the gates of death, it was dragged back once more.
Lin Xuan had no intention of letting this creature die comfortably after asking only two questions.
Afterward, Lin Xuan continued to interrogate her, setting up a spirit-fire formation that forced the White Bone Demon to endure torment for several more hours before death.
Through the interrogation, Lin Xuan learned that within the inner city of Demon-Suppressing City, several major forces had been infiltrated by the demon race to varying degrees. In particular, the Nine Heavens Holy Land outpost had already been completely occupied by demons.
However, the force occupying the openly known Nine Heavens Holy Land outpost was not the White Python Manor Lord. As for who it was, she herself was not certain.
The reason the White Python Manor Lord sent her to attack the hidden outpost was precisely because he knew that the open outpost would not investigate the matter.
"Big liar, what do we do next?"
Xiao Yu asked.
"Blood-wash the occupied outposts in the inner city," Lin Xuan said, his eyes filled with ruthless intent.
"Just the two of us?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yu hesitated. They had no idea how many Void Refinement Realm experts were stationed there. Charging in rashly would be extremely dangerous.
Before Xiao Yu could stop him, Lin Xuan had already turned and left the building.
He headed straight toward the inner city of Demon-Suppressing City.
Watching Lin Xuan's resolute figure, Xiao Yu clenched her teeth and followed after him.
Before coming here.
Lin Xuan had brought with him all the flying sword artifacts he had refined over the past half month.
From third grade to sixth grade, he had them all. Every material used in refining the flying swords had passed through Lin Xuan's own hands, and every formation inscribed upon them was crystal clear to him.
It could be said that with a single thought, Lin Xuan could cause these artifacts to self-destruct.
The power of an artifact's self-destruction was even greater than that of a cultivator's self-destruction.
As for the power of a sixth-grade artifact's self-destruction, it was comparable to a full-force strike from a Void Refinement Realm cultivator.
And Lin Xuan possessed thirty-four sixth-grade flying swords.
…
Demon-Suppressing City was divided into inner and outer districts.
The outer district was chaotic, while the inner city was the domain of nobility and power. All the shops within were operated by major families.
In one corner of the inner city.
A manor covering several dozen mu stood tall, with the four characters "Nine Heavens Holy Land" hanging prominently above its gates.
Now, those gates were tightly shut.
Inside, the martial training ground was in utter disarray. Several bonfires had been erected, and half-humanoid demons with ox and wolf heads were gnawing greedily at chunks of meat in their hands.
There were also demon race members who outwardly looked no different from Nine Heavens Holy Land disciples, mingling among them. There were nearly thirty of them in total.
From the main hall of the training ground, heavy panting could be faintly heard, along with a weak cry for help.
On the training ground.
A wolf-headed demon sitting on the ground, chewing on something resembling a pig's trotter, heard the weakening cries from the hall and sneered.
"Our boss really has stamina. This is already the third one!"
"I don't know when we'll get our turn. I'm starting to want to go out and abduct a human woman myself!"
He bit off a large chunk of meat as he spoke.
"Behave yourself and stay here. If you expose yourself outside and draw people here, it won't be easy to handle," said a bull-headed demon that looked like a minor commander, after gulping down a mouthful of wine.
At that moment.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion erupted from the manor gates. All the demons instantly turned their heads, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.
They saw the dark-red massive gate blasted open by an overwhelming force, shattering into pieces.
"How dare you! Who dares trespass into the Nine Heavens Holy Land's outpost!"
By the bonfire, the bull-headed demon was enveloped in black demonic qi. In the blink of an eye, the bull head transformed into a dark-faced burly man.
Whoosh!
What answered the dark-faced man was a razor-sharp flying sword.
The man raised the massive axe in one hand and roared, chopping fiercely at the flying sword.
When the heavy axe struck the flying sword, the formations on the blade instantly went into chaos. Powerful sword qi surged outward, and merely the residual waves carved a gash across the dark-faced man's cheek.
Crack!
Immediately after.
When the axe-wielding dark-faced man saw the shocking cracks on the flying sword, his heart skipped a beat.
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