parentshiftbook Chapter 50: The Demon Slayer Will Ultimately Be Assimilated by the Demon
Chapter 50: The Demon Slayer Will Ultimately Be Assimilated by the Demon
"Who is that?"
The same question arose in the minds of countless people: Who? How could someone cleave the demon realm in two with a single strike!
You should know that just now they tried their best, but the barrier didn't budge an inch.
Fu Huiying stared at the approaching figure, and the more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.
A name popped into my head: Zhang Ping? It's Zhang Ping!
She dug her fingertips into her palm, forcefully suppressing the shout that was about to come out of her mouth.
Wang Dashan, standing beside him, also stared intently at the figure, finding it familiar but unable to place it for a moment.
The rain, mixed with the dissipating demonic aura, blurred everyone's vision. Chu Hanwei, at the very front, could barely make out a vague outline.
The figure vanished in the next instant.
"That face..."
Chu Hanwei frowned. She had definitely seen that person before!
The problem is, how could someone like that not leave an impression after seeing them?
She snapped back to reality and screamed, "Run!"
The survivors mustered their last strength and charged toward the gaping hole. A spark of life ignited in every leg.
"Who?! Who is it?!" A roar exploded behind them.
The Green Mountain Demons' colossal bodies thrashed about in fury. Their unwavering barrier had been breached!
"Kill them!" Just as the three-headed demon was about to pounce, a demonic voice suddenly pierced his mind:
"That's the scent of the mountains and marshes... Let them go."
The demon figures froze in place.
The succubus glared fiercely at the crowd pouring out of the breach, and sneered, "The Demon Lord's decree... they got off easy."
"What a pity, such fine flesh and blood..."
The two-winged demon stared intently at the breach: "Wasn't Lord Shanze killed by that...? How can his power remain here?"
The other two demons remained silent. The two-winged demon suppressed its churning doubts and watched the crowd depart.
"Let's go, there's still plenty of flesh and blood waiting to be devoured in the city."
……
"They didn't catch up..."
As the team continued their frantic march, Chu Hanwei's tense nerves began to relax slightly.
Why would the demons let them go?
The thought flashed through my mind; escaping was the priority.
"Master's wife, what's wrong?" Wang Dashan brought out an injured horse from somewhere and helped Fu Huiying up.
Fu Huiying shook her head, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings. The ground was a mess, the signs of battle were shocking. But in the heat of the moment, no one paid any attention.
The group had marched dozens of miles when a figure quietly slipped in.
It's Zhang Ping.
He changed into clean clothes and carried a cloth-wrapped unicorn on his shoulder, attracting wary glances. Once they realized he was human, they ignored him, assuming he was just a martial artist hiding nearby.
"Senior Brother! Madam of the Guild Master!"
"Zhang Ping?" The two men were surprised and puzzled when they saw him.
Fu Huiying's eyes were complicated as she scanned Zhang Ping from head to toe, trying her best to make the figure in the rain overlap with the person in front of her.
"Zhang Ping? What are you doing here? Where are Master and the others?" Wang Dashan was even more anxious and grabbed Zhang Ping's arm.
Zhang Ping shook his head: "We were attacked on the way back and got separated. When I heard about the incident in Lingchuan in Songping County, I rushed over immediately... Luckily you are all safe." He met Fu Huiying's gaze and blinked imperceptibly.
Fu Huiying's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her face away.
"Master and the others will definitely get away! Come with us to Songping first, then we'll figure out a way!" Wang Dashan patted Zhang Ping's shoulder forcefully.
Zhang Ping's lips twitched. Wang Dashan assumed he had been attacked and injured, paid no attention, glanced at the strange unicorn-shaped package, and then turned to urge the team on.
The remnants of the defeated army fled frantically towards Songping County. Right now, only that city could hold back the demons.
……
On the other hand, after the main force broke through, the entire Lingchuan region was plunged into hell.
Corpses lay strewn about. Demons roamed the city, reveling in this bloody victory feast.
Above the city, a swirling black cloud, covering half of the city, slowly gathered.
The two-winged demons and others quietly returned and merged into the depths of the vortex.
"Demon Lord, the barrier has been repaired."
The three-headed, filthy demon, which had been raging fiercely outside, now stood with its head bowed, not daring to utter a sound.
At the core of the vortex, a gigantic human face slowly coalesced. Within its pupils, a galaxy swirled, layering with overlapping images.
"Hmm..." The face responded indifferently.
The two-winged demon couldn't help but look up: "Demon Lord, Lord Shanze has already..."
He harbored a deep resentment towards that power of the mountain and marshland.
The human face's gaze shifted, the stars flickered, and its gigantic maw opened and closed: "That person... is a Demon Slayer. Stealing the power of the mountains and marshes, he will ultimately be devoured by them."
The two-winged demon still had doubts, but dared not ask any more.
The enormous human face seemed to be talking to itself, its gaze fixed on the endless sky:
"Three thousand years have passed... This land remains unchanged. My old rivals are long gone... Now, who can stop me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, demonic shadows appeared around the vortex, their auras chilling, all of them powerful demons.
Strange chanting sounds rang out in unison.
Below, inside Lingchuan City.
The demonic sound pierced the mind, and the remaining living beings instantly turned into streams of flesh and blood, which surged upwards and merged into the vortex of black clouds.
The vortex's aura rose steadily, bathing the demons within, their power visibly expanding.
"The ancestral lands of Wei and Zhao... will ultimately become our people's dining table..."
……
Hundreds of miles from Lingchuan, there is a solitary peak.
A graceful figure stood against the wind, her wide robe sleeves billowing in the breeze.
"You see? The martial artist's struggle... Foolish and laughable." A voice suddenly rang out, not from the woman.
She pursed her lips, her mind still seemingly preoccupied with the figure fighting An Qing.
"Zhang Ping...is also a martial artist?"
"Heh..." The voice carried a barely perceptible hint of mockery. "Is this the person who gave you the money back then? Zhang Ping... He chose a shortcut, and the price he paid was beyond his expectations."
"A demon slayer?" A look of worry crossed Ruan Qiuhe's face. During this time with the mysterious master within her, she had learned many secrets.
This includes demon slayers who seal demons into their bodies and steal their power.
"That's right..."
"Those who slay demons will ultimately be assimilated by demons."
"Moreover, the power he wields... its source is definitely not an ordinary demon."
Ruan Qiuhe bit her lip.
A voice echoed in my mind: "Don't even think about saving him. You can't. The debt of gratitude will be repaid in the future."
"The little beggars are settled. It's time to go, to the southern border. The strength you need... is there."
Songping Prefecture.
Half a month had passed when the team arrived.
Upon their arrival, Songping County Magistrate Xiao Lin took it very seriously, personally welcoming them and settling them in a residence within the city.
After two days of rest, everyone finally recovered.
A small courtyard in the city.
After a woman's "voice" rang out, the noise inside the room subsided.
"Take a break..."
Fu Huiying pushed against the man's chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
Behind him, Zhang Ping chuckled softly.
"Has your strength declined in the past few months, Madam?"
"From now on, I'll have to train every day, otherwise I'll regress too much and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with me."
This remark carried a teasing tone, and Fu Huiying rolled her eyes at him:
"I've never heard of anyone as versatile as you."
Zhang Ping was quite pleased with these words. He smiled smugly and decided to let her off the hook for the time being.
The two embraced and leaned against the headboard.
"To be honest, were you the one who made the move that day?" Fu Huiying suddenly asked, her voice filled with inquiry.