Chapter 412: Chapter 412

412: Chapter 399: Silver Butterfly as a Sword 412: Chapter 399: Silver Butterfly as a Sword Si Li, familiar with some of Kunlun’s secrets, knew that the sixth river of the Demon World might very well become one of the most terrifying demon rivers in a certain sense.

She did not believe that a corpse-like youth, unable to rely on himself for demonization, could subdue Mohe.

The reason she did not doubt this absurd reality was solely because it was something Jiang Chen could acknowledge.

Si Li never doubted Jiang Chen’s decisions, but this did not change her inherent disdain for Baili An.

In the depths of her consciousness, such a frail youth who constantly needed her protection couldn’t hold a candle to her fifteen brothers.

Now, it seemed her impression of him as utterly useless had slightly improved.

“That’s one small nuisance dealt with.

Below the Second Realm of Ghost Mountain, there is a flying prohibition.

Since you have tamed Pici, you might as well borrow its power to enter the world behind the Bronze Gate,” Si Li said, collecting her emotions and looking down.

Baili An hummed in response, raising his fingertip to rub the throbbing center of his brows.

The demonic power of Pici was extremely strong.

If not for the residual Sword Intent in the wound on his palm, he might not have been able to transform into feathers in one strike and capture it.

In terms of strength and cultivation, Pici Bird far surpassed him, its Divine Sense so powerful that it was untouchable.

The Divine Sense of Pici Bird within his spirit platform could occupy his entire mental world.

It was like having eaten to 120% fullness, causing him a faint pain, requiring a gradual digestion of this Divine Sense before he could use the power of the Mohe again.

As he was meditating with his eyes closed and rubbing his brow, Baili An’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

In an instant, a clear command issued in his spirit platform.

The peaceful, colossal bird lying on the ground had its pupils once again flare up with fierce Demon Fire.

Letting out a long cry, the bird’s gigantic wings lifted from the ground, each head grabbing Baili An, Si Li, and the female demon assassin without hesitation and plunging into the world behind the Bronze Gate.

Almost at the moment they vanished into the darkness, Pici Bird let out a pained cry, a long and fearsome wound bursting open on its right wing, spewing out a copious amount of blood, like a rain of fresh red lightly tapping down.

The Female Demon Lord narrowed her eyes.

Her gaze pierced through layers of darkness, seeing the edge of the half-visible Bronze Gate, where a tall male figure had appeared out of nowhere.

He held a large, dark blue demonic blade in his right hand, with a bright red eyeball, evilly spinning wildly, embedded in the hilt.

The man’s own eyes, however, were more sinister, cold, eerie, and even cruel than the eyes on the blade in his hand.

The wind was painfully harsh against her eyes in the darkness, but Hong Zhuang defiantly kept her bloodshot eyes wide open, staring intently at the man’s left arm.

His arm could no longer describe an arm; instead of a human hand and fingers, emerging from the wide sleeve cuff was a cluster of fresh red, delicate pistils tightly entwining and dragging a woman along.

A woman dressed in a deep purple Sect Robe.

Her head drooped weakly, her eyes closed in a quiet repose.

It was unclear whether she was breathless or had fallen into a deep, weakened slumber that made her appear lifeless.

Pale as snow, her cheeks were mottled with splotches of blood, a tragically beautiful sight.

The soft pistils of red spider lily had already pierced through her back to her chest, and her clothes were stained red almost entirely.

Perhaps the blood was too vivid and flashy, causing the vibrant Treasure Bead on her left ear to appear dim and withered.

Hong Zhuang clenched the Silver Scorpion Blade tightly in her hand, disregarding the sharp tip piercing through her palm, blood seeping through her fingers.

There was nothing she could do but stare at him desperately, watching her.

Si Li’s voice was incredibly deep, “It’s Xing Wu from the Demon Prison.”

Yet now, your ever loyal subordinate has borrowed ‘Wanye’ and dared to travel thousands of miles to kill you.”

There was no sign of defeat or resentment from betrayal on the Female Demon Lord’s face.

Instead, she revealed a meaningful smile and deep eyes, “Indeed, even an outsider like you finds it strange.

I find it even more strange why he would spare nothing to kill me.”

Her voice was still clear amidst the chaotic winds, chillingly so, “Really…

For some reason, Baili An felt a mysterious chill in his bones.

At this moment, he even thought that this bodiless Demon Lord might now be more terrifying than Xing Wu of the Demon Prison.

In the Second Realm, flight was prohibited, and Xing Wu of the Demon Prison could not break this rule either.

He looked down at the crookedly flying Pici, and with a flourish of his sleeve, he threw Ning Feiyan into the Bronze Gate.

Then he leapt down, cruelly stepping on her back, using Ning Feiyan as a cushion against the pitch-black Astral Wind.

Adjusting his position and stance in midair, he bent his knees deeply, then straightened forcefully, shooting towards the direction of Pici Bird like an arrow released from a bowstring.

And Ning Feiyan’s body was instantly devoured by the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

Hong Zhuang gritted her teeth until they chattered, flinging the Silver Blade from her hand, turning it into a silver projectile shooting straight for Xing Wu’s brow.

Xing Wu curled his lips into a cruel smile and spat out a pitch-black Gu Insect, which flew rapidly, biting the thread of the silver blade and with a snap, the Silver Scorpion Blade shattered into fine dust.

His cruel smile shrouded in surging killing intent, he leaped onto the back of Pici Bird, the ‘Wanye’ blade, worth more than the seven states and seventy-three cities of the Demon Earth, drew up countless terrifying currents of Spiritual Flow.

He deeply plunged it into the body of Pici Bird.

Yet Pici Bird let out an unprecedented cry of terror, its piercing screams shredding the Nine Heavens.

It could no longer endure and all three heads released their hold.

Baili An and the others began to fall into the Abyss.

The roaring winds whistled by his ears, the shrill sound pouring into them was unbearable.

Xing Wu, like a mad dog that wouldn’t let go, was terrifyingly persistent in his killing intent.

He withdrew his blade and, with a mad and cruel gaze, dove down and slashed at his intended target – the head at his waist.

Baili An had personally witnessed the power of that blade.

Even Pici Bird could be easily harmed by it, and if it were to strike true, he was afraid he would be sliced in half at the waist.

The Female Demon Lord’s dark and profound gaze slightly condensed.

Seeing this, she was not desperately frightened but showed a trace of puzzlement and doubt.

Baili An would not sit and wait for death, his pupils rapidly changing from pitch black to blood red.

The Talent of Devouring flared greatly.

Accompanied by a chilling aura of death, a bright red spider lily bloomed at his abdomen.

He knew that relying on Talent alone he could not stop this terrifying blade.

He held a flute in his left hand and a sword in his right, crossing them to block.

But that’s when the unexpected happened.

A dark figure suddenly shifted and positioned itself before Baili An, the silver glow of a sword brilliant in the dark world.

The dignified Sword Intent was compelling.

Within that splendid sword light, Baili An thought he saw countless silver butterflies fluttering in the desolate night like stars that had been extinguished and lit again.

Xing Wu’s entire body surged with dark purple Magic Power, and the ‘Wanye’ blade’s influence was enough to affect a vast space.

The wildly spinning eyeball suddenly froze still, like the gaze of death, and as the blade gleamed with a cutting edge that could tear everything apart, the person blocking between them received a deep, flesh-cutting red wound on the shoulder.

With a zinging noise, the cloak’s hood that hid the face was sliced open by the blade’s wind, and long, dark, beautiful hair danced wildly.