Chapter 720: Chapter 720

They just had to hold out until dawn; once order was restored with the daylight, it certainly would be much safer than the night.

But tonight, the Demonic Qi was exceptionally dense, so much so that even a high-ranking Demon like the Human-faced Ape was out hunting.

Tonight, ninety percent of the humans trapped by the Demon Clan perished in that Demon’s hunt.

There were very few who were still alive and able to flee.

Having only spent three nights here, Jiang Shaoyu felt as if he had been through a great dream.

In the past, inside the palace gates, his teachers taught them to live without losing righteousness when poor, to not stray from the path when prosperous, to be united, to live without servility, and to die without bending to wrongdoing. All these teachings shattered into uncollectable fragments in the face of life and death.

Fellow sect members abandoned their virtues and morality to survive. Those who should have united against the Demon Clan in the Demon World betrayed one another for one more day of miserable survival in this valley.

Human nature was no more than this.

Looking at the different sect cultivator coming towards him, carrying him on his back, whom he had known for merely three days and yet was willing to risk his life to save him.

The buried boldness and impulsiveness in his bones seemed ignited by fire, "A gentleman should rather endure hardships than submit to evil!".

Fearing that for his own selfish reasons he might tie this man to a shared fate of death, Jiang Shaoyu would be ashamed for a lifetime.

Rather than being a burden to others, he would rather help someone at the last moment in a respectable and graceful manner.

With effort, Jiang Shaoyu lifted the sword in his hand, his gaze fiercely determined as he looked behind.

The darkness rolled in like night, filled with powerful demonic power.

Without the sight of trees collapsing or rocks rolling down, all that was visible were a pair of magma-like eyes flickering incessantly in the dark.

Locking eyes with them, he couldn’t help but gasp, a visceral fear merging into his bones, causing his hair to stand on end!

In front of death, he was nothing more than a fearful mortal; his grande farewell speech froze alongside the cold air he breathed into his lungs.

The delicate chewing sounds rising from the depths of the jungle nearly shattered his sanity.

For a moment, he lost all sense of why he was in the Demon World.

To die unachieved in such a forsaken place, even if his teachers avenged him in the future, they wouldn’t find any trace of his body in the Demon Beast’s excrement.

Thinking so dishonorably, tears finally overflowed from his eyes.

In the end, he could only suppress his voice, his hands trembling meekly, as he clutched desperately at the sleeves of his savior’s splendid robe, his words embarrassingly helpless, "I... I don’t want to die... Young Master Meng, don’t leave me here alone."

Under the bloody night, the young cultivator carrying him glanced back with rapid, labored breathing.

His Jade Crown was nowhere to be seen, his hair tangled and disheveled.

His handsome face was smeared with blood and mud, a hint of terror and fear beneath his dark eyes as if it took immense willpower to calm himself down.

While racing through the jungle, his nerves were tightly wound, leaving no spare effort to comfort the one behind him.

Yet, he never abandoned him.

As the dense jungle gradually thinned, illuminated by a faint moonlight from the sky, he soon recognized the huge outline of the canyon.

However, before hope could rise, the long howl of the Human-faced Ape echoed again from behind.

A terrifying reverse gale swept in, seemingly forming a massive vortex behind them, drawing all the wind between heaven and earth into it.

The towering trees around them were uprooted in the fierce gale, stones flying wildly, making it difficult for the Meng surname cultivator to take even a step forward.

Before he could stabilize his stance by plunging his longsword into the ground, a giant rock rolled from the front as if manipulated by a giant hand, striking him heavily in the chest.

He could no longer stand steady, blood spouting from his mouth, his face as pale as gold paper. His feet left the ground instantaneously, and along with Jiang Shaoyu, they both flew backward.

In the dark and menacing gale, a sinister and eerie human face slowly emerged, raising an arm, reaching out to grab them.

Clearly, he had chosen them as his meal for the night.

Just as they trembled in extreme despair, a black and gold longsword fell from the sky, stabilizing the raging winds and flying stones.

The thick palm of the Human-faced Ape was completely pierced; the sword movement, seemingly straightforward and falling straight down, carried the weight of ten thousand jun.

Alongside a horrific scream, the Human-faced Ape’s body suddenly softened, its knees hitting the ground heavily, and the stones and logs converging towards it were swept away by the air waves centered around the sword.

The Mendignly flying cultivator regained control over his body.

After performing several lateral somersaults in mid-air, he stabilized his form.

Suppressing the wildly beating heart beneath his chest, he felt compelled to look in the direction of the Human-faced Ape’s screams.

An ancient longsword pierced through the palm of the Human-faced Ape, solidly nailed to the ground.

The settling breeze fluctuated under the night, and amidst the scattered and broken rocks on the ground, there stood a sword.

A young man, his robe fluttering with the wind, stood upon the hilt.

Above his head was a crescent moon breaking through the clouds, and behind him was a small mountain carried by the Human-faced Ape; the faint moonlight seemed to clothe him in a layer of pale moonlight.

The young man looked at the two injured men nearby, his gaze calm and undisturbed, without a ripple, "It’s been a long time, Young Master Meng."

Meng Zifei’s eyes widened slowly, "Si... Si Chen?"

Just then, under Baili An, the Human-faced Ape roared crazily, its massive body struggling and shaking the ground.

The remaining long arm swung heavily towards Baili An, kicking up countless heavy stones and fierce winds, attempting to flip the man on the sword to the ground.

Baili An averted his eyes, his figure gracefully turning, his body sidestepping the coming fist like a bird crossing clouds.

The raising of his palm seemed effortlessly extended, wrapping around the fist for a round, the seemingly ordinary movement unexpectedly dissipated much of the force from the Human-faced Ape’s punch.

He casually slapped the space three inches below the elbow of the fist, and immediately a crackling sound of air exploding like popping beans emanated from the robust and sturdy arm of the Human-faced Ape.

A burst of blood mist spurted from its pores, its fist abruptly loosened, and the entire arm collapsed to the ground as if disarticulated.

This scene utterly bewildered the two onlookers.

The sudden and extraordinary guest completely enraged the Human-faced Ape.

Its six arms on its back rose as if supporting heaven and earth, the small mountain it carried seemed to revive, constantly dropping stones.

Even the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain lodged firmly in its palm showed signs of loosening.

The Human-faced Ape had spent its entire life mastering the art of moving mountains; its six arms possessed nearly infinite strength, seeming to have a heavy mountain innate to its back, thundering down towards Baili An.

The vast shadow, with a ferocity covering the skies, obscured the skies of the crescent moon.

Meng Zifei’s heart trembled with fear, and he urgently called out, "Si Chen, retreat quickly!"

Baili An seemed deaf, his expression unchanging, his robe fluttering with the wind, he leaped to the top of the Human-faced Demon Monkey’s head, his fist meeting the dark mountain.

The strength of this Human-faced Demon Monkey was formidable, and its power was also extremely considerable, yet compared to Shu Ci, who had once fought a desperate battle in the Little World of Green Leaves, it was indeed of no weight at all.

The mountainous strength boasted by the Human-faced Ape fell on that seemingly frail fist, yet did not cause any terrifying momentum or noise.

Wave upon wave of punching power enveloped the mountain, rising continuously, the impact between the weight and the punching force causing Baili An to sink heavily.

However, his standing posture did not change; his waist remained straight, not even bending his knees by half an inch.

The reason he was sinking was that the Human-faced Demon Monkey’s head below him could not bear the weight; amidst its angry roars, a vast amount of scarlet demonic blood gushed from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Its head heavily smashed into the ground, splattering a mix of red and white viscera around, and thus it died.

Baili An looked slightly surprised at the small mountain supported by his fist above his head.

That punch had not broken through the mountain at all; instead, the contact from the fist subtly transmitting an uncomfortable, sinister energy.

Without a change in his expression, he furrowed his brows slightly, turned his fist to a palm and thrust the mountain away.

Trees fell, dust billowed, and the nameless mountain, released from the Human-faced Ape’s burden, heavily descended onto the ground, like an ancient dead mountain.