80: Chapter 80 Demon Suppression Tower, Easily Suppressed

Outside Medicine King Valley, above the Void Realm.

Jiang Changge lifted his gaze, looking at the gray-white figure in the sky.

He did not answer the Devil Head, but silently asked the System in his heart.

"System, can this Devil Head be subdued?"

[Ding, the host holds the Supreme Magical Artifact fly whisk, which can easily subdue this Devil Head.]

[Although this Devil Head is strong, it has not yet transcended the mortal realm; the fly whisk whisk is sufficient to suppress it.]

Jiang Changge heard the System's words, his lips curling slightly upward.

He had almost forgotten about this thing.

Ever since he obtained that whisk from a sign-in, he had left it in his Dantian to nourish it, never having taken it out to use.

Today was a good time to test its power.

[Ding, the host can use it in conjunction with the Magic Treasure, the Demon Suppressing Tower.]

Jiang Changge was slightly stunned. The Demon Suppressing Tower?

He hurriedly probed his Divine Sense into the System warehouse, rummaging through piles of treasures for a long time, until he finally found the Demon Suppressing Tower in a corner.

The Demon Suppressing Tower was pitch black, about nine inches tall, and divided into nine levels. The tower body was covered with Seal runes, emitting an ancient and heavy aura.

He had almost forgotten about this item; it was a reward he had obtained from a sign-in one day.

"The Demon Suppressing Tower is specifically used to suppress demons; it can indeed be used to Seal this Devil Head."

Jiang Changge murmured.

He looked up at the gray-white figure standing in the sky with his hands behind his back.

The Devil Head was also looking at him, his blood-red eyes filled with a bit of scrutiny and a bit of wariness.

"This seat is asking you a question."

The Devil Head's voice sank, carrying a bit of impatience.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Changge did not answer.

He walked through the air, step by step, towards the Devil Head.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu clutched his chest, watching Jiang Changge's figure, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was finally able to see Senior take action again.

Yun Yin, Yang Danzi, Yao Li... everyone was watching that figure in white.

They didn't know what he was going to do, but for some reason, an inexplicable sense of anticipation arose in their hearts.

The Devil Head's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He could feel that this young man in white was very ordinary, yet that dangerous feeling that made his heart palpitate was becoming stronger and stronger.

"Playing tricks."

The Devil Head snorted coldly, raised his hand, and waved. A strand of pitch-black Devilish Qi rolled out like a ribbon, sweeping towards Jiang Changge.

Wherever the Devilish Qi passed, even the Void Realm was corroded with a sizzling sound.

Jiang Changge didn't even stop his steps.

He waved his hand casually.

A gentle white light flew out from his sleeve, like a breeze, lightly brushing past the pitch-black Devilish Qi.

The instant the white light brushed past, the Devilish Qi dissipated silently.

The Devil Head's pupils contracted violently. Although that attack hadn't used his full strength, it had fifty percent of his power, enough to severely injure an ordinary Peak of Tribulation Transcendence.

Yet, that young man in white had resolved it with just a casual wave.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Devil Head's voice was no longer steady, carrying a tremor he himself hadn't noticed.

Jiang Changge finally stopped, standing ten zhang in front of the Devil Head.

He lifted his gaze, looking at the gray-white figure.

"Surrender."

Jiang Changge spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

The Devil Head was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Surrender?"

He laughed until he was bent double, as if he had heard some huge joke.

"Just by you?"

His laughter stopped abruptly, his blood-red eyes staring fixedly at Jiang Changge, filled with chilling killing intent.

"This seat dominated the ancient era; what kind of thing are you?"

Before the words had faded, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Jiang Changge, a gray-white palm wrapped in earth-shattering Devilish Qi, slamming down fiercely towards Jiang Changge's crown.

He had used his full strength for this palm strike.

Jiang Changge merely raised his right hand, and a whisk appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The whisk's handle was about a foot long, deep black all over, and as warm and smooth as jade.

At the top of the handle, a tuft of silver-white tail hung down like a waterfall, each strand as fine as hair, emitting a faint fluorescent glow.

Supreme Magical Artifact—fly whisk.

Jiang Changge held the whisk and swept it casually.

The silver-white tail traced an elegant arc in the air, lightly brushing past the Devil Head's body.

The Devil Head's body suddenly stiffened.

That earth-shattering Devilish Qi, the instant the whisk swept past, seemed to have been frozen, motionless.

For the first time, fear appeared on the Devil Head's face.

He felt that his body, Soul, and even the Devilish Qi within him had been suppressed by an irresistible force.

That force was as vast as the might of heaven, not something he could contend with.

"This... what is this?"

His voice was trembling, his blood-red eyes filled with disbelief.

Jiang Changge did not answer.

He withdrew the whisk, flipped his left hand, and a small, pitch-black tower appeared in his palm.

Jiang Changge gently tossed the Demon Suppressing Tower up.

The Demon Suppressing Tower hovered in mid-air, its body suddenly lighting up, and a pitch-black light shot out from the bottom of the tower, enveloping the Devil Head.

The Devil Head's pupils contracted violently, instinctively wanting to struggle, but he found his body firmly locked by that force, unable to move at all.

"No—!"

He let out an unwilling roar, his voice full of anger and despair.

But no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the shackles of that force.

His body began to shrink, slowly pulled towards the Demon Suppressing Tower by the pitch-black light.

One inch, two inches, three feet, one zhang...

The Devil Head's voice grew fainter and fainter, and his figure grew more and more indistinct.

Finally, his figure completely disappeared into the gate of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

The Demon Suppressing Tower trembled slightly, the Seal runes on the tower body lighting up in unison, circulating around the tower several times before slowly calming down.

Jiang Changge raised his hand, and the Demon Suppressing Tower fell from mid-air, landing steadily in his palm.

Outside Medicine King Valley, there was dead silence.

Dan Qingzi lay on the ground, watching the small, pitch-black tower in the white-clad figure's hand, his lips trembling slightly, yet he couldn't say a word.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu clutched his chest, watching the white-clad figure, his eyes filled with shock.

That ancient Devil Head, who had left several Peak of Tribulation Transcendence helpless, hadn't even lasted one move before Senior.

Daoist Ziyang struggled to stand up, watching the white-clad figure, his eyes full of complex emotions.

He was the Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley, a Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, an Intermediate Heaven Rank Alchemist, who had lived for tens of thousands of years; what great storms and waves had he not seen?

But at this moment, for the first time, he felt his own insignificance.

Jiang Changge put the Demon Suppressing Tower into his sleeve, turned around, and his gaze swept over everyone present.

His expression remained calm, as if suppressing that ancient Devil Head just now was nothing more than a trivial matter done with a casual wave of his hand.

"This ancient Devil Head has been resolved," he said, his voice flat.

"Everyone, there is no need to panic."