501: Easily penetrated the interior

"Oh? Isn't this Brother Xuesha? Back so soon after devouring everything?"

"How did that old turtle, that fat sheep from the Moyang Sect, taste?"

"Did those two bastards, Guiku and Manshan, get there first and only leave you some bone scraps to chew on? Hahaha!"

The Devil Head's tone was frivolous and casual, as if he were very familiar with this 'Xuesha'.

"Xuesha" (Yao Delong) let out a low, displeased growl from his throat, like an injured beast, perfectly replicating the original's violent, sensitive, and suspicious temperament, his voice dry and sinister:

"Hmph! Why bring up those two bastards! That old ghost Meng Ya is tough as nails!"

"This seat wasted half a day of Demonic Essence, and all the benefits were swallowed by that big idiot Manshan and that old sinister Guiku!"

"I only managed to snag a few tender Nascent Soul brats to snack on; I couldn't get any excitement out of it at all!"

He licked his dry, cracked lips with a scarlet tongue, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he looked directly past the old Devil Head, greedily casting his gaze toward the golden barrier deep in the rift, which was struggling to hold out against the onslaught of Devilish Qi:

"I didn't get any oil or water outside, and I'm full of pent-up anger!"

"Isn't that why I remembered this group of prime blood-food in the valley?!"

His naked, unmasked greed was like he was evaluating a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping block.

"It's just right to come back and add some fuel to the fire! Once this turtle shell is crushed, won't the 'goods' inside be even fresher and warmer?!"

He deliberately enunciated the words "Even Fresher and Warmer" with great emphasis, blood-red light flashing in his eyes, which, combined with his scarred, tattooed face, looked incomparably sinister.

"Haha! Those words are right up my alley!"

The Savage Demon laughed heartily upon hearing this, a look of cruel approval appearing on his rugged face,

"These Righteous Path Disciples, especially those little ladies, are tender, full of essence blood and Yang Qi; refining them into Soul Origin Pills is a great tonic!"

"I've been craving that little lady in red for a long time!"

He pointed at Liu Rumei, who was struggling to support the formation eye below, his eyes exploding with lecherous and ferocious light.

"Brother Xuesha, you've returned at the perfect time! Let's add more fuel to this 'Nine Underworlds God-Locking Forbidden Domain'!"

"Let's break this coffin early! Save us from long delays! I heard that old immortal, Hundred Refinements Devil Venerable, is also on his way..."

He licked his lips like a hungry wolf seeing a delicious piece of meat, a group of lambs about to be devoured.

"Hundred Refinements Devil Venerable is coming too?" "Xuesha" (Yao Delong) felt his heart sink!

Yet, his face perfectly displayed a hint of surprise and dread,

"Why is that old ghost... oh well! If he comes, I'm afraid there won't be much good meat left for me in this pot of porridge! Must speed it up!"

The Savage Demon saw him so "anxious" and grinned widely with satisfaction, pointing his fan-like hand toward the dark golden Nine-Yang Golden Bell formation barrier covering the group at the bottom of the valley, where the Formation Plate was constantly cracking with fine fissures under the impact of the Devilish Qi:

"See that largest 'Obsidian Anti-Devil Stone' over there?"

"That is one of the mother stones for the formation eye that temporarily adds Demonic Materials to this ghostly forbidden domain!"

"Follow me! Let's cast a spell together and inject our Demonic Essence into its core formation patterns!"

"That forbidden domain will be able to accelerate the destruction of these ants' vitality!"

"Hehe, I reckon it won't even take two days before this damn shell completely collapses!"

After speaking, the Savage Demon's massive demonic body, nearly a zhang tall, surged toward the cliff crack, carrying a foul wind, his giant claws stepping onto the solidified pitch-black crusty rock below, emitting a dull thud, stirring up ripples of viscous devilish miasma.

'Xuesha', transformed by Yao Delong, followed closely behind, his scarlet demonic shadow skimming down the grotesque, twisted cliff face, leaving a long trail of thick, tangible blood-colored Evil Qi.

The desperate energy fluctuations, shrill screams of vengeful spirits, and the groans of the overburdened protective formation coming from the depths of the rift below were like boiling oil dripping into the heart.

The direction—it was exactly the core formation eye embedded in the cliff crack, looking like the giant eye of a beast, the huge Anti-Devil Stone!

Getting closer! The 'Obsidian Anti-Devil Stone', which could be called the cornerstone of the rift's Devil Eye, was fully revealed before their eyes.

It was not a natural boulder, but rather a grotesque creation forcibly chiseled and embedded deep into the mountain, solidifying billions of years of netherworldly demonic resentment!

Its rough, twisted edges were like the desperate roars of billions of solidified vengeful spirits, and the surface of the stone was branded with countless purple-black demonic patterns that were visible to the naked eye, squirming and crawling like living creatures!

The source of these demonic patterns all converged at a fist-sized, jet-black vortex in the center of the stone that was constantly pulsing slightly.

A heart-palpitating power of decay and imprisonment seeped out from it continuously; this was one of the core powers of the "Nine Underworlds God-Locking Forbidden Domain"!

At this moment, two Early Stage Spirit Transformation Devil Heads, wearing pale green dharma robes and having withered figures, were hovering beside the vortex.

Both had heads full of gray, messy hair like withered bones, their faces covered in thick wrinkles and twisted Talismanic Incantations, listlessly flicking out a dim green demonic light, injecting it slowly into the core vortex like thin spider silk.

The way they looked, it was less like they were casting spells to drive the formation, and more like they were just going through the motions!

"You bunch of trash! Are you looking for death by dawdling like this?!!"

The Savage Demon's thunderous roar shook the narrow space, causing rocks to crumble and fall!

His massive figure was like a vicious mountain that had suddenly descended, and his fan-like giant palm slapped out without mercy!

Pop! Pop! Two crisp, sharp explosions sounded just like whips striking dead flesh!

The two unsuspecting Early Stage Spirit Transformation Devil Heads screamed as they were slapped away like broken kites with severed strings!

One flew off at an angle and smashed heavily into the rugged, demonic-tooth-shaped protruding rock pillar behind! The rock shattered, and black blood sprayed wildly!

The other was even worse off; his body spun directly, caught by the demonic wind and thrown into the churning, filthy demonic miasma deep in the rift, his shrill, miserable wails falling all the way down!

In the Demonic Path, strength and Rank are the heavenly laws! Late Stage Soul Transformation completely crushes Early Stage Spirit Transformation!

"Damn it, I gave you face and you didn't want it! When we siege that turtle shell later! You two better charge at the very front for me!"

"Tear open a gap! If you can't... then wait to be torn apart by me and refined into Materials for my banners!"

The Savage Demon panted, the fierce light in his eyes like knives, scanning the withered old Devil Head who had just struggled to crawl up from the rubble, mouth overflowing with blood, face deathly pale.

Although a flash of resentment passed through the opponent's eyes, he dared not resist at all, could only clutch his half-collapsed cheek, and nodded desperately and incoherently:

"Sa... Savage Demon Venerable, please calm your anger! We are dull-witted... dull-witted! We will definitely break the formation with all our might!"

Where was there any dignity of a high-level Demonic cultivator left? In the naked jungle of the Demonic Path, power is the only iron law!

"Trash!" The Savage Demon spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, the spittle carrying the stench of sulfur, landing on the ground and instantly igniting a wisp of ghostly green poisonous fire.

Only then did he turn to the sinister-aura "Xuesha" beside him, the ferocity in his eyes slightly receding, even carrying a hint of "fellow traveler" goodwill:

"See that? These grandsons have light bones! They don't become useful without a beating! Brother Xuesha, let them see what real demonic methods are! Do it!"

Before the words even fell, the Savage Demon's bronze muscles tightened suddenly, knotted like dragons!

He shouted explosively, his pair of fan-like giant hands pressing forward fiercely!

Two strands of Demonic Essence, condensed to the extreme and like dark magma, roared out from his palms!

These two pillars of Demonic Essence were as thick as a child's arm, viscous and heavy, radiating a heavy will that crushed all things and a filthy demonic intent that tore at the spirit, fiercely pouring into the pulsing purple-black core vortex!