665: Senior Sister Han!?

Yao Delong and Liu Ruyan exchanged a glance, simultaneously transforming into two streaks of light as they sped toward the source of the densest and oldest Demonic Qi deep within the mountain range!

The two possessed profound cultivation and extreme speed. Their movement techniques were elegant and agile, weaving through the dense forest canopy like ghosts.

After venturing hundreds of miles into the mountain range, the environment grew increasingly treacherous. Towering ancient trees were gnarled and intertwined, with vines hanging down like giant pythons.

Thick layers of rotting leaves piled on the ground, emitting a pungent odor. The Demonic Qi permeating the air had almost condensed into a physical form, carrying a suffocating sense of pressure.

"Roar!!!"

"Clang! Clang! Boom—!"

Amidst this deathly silent and oppressive atmosphere, a burst of extremely intense fighting and collision sounds, mixed with the roars of Yao Beasts, suddenly erupted from the direction of a valley not far ahead!

The aftershocks of the energy collisions even caused the giant trees beneath their feet to tremble slightly!

Yao Delong's eyes narrowed. His incomparably powerful Divine Thought, like an invisible radar, instantly swept across dozens of miles, precisely locking onto the core of the battlefield!

He saw a small valley shrouded in Demonic Qi, where a bright silver figure was being besieged by several violent figures, her situation perilously critical!

The leader was impressively a Shape-shifting Great Demon, eight feet tall and as lithe as a leopard!

His skin displayed strange dark-gold leopard spots, and his eyes were cold vertical pupils, flashing with a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

A leopard tail with a metallic sheen flickered nimbly behind him, radiating the terrifying Demonic Qi of the Mid-stage Soul Transformation! This was a Rank 9 Demon Marshal!

Around him, three Rank 8 Yao Generals (Nascent Soul Peak) of various forms were launching a frenzied assault!

One was a "Rock-Armored Earth Dragon," shaped like a giant lizard and covered in heavy rock carapaces;

Another was a "Soul-Devouring Demon Bat," with four transparent membrane wings on its back, speed like lightning, and mouthparts like needles;

And the last was a "Netherfire Bone Bird," its entire body burning with ghostly blue flames!

And the one under siege was precisely that bright silver figure!

She had a waterfall of silver-white hair that danced wildly in the heat of battle.

Her face, exquisite yet pale and stubborn, was revealed. Her emerald-green eyes, like the purest jade, were filled with shock, anger, and unyielding defiance.

A form-fitting bright silver battle armor outlined her tall and powerful, perfect curves.

The armor was damaged in several places, revealing her snow-white skin and bleeding wounds beneath.

In her hands, she tightly gripped a golden spear of ancient design that radiated a sharp chill. Its momentum was heavy and fierce, each strike accompanied by a sharp whistle that seemed to tear through space!

"Senior Sister Han Yun?!" Yao Delong instantly recognized this Inner Sect Elder, renowned within the Sect for her heroic spirit and fierce combat style!

Shouldn't she be on duty at the Sect? Why was she here deep within the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, and how had she provoked such powerful enemies?

"Senior Sister, I'm going over first! The one trapped is our Sect's Elder Han Yun!" Yao Delong said rapidly to Liu Ruyan beside him.

Liu Ruyan also recognized Han Yun, her expression grave. "Junior Brother, be careful! I'll immediately message Elder Zhao and the others to regroup!" She quickly took out a communication jade talisman.

"Mhm!" Yao Delong said no more, casually waving his arm toward the Void Realm ahead!

"Ripp—!"

A pitch-black, deep spatial rift with tearing power at its edges instantly expanded like a demon's eye!

Yao Delong stepped inside, his figure instantly vanishing into the rift as if he had never been there!

Dozens of miles away, the battle-torn valley.

"Jie jie jie! Human girl, this Marshal advises you to surrender obediently!"

The leopard-patterned Demon Marshal licked his lips, his vertical pupils full of greed and mockery.

"To be favored by our Great King, the a mythical beast, and taken as a plaything is your immense fortune!

If you continue to resist, don't blame this Marshal for being ruthless. I'll first cripple your cultivation and then drag you back like a tattered sack!"

Demonic Qi surged around him, forming an invisible pressure that constantly battered Han Yun's flickering Protective Aura.

Han Yun gritted her teeth, her emerald eyes burning with the fire of humiliation. Her spear moved like a dragon,

parrying the Soul-Devouring Demon Bat's sneak attack and the Netherfire Bone Bird's ghostly flames as she shouted sternly:

"I am Han Yun, an Inner Sect Elder of the Yin Yang Sect! You vile beasts dare to insult me so? Are you not afraid that my Yin Yang Sect will flatten your Demon Transformation Mountain Range?!"

"Yin Yang Sect? Hahahaha!" The leopard-patterned Demon Marshal laughed wildly, as if he had heard the world's greatest joke.

"This place is tens of thousands of miles away from your Yin Yang Sect's Mountain Gate! By the time your Sect receives the news, you'll have been enjoyed by the Great King until not even your bone fragments remain!

He who understands the times is a wise man. Follow us obediently! Otherwise... hmph!"

Before his voice had even faded, the demonic power on his claws surged. One claw tore through the air with a sharp sonic boom, aiming straight for Han Yun's right arm, which held the spear!

This claw was sinister and ruthless, clearly intending to sever her arm first!

Han Yun's heart sank as despair washed over her.

Although she had reached the Early Stage Spirit Transformation, she was already at her limit facing the siege of a Mid-stage Soul Transformation Demon Marshal and three Nascent Soul Peak Yao Generals.

The spiritual energy in her body was exhausted, her Meridians were damaged in many places, and the defensive runes on her armor had grown dim.

Especially that Demon Marshal; his speed was incredibly fast and his strength was overwhelming, leaving her struggling to keep up.

"Even if I die, I will never go to that filthy Demon Domain with you!" A flash of determination crossed Han Yun's eyes!

She abruptly withdrew her spear, her hands rapidly forming seals in a profound and self-destructive manner!

The incomparably sharp metal-element spiritual energy around her body burned and boiled frantically! It even faintly emitted streaks of bloody light!

This was the taboo secret technique from her cultivation of the "Geng-Metal Evil-Breaking Art": Gold Evil Blood Burning!

At the cost of burning her life essence blood and Divine Soul, she would gain a brief burst of destructive power! The price was the total destruction of her Foundation, and she might even perish on the spot!

"Buzz!" The bone-chilling Cold-Gold Evil-Breaking Spear hummed in her hand, its tip lighting up with an extremely blinding golden glow as the aura of destruction rapidly condensed!

"Trying to fight to the death? Too late!" The leopard-patterned Demon Marshal's face contorted as he saw through Han Yun's intention; he couldn't let her unleash it!

His figure lunged forward, his Mid-stage Soul Transformation demonic power exploding without reservation!

He seemed to transform into a streak of dark-gold lightning tearing through the sky. A terrifying power capable of piercing through mountains condensed on his claws as he lunged straight for Han Yun's heart!

He was so fast that Han Yun, who was still forming seals, had no time to react!

The aura of death instantly enveloped her!

A final trace of resentment and sorrow flashed in Han Yun's eyes, her emerald pupils reflecting the approaching claw of death!

However, just as that claw, filled with destructive demonic power, was about to touch the shattered armor on Han Yun's chest,

and even as a few silver strands on her forehead were severed by the fierce wind of the claw in that critical moment!

Time seemed to freeze!

The lightning-fast movements of the Demon Marshal suddenly became as slow as a snail's crawl!

The cruel sneer on his face, the frozen despair in Han Yun's eyes, the ferocious postures of the three Yao Generals as they lunged... everything fell into absolute stagnation under an indescribable, terrifying pressure!

Buzz—!

Less than three feet above Han Yun's head, a pitch-black spatial rift silently opened in the Void Realm!

A man wearing a Mysterious Black Starry Daoist Robe, with a posture as upright as a pine and an incomparably handsome face, stepped out from it like a Heavenly God descending to earth!