"Heaven-Shattering Earth-Splitting Fist!"

His shout was so loud it caused a slight tremor in the nearby Wind Snow Tower. But it must be said, this punch that he had been building up for a long time was indeed astonishing in its force. Like an exploding shell, it completely pierced through the blood mist charging at him, creating a hole taller than a person, and the residual wind from the punch scattered the surrounding blood mist, making it impossible to pursue him further.

"Haha! This punch of mine embodies forty years of cultivation! Can you withstand it?"

Mr. Yang landed smoothly, pressing his chest with both hands to regulate his breath, and then proudly addressed the demon whose whereabouts were unknown.

But the one who replied was Wang Zhifan, who was up in the sky searching for the demon's trail. Wang Zhifan had just observed the scene where Mr. Yang's punch dispersed the blood mist that the demon had transformed into. However, he sensed that the demon was neither killed nor seriously injured, and the intensity of its aura had hardly changed. Now he saw countless thin blood threads condensing behind Mr. Yang, silently launching a siege on him, it seemed to have used the previously dispersed, very thin blood mist to reduce its presence and successfully get close!

"Mr. Yang, watch out!"

Noticing that this righteous companion was unaware of the danger due to his pride, Wang Zhifan immediately warned him loudly.

Mr. Yang's reaction was not too slow either; he finally realized the situation as the blood threads behind him were about to enwrap him and quickly rolled forward to try to evade them.

But unexpectedly, a mass of blood threads instantly condensed in front of his rolling path, taking the opportunity to entangle him tightly!

"This fellow is so insidious! Even I didn't notice this move!"

Upon witnessing this situation, Wang Zhifan realized he had underestimated the demon, who seemed to possess a special hiding technique, making it so he hadn't even noticed the formation of blood threads in front of Mr. Yang.

"Ah! Get off me!"

Mr. Yang then let out the roar of a trapped beast, standing up to exert all his strength to break free from the blood threads entwined around him, but the threads were like maggots clinging to his bones, cutting into his skin in the blink of an eye and burrowing into his flesh.

The next scene was even more terrifying. Mr. Yang's body, including his face, quickly shriveled, bending like a piece of dried human skin on the ground, and blood threads crawled out from his painfully opened mouth, merging into the evil demon's form.

"Hehehe! The blood and flesh of a martial artist who has cultivated for forty years... are just so delicious... much more suitable for me than those children!!!"

The demon laughed wildly, because of the immense thrill from devouring a master, its body scattered again and surged toward Wang Zhifan up in the sky in a great mass of blood.

At the same time, because of the demon's ecstatic sound, Sect Leader Xiong of the Wuji Sect, who had initially pursued the demon into the Wind Snow Tower, rushed out, reluctantly acknowledging that the demon had played him, opting not to slaughter the ordinary people inside the Wind Snow Tower but rather targeting the righteous experts outside.

"Mr. Yang... You demon! I will kill you!!!"

Seeing the mummified Mr. Yang of the Juyi Sect outside, Sect Leader Xiong's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets in rage. His eyes bloodshot, he stepped on the ground and shot up into the sky, intending to fight the demon to the death.

However, the demon had no intention of engaging him, its current target being to hunt down Wang Zhifan, who seemed hopeful for devouring. Wang Zhifan, on the other hand, maintained his original mindset; he wasn't in a hurry to kill this rare opponent, choosing to play a game of hide and seek with him, fully utilizing the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill he had just begun learning.

Thus, outside Wind Snow Tower, a somewhat speechless scene was unfolding.

The demon, turned into blood mist, frantically chased Wang Zhifan in the sky, attempting to engulf him, while Wang Zhifan ran wildly on air ahead of the blood mist, continuously escaping around the Wind Snow Tower, occasionally stepping on the Tower for a boost. Meanwhile, Sect Leader Xiong of the Wuji Sect desperately charged into the blood mist, but to no avail, as the demon was solely focused on the perpetually fleeing Wang Zhifan.

"This guy is faster than before! I'm about to get caught up!"

Within a few seconds, Wang Zhifan could feel the pursuing blood mist closing in behind him, and his rhythm of evasive running using the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill was forced into slight disorder. This indicated that his mastery of the skill was still at a very elementary level; under significant pressure, his cultivation technique performance would become distorted. Furthermore, he had to bear in mind that the current pressure wasn't truly life-threatening—he was merely using it for high-intensity training. Once faced with genuine life-and-death pressure, the problems he exposed would surely be more significant.

"Ah! Demon Venerable, save me..."

While the demon and Wang Zhifan were engrossed in their chase, the battle between the Wind Snow Tower's master and the Quicksand Sword Sect's leader on the eighth floor of the Tower was nearing conclusion. The Wind Snow Tower's master, whose power began to wane after using their explosive technique, quickly found themselves back in a perilous situation under Mr. Luu's oppression, and this time they seemed on the brink of being outright killed by him. Desperate, they summoned the last of their strength to call for help from the demon outside engaged in a game of cat and mouse.

"Noisy!"

The demon, already irritated from fruitlessly chasing Wang Zhifan, was even more ruffled after its intended feast continued to taunt it by persistently staying close, running circles around the Wind Snow Tower. Angered by its incessant attempts at escape, prompting it to momentarily forgo pursuing Wang Zhifan and swiftly redirect towards the eighth floor, where Mr. Hu and Mr. Luu were engaged.

In this endeavor, the demon shifted back to human form and cursed Mr. Hu, but indeed made a move to aid him, compelling Mr. Luu of the Quicksand Sword Sect to abandon the immediate opportunity to kill Mr. Hu and swiftly leap out of the eighth floor to evade the demon.

This was not due to Mr. Luu being cowardly, but because he understood his capabilities well. If even masters like the head of the Broken Zither Sect, the abbot of Dharma Zen Temple, and the Sect Leader of Wuji Sect couldn't handle the demon, it would certainly be futile for him to attempt. The only correct strategy was to flee immediately or wait to gather people for a collaborative assault on the demon.

"Demon Venerable... quickly..."

Originally on the verge of being crushed by the Quicksand Sword Intent, the Wind Snow Tower's master felt a considerable relief of pressure after Mr. Luu retreated, understanding that this relief came from the demon's deterrence. He wanted the demon to quickly pursue and kill Mr. Luu, as he believed Mr. Luu, having also expended much energy in their previous clash, stood little chance of escaping the demon's hunt.

"Ah!!! Demon Venerable... what are you doin…"

"Hehehe! This Venerable will avenge you!"

In a flash, the crowd saw that the demon, intending to aid the Wind Snow Tower's master, suddenly attacked its ally—it transformed its entire body into blood droplets converging onto Mr. Hu, commencing the consumption of his blood and flesh, undeniably fitting the behavior of someone from the demonic sects.

Of course, the Wind Snow Tower's master wasn't willing to die just yet. He unleashed all his Wind and Snow Intent in a desperate bid to escape, but having struggled against Mr. Luu, how could he possibly contend with this even stronger demon?

This spectacle left several righteous onlookers quite baffled. They were glad to see enemies turning on each other, but it appeared as though only the demon could come out victorious, prompting them to contemplate launching an attack.

"This is bad! The demon is getting stronger and stronger! We won't be able to truly kill it if we don't capture it!"

The sect leader of Wuji Sect felt anxious about the situation, as it had become increasingly clear that the bloodway demon could endlessly recover and endure as long as there was human blood to draw from; no one could engage it in a prolonged battle.

"No worries, leave it to me."

Seeing that the group seemed at a loss, Wang Zhifan resolved to bring an end to this farce; as his objective of gauging his lightweight skill proficiency had been met, there was no point in continuing the charade.

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