Originally, Chu Chaonan was about to reach for the talisman when he heard the latter part of the sentence, his hand froze midway.
This random teleportation scroll is really too much of a trap!
"It’s unnecessary."
Blood Demon Hand glanced at everyone slowly, "Tonight, I’ll stay alone. You all wait at the seventh floor. Little Nanzi, you have the barrier talisman left for you by Boss Muu. Staying on the seventh floor will be enough to protect the three of you."
"No, Uncle Xue, I can’t let you take the risk alone!"
Chu Chaonan hurriedly grabbed Blood Demon Hand, "Saving Uncle Ghost Doctor, how can I not be part of it?"
"You better not!"
Blood Demon Hand showed a hint of disdain, "With you here, you’d just be dragging me down!"
"Uh..."
Chu Chaonan’s face stiffened, it seems that’s quite logical.
"You all stay behind."
Blood Demon Hand’s gaze turned to Ling Feng, speaking solemnly, "Brother Ling, tell me about the appearance characteristics and collection method of the Purple Spirit Star Flower, I’ll go alone and it’s enough!"
"This..."
After pondering for a moment, Ling Feng still nodded, Blood Demon Hand was right, to him, they would all just be burdens.
Keeping them on the eighth layer would only drag him down.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng told Blood Demon Hand everything about the Purple Spirit Star Flower, looking intently at Blood Demon Hand, a bit more respect formed in his heart.
Good and evil, perhaps there’s never an absolute boundary.
"Alright, don’t be wishy-washy."
Blood Demon Hand pointed to the passageway, speaking solemnly, "You all hurry up and leave, go wait for me on the seventh floor!"
Soon, Ling Feng and the others returned to the seventh floor space.
As night fell, the entire Demon Cave became even darker.
Chu Chaonan quickly took out the barrier talisman left for him by the Muu God Monarch, golden light circulated, a series of profound engravings burst out from the talisman, forming a golden light barrier that covered a range of ten meters around.
This golden barrier is somewhat akin to the barrier covering the farmland outside of Evil Valley.
Ling Feng felt slightly at ease, with such a barrier guarding them, there’s basically no need to worry about safety issues.
However, the situation with Blood Demon Hand is truly worrying...
"Don’t worry, Uncle Xue is very strong!"
Chu Chaonan fiddled with a small branch while stoking the campfire, muttering to himself for comfort.
But in truth, he also had no confidence.
After all, at night, those Great Saint Level demons would generally be active, and in such a place rich with demon energy, Blood Demon Hand’s strength is suppressed, tilting the balance against him; it’s truly difficult.
Especially for a treasure like the Purple Spirit Star Flower - if it exists, there’ll surely be guarding demons.
Even for Blood Demon Hand, it might indeed be a huge challenge.
Time ticked by.
Everyone occasionally stared at the entrance to the eighth floor, hoping to see that tall figure appear before their eyes.
Unfortunately, a look filled with anticipation is met again and again with disappointment.
Time has already reached the latter half of the night, Blood Demon Hand still hasn’t returned, while the surrounding cries become increasingly eerie and terrifying.
There were even several terrifying demons whose eyes carried blood-colored demon flames trying to crash against their surrounding barrier.
Undoubtedly, this was a night that stirred the soul with fear.
...
Elsewhere.
"What a beast!"
Blood Demon Hand spat out a bloody saliva, half of his body almost dyed red with blood.
This blood was his own, as well as from those demons.
On his left side, there was a ferocious wound with white bones faintly visible, almost with intestines spilling out.
His complexion turned extremely pale, and his spirit was severely weakened due to blood loss.
In front of him was a wolf demon with three heads, eyes gleaming with eerie red light, its body covered in scars from sharp claws.
Scattered around were several demon corpses, evidently all Blood Demon Hand’s masterpiece.
And in the center of this man vs. demon clash, on purple soil, a flower the size of a palm bloomed with purple light flickering, stars twinkling.
It was the Purple Spirit Star Flower!
Blood Demon Hand covered his left side with one hand, his fierce gaze locked on the wolf demon.
"Beast, if you don’t want to end like the demons on the ground, then scram!"
Though Blood Demon Hand was at his limits, what worried him more was that the glow on the Purple Spirit Star Flower was dimming; if not picked soon, they’d have to wait for another night.
In his current state, he wouldn’t be able to undergo another fierce battle.
The three-headed wolf demon, eyes flickering with bloodthirsty light, increases in power and ferocity during nighttime.
Even the demise of its companions hasn’t instilled fear, only heightened its viciousness.
"Roar!"
With a roar, the three-headed wolf demon lunged toward the Purple Spirit Star Flower, attempting to use its medicinal power to recover its wounds.
"Dream on!"
Blood Demon Hand flew forward, colliding directly with the wolf demon using his flesh.
Bang!
Both man and demon were simultaneously knocked away, then bouncing like cannonballs, Blood Demon Hand in a frenzied state even fiercer than the demon.
With time running short, Blood Demon Hand burned his primordial essence blood, boosting his aura substantially, ripping one of the wolf demon’s heads off.
He then snatched up the Purple Spirit Star Flower with his left hand into a pre-prepared jade box, and with a swift move, didn’t entangle any longer with the wolf demon, dashing toward the entrance.
Finally, the eighth floor’s entrance drew nearer!
Nearer!
He finally burst through the eighth floor, arriving at the seventh floor’s space.
But awaiting him was not Ling Feng and his companions, but a voracious Saint Level demon!
Roar!
A roar shattered Blood Demon Hand’s excitement over acquiring the Purple Spirit Star Flower; he had to deal with this demon to return to safety.
But with excessive blood loss plus earlier limit-breaking exertion, he was nearly spent, unable to muster a hint of strength.
The overwhelming weakness surged through his mind, and his consciousness was faltering.
It had been decades since he faced such injuries.
Yet, at the moment of falling, just as the Saint Level demon was about to pounce and devour him, he suddenly saw a handsome young man, wielding a long sword, charged out.
The face seemed familiar...
Ling Feng!