Seventh Floor of the Demon Cave.
The flickering firelight cast eerie shadows along the cave walls and outside the barrier formed by the barrier talisman of Chu Chaonan, several terrifying Demons stood guard.
"Damn it, usually there’s not this many Demons appearing together, what’s happening tonight?"
Chu Chaonan had stayed in the Demon Cave for a month. Although Demons would occasionally come to harass them, it was never this overwhelming as tonight.
Perhaps it was because the three of them gathered together, especially the immense Qi Blood Power from Ling Feng, which was immensely attractive to the Demons.
However, fortunately, although the Demons outside the barrier eyed them covetously, the presence of the Golden Barrier ensured that no matter how much the Demons charged, struck, or tore at it, the barrier remained unmoved, bringing the group some comfort.
"Damn it, it’s already past midnight, why hasn’t Uncle Xue returned yet!"
Chu Chaonan clenched his fists tighter, feeling a bit worried.
Even Ling Feng had a more solemn look in his eyes.
The flowering period of the Purple Spirit Star Flower was only a short 15 minutes. Assuming Blood Demon Hand succeeded in picking it, he should have returned by now unless he encountered some obstacles.
If even he couldn’t extract himself in a short time, then...
If that’s true, even for Blood Demon Hand, the prospects might seem dire.
Ling Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret, realizing that he had been too hasty. Upon discovering the Purple Spirit Star Flower, he couldn’t resist the urge to pick it immediately.
In fact, if they had returned to Evil Valley first and planned carefully, with so many strong people there, sending a few more experts would have ensured success.
Now, because of his impatience, Blood Demon Hand was in crisis.
And he was utterly powerless!
Just as Ling Feng drowned in regret, a shadow suddenly rushed out of the entrance to the Eighth Layer, moving with such speed it seemed as if it had been flung out.
In the next instant, relying on the faint firelight, Ling Feng finally saw clearly that the shadow was none other than Blood Demon Hand.
However, Blood Demon Hand was in a terrible state!
Covered in blood and with a gaping wound on his left side, so deep it exposed bone, the shocking injuries made one’s scalp tingle as if all the blood in his body had drained out.
Despite such grave injuries, Blood Demon Hand managed to keep moving, proving he was indeed a tough guy!
But that was not the worst of it.
Blood Demon Hand had exhausted all his strength after escaping from the Eighth Layer, and the Demons outside the Golden Barrier, having suddenly seen this "fat sheep" rush out, a severely injured "fat sheep" at that, immediately went berserk.
The rich scent of blood stirred up their bloodthirsty desires.
Roar!
A lion, its entire body ablaze with flame, leaped at Blood Demon Hand, knocking him to the ground, its bloodthirsty maw opening wide to devour the severely injured Blood Demon Hand entirely.
"Get off!"
At the critical moment of life and death for Blood Demon Hand, it was Ling Feng who voluntarily leapt out from the Golden Barrier.
Simultaneously, Chu Chaonan and Yeu Junyao also abandoned the protection of the barrier and charged out from it.
All the Demons became frenzied, surrounding them with numbers several times theirs. Even though they had all ascended to the Saint Level, under the siege of those ferocious Demons, the situation was extremely dire.
Buzz!
Ling Feng wielded his long sword, its sword edge burning with fierce flames, slicing at the Flame Lion. The brutal Dragon Elephant Divine Power forcefully knocked the Flame Lion away from Blood Demon Hand.
With a flicker, Ling Feng appeared beside Blood Demon Hand, propping him up and thrusting a few qi-blood recovery pills into his mouth. Checking Blood Demon Hand’s condition, his brows furrowed deeper.
Although Blood Demon Hand was temporarily out of mortal danger, his situation was worse than imagined...
At the very least, he couldn’t be relied on as their aid anymore.
And at this moment, they were facing ten ferocious Saint-grade Demons!
Though not yet at Great Saint Level, this was undoubtedly a disaster for Ling Feng and his companions.
"Roar! ―"
The Flame Lion roared, its furious gaze fixed unrelentingly on Ling Feng.
The meal in its mouth, just flown away like that?
No!
The Flame Lion scrutinized Ling Feng, and finding him not much of a threat, its massive beast claw dug fiercely into the ground, instantly transforming into a missile shot, pouncing ferociously at Ling Feng.
This damned human dared disrupt its meal, so it would first make an example of him, a warm-up appetizer.
As the Flame Lion was the first to reach the meal, it was undoubtedly the leader among this group of Demons.
Its power naturally far surpassed the other Demons.
Thus, even though Yeu Junyao and Chu Chaonan had to face at least four Demons each, their pressure wasn’t much less than Ling Feng’s.
In fact, the opponent Ling Feng faced was far more terrifying.
At precisely this moment, Ling Feng’s Dantian was sealed, preventing him from exerting his full strength.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, knowing he was no match for the Flame Lion, but defeating the Demon was not his immediate goal.
As long as he could bring Blood Demon Hand back into the barrier, with everyone back within its range, they’d be safe by daylight.
Bang!
As the Flame Lion pounced, the fierce flames already upon him, Ling Feng unleashed the domineering Swallowing Flame around his entire body, instantly dispersing them, while the Power of Hundred Dragons exploded completely.
Bam!
Ling Feng threw a punch, colliding heavily with the Flame Lion.
Under that punch, the Flame Lion staggered back ten steps, while Ling Feng’s right arm emitted a series of "crack" crisp sounds, the whole arm bone unmistakably fractured!
"Such immense strength!"
Ling Feng groaned, his internal qi and blood in tumult; in the clash of power, he had clearly lost.
Although his power had repelled the Flame Lion, it was obvious his costs were far more severe!
Was this the brute force of a Saint-grade Demon?
Ling Feng’s right arm hung impotently by his side, as it was already mostly wasted. Another collision might render his left arm useless too.
On Chu Chaonan’s side, he could only barely struggle with the Heavenly Destiny Six Phases’ constant transformation.
Yeu Junyao’s side was no better either.
They couldn’t possibly extricate themselves from their predicaments.
Ling Feng clenched his fist tightly, realizing they were in a dire situation, yet he couldn’t use his Shura Power. Otherwise, he might still have a fighting chance!
What to do?
What to do?
Cold sweat dripped from Ling Feng’s forehead, and opposite him, the Flame Lion’s form shimmered, seemingly recovering from the earlier shock.
Watching it prepare to launch a second offensive, Ling Feng’s heart sank to the depths...