Chapter 580: Gathering of the Demons

In the end, the Fairy of Crimson Clouds did not say anything more, but everything was prioritized with safety in mind.

In Lin Fan’s view, aside from the Cloud Sect, everyone else in this encounter was merely experience.

Such an opportunity was rare and would not come again.

Whoosh!

Lin Fan, together with the Fairy of Crimson Clouds, instantly flew forward.

The Fairy’s perception was very accurate and should not have been mistaken.

As they neared their destination, Lin Fan sensed ripples in the void.

Several mighty forces trembled the void, as a heavy pressure surged toward them.

Just as Lin Fan and the Fairy of Crimson Clouds halted, from the distant horizon, a colorful cloud suddenly rose.

Within this cloud, several mighty presences flowed. A giant figure clad in seven-colored armor stretched out massive hands, tearing through the clouds. His hands were like blades, smashing onto a turtle shell.

A mighty sound reverberated, piercing their eardrums as if they would burst.

“Be careful. This move requires the user’s essence blood to unleash. For someone to force an elder into such a state, they must be no ordinary person,” the Fairy of Crimson Clouds said with concern.

“Let’s go take a look first and see what’s going on.” For safety, Lin Fan and the Fairy did not fly overhead but instead traveled beneath the earth’s surface.

…

At the scene, chaos erupted. Several factions were locked in battle. Below them was an altar, upon which lay a coffin.

These four factions were all fighting for the coffin.

One faction was the elders of the Cloud Sect, but judging from the current situation, things were not going well for them.

Another faction consisted of four ancient clan members. These four were formidable, their auras mighty. Although their bodies were covered in wounds, they seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.

As for the other two factions, they appeared to be waiting for something.

“Old man Yunhe, what did I say? Join forces with me first, we’ll kill these four from the ancient clans, and then split Water-Fire Emperor’s treasures equally,” a man spoke from the void.

This man wore black, his skin pale, his body thin, his eye sockets sunken, and his entire being exuded a chilling, sinister aura, as if he were not alive.

“Kuisheng the Demon King, for you to think the Cloud Sect would cooperate with your evil path is nothing but a dream,” replied the speaker, an elder of the Cloud Sect with hair as sharp as swords, standing upright, his aura surging, his robe billowing.

Behind him stood two other elders, their faces filled with fury. Another elder had his arms wrapped in black qi, continuously eroded, rendering him unable to fight.

“In that case, it’s going to be difficult,” Kuisheng the Demon King said with a light smile, showing two sharp fangs.

“The Cloud Sect refuses to see reason; let them die in battle. What does it have to do with us?” a woman beside Kuisheng laughed.

This woman had long, sharp fingers, furry ears, and green cat-like eyes.

When she spoke, a chilling coldness emerged, and her exposed body was seductive and charming.

Seemingly delicate and graceful, her aura was terrifyingly strong.

Another group in the void had remained silent but kept a close watch on the situation, seemingly waiting for the final moment.

“Doom Scholar, Brother Luo, Brother Mutian, what about you three? Will you just stand there watching or join the fight?” Kuisheng smiled at the three of them, but his eyes concealed deep apprehension.

“Since the Cloud Sect wants to fight the ancient clan to the death, naturally we must accommodate them. At the end, we’ll split the treasures of the Water-Fire Emperor equally,” Mutian replied.

This Mutian was the ghost clan member whom Lin Fan had beaten so severely in the “Ten Thousand Killing Ancient Domain” that he could barely recognize his own parents.

However, he had obtained a spirit vein from the “Ten Thousand Killing Ancient Domain,” and within a short time, he refined it, absorbing its power, successfully breaking through to the Divine Heaven Stage second level – Domain Realm.

With the power of this spirit vein, he advanced to the second level of the Divine Heaven Stage – Domain Realm.

He had refined the “Eighteen Levels of Hell,” which the ghost clan longed for.

With this “Eighteen Levels of Hell” domain, Mu Tian was unrivaled among his peers, even capable of slaying cultivators at the Dongtian Realm level.

“Good, that’s exactly what we were thinking,” naturally, Kuisheng did not believe this nonsense and then turned to the ancient clan.

“You may continue. Don’t worry, we won’t interfere.”

“Damn you, creatures of the Great Thousand Races! Even if you obtain the Water-Fire Emperor’s treasures, you won’t be able to leave here!” the four ancient clan members panted slightly; they hadn’t expected the situation to turn out this way.

All the ancient clan members who entered had been killed by these people, leaving only the four of them.

While they were locked in battle with the elders of the Cloud Sect, these two factions appeared from nowhere.

An elder of the One Cloud Sect was caught off guard by Mutian, his hands entangled in a mass of death qi. This death qi was extremely insidious; despite his cultivation at the洞天境 level, he could not dispel it for now.

…

“Senior Elders, they’re in danger,” the Fairy of Crimson Clouds said with concern, seeing the scene in the distance.

Lin Fan, observing the current situation, also had a subtle thought in his heart.

The highest among them was at the Divine Heaven Stage fourth level – Immortal Body.

The weakest was Mutian, at the Divine Heaven Stage second level – Domain Realm.

However, compared to before, this guy had changed a lot.

His eyes had turned one black and one white, exuding terrifying ghostly energy.

Just as Lin Fan was preparing to take them all down, the Fairy of Crimson Clouds suddenly rushed out.

“Senior Elder, I come to assist you!” Seeing the elders being pushed back by the four ancient clan members, the Fairy of Crimson Clouds was greatly alarmed.

Although they were three against four, one of the elders had his hands disabled by Mutian’s sneak attack and was no longer able to fight.

“Elder Crimson Clouds,” Elder Yunhe saw the newcomer and his expression immediately changed. He pushed the ancient clan member aside with a palm strike and came to her side.

“Why did you come?” Elder Yunhe hadn’t expected Crimson Clouds to show up.

“Senior Elder, I come to assist you!” Crimson Clouds, undeterred by the crisis, said.

“Sigh…” Elder Yunhe sighed, this arrival was just walking into death.

Even if they managed to kill the four ancient clan members, there were still these evil path cultivators.

These evil path techniques were bizarre and terrifying, even more so than the ancient clan.

But as Crimson Clouds looked at the people around her, her expression suddenly changed. She knew who these people were; each was a ruthless demon king.

Especially the Doom Scholar and Kuisheng the Demon King, whose reputations for ferocity were well known. Even the Ten Thousand Bat Ancestor paled in comparison.

“A mere child at the Divine Heaven Stage first level – True Law Realm dares to come here to assist? It seems my Eighteen Levels of Hell will soon gain another ghost servant,” Mutian looked at Crimson Clouds with a dark expression.

Along the way, he had killed many Cloud Sect disciples and ancient clan members, all of whom he had refined into ghost servants, strengthening the power of the “Eighteen Levels of Hell.”

This time, Mutian had already decided: kill everyone here, refine them into ghost servants, open the third level of the Ghost Clan’s Eighteen Levels of Hell, and summon countless demons from the abyss of the Ghost Clan.