C4 Dingshan

Yang Qiu did not understand Jiang Feng's words. After all, he was not as quick-witted as Jiang Feng. From the short words of the Demon King Lu Wu, he was able to figure out the oddity of the situation in the future.

"Grab the staff in your hands and follow us. Whoever falls out of the team or starts asking questions will be courting death." A pig-headed demon wearing a silver chain mail and holding a long halberd shouted in a flaunting manner.

This pig-headed monster was clearly a demon that looked like the overseer. Behind him were more than ten pig monsters with long whips.

"I want to go home!" A pitiful insect that had just transformed from a boy into a teenager hugged the pig-headed monster's leg with tears in its eyes.

The pig-headed monster did not expect that the group of lesser demons that had yet to enter the battlefield would actually dare to touch its own brow. It cried for its father and called for its mother, and a trace of malevolence flashed across its face.

The pig-headed monster sneered and did not say a single word. However, the halberd in his hand trembled violently, and his intestines were instantly torn apart. Blood flowed down along the halberd, shining with a bewitching red light under the sunlight.

The pig-headed monster was extremely excited by the youth's fresh blood. The pig-headed monster hummed and waved its arm, causing the half-dead youth to fly a few meters up. However, he did not land on the ground, and the halberd once again pierced through his chest.

The entire Kunshan Mountains was completely silent. Forget about the Human Clan youths, even the demons that were kidnapped kept their breath in silence. It was obvious that they had not witnessed this bloody and cruel scene much.

Looking at the two halves of his body that were slightly wiggling in the pool of blood, Jiang Feng first felt extremely disgusted. His stomach was violently churning, but he couldn't vomit.

Immediately following that was a bone-chilling cold. Jiang Feng even felt that his soul was trembling. That was the end of his life. The summons of the god of death. In this place where demons gathered, his life was insignificant.

Yang Qiu, who was on the side, had never seen such a brutal and bloody scene before. He vomited all over the place and even vomited his green bile. He could not even half get up from the ground.

"What are you dawdling for? Follow up with the team, let's go!" Another pig-headed monster appeared not far away from Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu, and it even gave Yang Qiu a ruthless whipping.

The long whip in the pig-headed monster's hand was not a whip, but an iron whip. As it danced, it made clattering sounds. With a single whipping strike, even an iron board would leave a deep scar.

Yang Qiu, who was already weak to begin with, could not withstand this kind of whip. The leather armor on his back also failed to provide any form of protection. His skin and flesh were lacerated as he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Fake death!" The pig-headed monster seemed to be very excited. Clearly, it liked torturing the newbies, so it raised the iron whip in its hand once again.

Who knew how many Little Demons had died under the Pig Demon's iron whip? The originally black long whip had already been dyed dark red by the Little Demons' blood, emitting a faint smell of blood.

The lightning whip was pulled down, but it did not land on Yang Qiu's back.

Jiang Feng groaned. The burning pain from his back instantly spread throughout his body as if it was on fire.

"I'll carry him." Throwing down this sentence, Jiang Feng carried the unconscious Yang Qiu and proudly followed the group without even looking back at the Pig Demon.

This was the first time Pig Demon had seen such a tough little demon, and it was also the first time a boy had transformed into a small demon. She subconsciously withdrew her iron whip, and yelled while looking fierce but feeling weak: "Little guy, today your grandpa pig is in a good mood, consider yourselves lucky."

There was no lack of demons who bullied the weak and feared the strong. There was a precedent where a lesser demon who was abused by a Pig Demon could become the commander of a group of demons, so the commander naturally killed more than ten Pig Demon s who mistreated him in the past. He even wanted to destroy the bloodline of the Elder God's Pig Demon.

Jiang Feng carried Yang Qiu and joined the mighty Little Demon Army that was leaving Mount Kun. On the way, the Little Demon Army remained silent as their facial expressions changed a lot. The kids who were studying in the academy were no longer able to recognize each other, plus their hearts were heavy, their futures were uncertain. How could they have the interest to talk about the heavens?

The boy from before was now a little demon that treasured words like gold, but the real demons gradually became more active.

Under the stimulation of the Demonic Strength, their strength and agility increased by leaps and bounds, especially the monsters that were prone to killing. They would even occasionally glance at the teens staggering around them, extend their long, blood-red tongues, and lick their chubby lips.

Jiang Feng frowned because there was a jackal that bared its fangs at him from time to time. It seemed that it could not hold back its hunger and wanted to skin Yang Qiu alive.

If it was someone else with a cold nature, they would probably dump Yang Qiu, this burden, on the ground and walk their own path. However, even though Jiang Feng had mocked himself as a monster, his heart was innocent, and he would naturally not abandon his friends.

However, Jiang Feng did not choose to engage in a brawl with the jackal monster. Instead, he purposely quickened his pace and walked to a Pig Demon with an iron whip in his hand. The jackal could only stare at Yang Qiu, who was on Jiang Feng's back, drooling, and not daring to make a move.

The Kunsan, under the jurisdiction of Demon King Lu Wu, belonged to the central region of the three hundred and sixty-five peaks. He was about five hundred kilometers away from the mountaintop where the Nine Sects fight would take place, and about ten thousand kilometers away.

After advancing for more than ten days, the Little Demons from Mount Kun finally arrived at their destination: Ding Mountain.

The Ding Mountain was named because it resembled an ancient cauldron, and the Spirit Demon King that governed this mountain a hundred years ago was a monster among snakes. The Spirit Demon Beast was famous for its ferocious reputation, and if one was not satisfied, it would fly for ten thousand miles.

The people of the Nine Sects hated the Nine-headed Snake s to the bones, but they could do nothing about the profound Demonic Strength of the Nine-headed Snake s.

A hundred years ago, when Nine Sects attacked him, the Nine-headed Snake demon was the one to bear the brunt of the attack. It was formed by ten Aurous Core stage experts in the Nine Sects into the Heaven Decimating Sword Formation and was fought fiercely for one day and one night before finally being killed, causing it to be filled with evil.

Currently, many of the huge boulders in the Ding Mountain are dark gold, and it is said that they were dyed with the demon blood of Nine-headed Snake s.

Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu sat side by side on a huge golden rock. They stared at the pure white bones at the foot of Ding Mountain and were speechless for a while.

It was very obvious that it wouldn't be long before they too turned into a pile of bones, the source of the Little Demon Empress' emotions.

Jiang Feng looked into the distance and noticed that at the foot of the Ding Mountain Mountain, there was a banner fluttering in the wind with a camp. Jiang Feng knew that this was the place where the outer disciples of Jingluo Sect resided.

During this half a month of travel, Jiang Feng and the other lesser demons learned about the situation they were about to face from the mouth of the pig-headed monster.

His group of pitiful fellows were the newly arrived Mountain-Patrolling Sprite s from Ding Mountain, and they were to replace the Little Demons who were buried here.

The reason for the fierce daily battle with the disciples of the Dao Gate was not because of the grudges of thousands of generations, but rather, because of the precious minerals in the back half of the mountain.

Half a month ago, he was still learning the path of sages under the guidance of the private school teacher. However, half a month later, he had arrived at the Ding Mountain of the Ancestral God and the Nine Sects, where the outer disciples were battling.

Jiang Feng sighed, but didn't think too much about it.

Since they were already here, they couldn't be uneasy. After becoming a Mountain-Patrolling Sprite, if they wanted to live, they had to think of a way.