Chapter 437 - 412: Wipe Them All Out

All the Great Demons scattered like startled animals.

Every single one of these Great Demons was extraordinary. Many among them had once carved out their own territories and reigned as kings!

The weakest among them had a Cultivation Realm of Early-Stage Demon King; there wasn’t a single one below the Demon King Stage.

Everyone knew that fighting above one’s station was the hallmark of a Celestial Pride. When facing a Celestial Pride, one had to automatically assume they were an entire realm stronger. After all, who but another Celestial Pride would dare to face one at the same cultivation level?

Yet even after overestimating their opponent so drastically, the terror Song Zhao inspired still went far beyond the demons’ expectations.

Even the Void Mantis—the most powerful among them and a master of assassination—had been killed in a single blow. Who else would dare test her might?

Scared out of their wits, the demons turned and fled in a deafening rush.

But would Song Ciwan let them go?

Had this been like before, she would have killed the Void Mantis and let the other demons escape. Song Ciwan normally wouldn’t have bothered to pursue them.

But this time was different. Killing one Gu Peng had drawn a whole host of Demon Kings to ambush her, and they had even dispatched the Demon Venerable Level Void Mantis! This just went to show the savagery of the Demon Race.

They had shown her no quarter. So why should she show them any?

Riding the momentum from killing the Void Mantis, Song Ciwan finally moved.

With a flicker of her silhouette, she crossed through space, instantly materializing in front of a Flower Leopard Demon at the head of the fleeing pack.

The Flower Leopard Demon had already reverted to its true form: a massive leopard, a full twenty feet in length.

Demonic Qi steamed from its body as a demonic wind roiled around it. And within that wind, twisted human heads cried and wailed!

"SOB... I hate you!"

"Hee hee hee, it hurts so much, but I have to keep laughing. I’ll laugh even when I’m dead, hahahaha..."

"Will someone save me? Let me be free..."

"Die! Everyone just die together! Hahaha!"

...

All sorts of bizarre sounds echoed from within the black qi surrounding the Flower Leopard Demon.

She didn’t need to investigate. A single glance told Song Ciwan all she needed to know: the heads rolling within the black qi were formed from the coalesced Resentment of the humans this Flower Leopard Demon had slaughtered.

Even without the grudge from today’s ambush, Song Ciwan would have moved to execute any Great Demon she found wreathed in such dense, black qi!

Her silhouette materialized in front of the Flower Leopard Demon. The demon, speeding along on its black cloud, couldn’t stop in time and could only let out a piercing, hoarse shriek.

"ROAR—"

The Flower Leopard roared in fury!

At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Scale received a dense cluster of Demonic Essence.

[Demonic Essence: From the shock, fury, and fear of a Late-stage Demon King Leopard Demon. Weight: five pounds and one tael. Tradable.]

Intense shock and terror drove the Flower Leopard Demon to instantly mobilize all of its Demonic Qi, forming a colossal Resentful Spirit that charged madly toward Song Ciwan.

"Song Zhao, don’t get ahead of yourself! I am the Demon King of Five-Colored Mountain! You dare challenge me?"

The layered voices formed a thunderous, ferocious shockwave that, along with the massive Resentful Spirit, lunged at Song Ciwan.

"AHH—!"

But the one who let out a wretched cry of pain was not Song Ciwan, but the Flower Leopard Demon before her.

Song Ciwan had only taken a single step back, once again phasing through the void to dodge the charging Resentful Spirit.

At the same time, she lifted her hand and waved it gently.

The light of the Sun and Moon Wheel of Formless Life and Death began to flow. The moment its glow swept over the Flower Leopard Demon, the creature seemed to fall into a mire of time itself.

It shrieked miserably, completely unable to advance.

It was trapped in a cage of time, with no hope of escape.

In a mere moment, the muscles and bones of the massive, snarling Leopard Demon went soft, and its fur began to fall out in rustling clumps.

In the next instant, the now-hairless Flower Leopard Demon dropped from the clouds.

It hadn’t died directly of old age. Instead, having fallen from the clouds, it slammed into the ground and died on impact!

How could a normal Demon King possibly be killed by a mere fall, no matter how great the height?

And yet, this Flower Leopard Demon had well and truly been killed by the fall. One could only say that time had stolen too much of its vitality. By the end, even with a breath still in its lungs, the Flower Leopard Demon was already ancient and decrepit.

Even a once-magnificent Demon King, when aged to its absolute limit, would revert to being nothing more than a fragile old leopard.

And when an old leopard hits the ground, of course it would die on impact.

A wisp of Death Qi flew over: [Death Qi: From the death of a Mid-Stage Demon King Leopard Demon. Weight: two pounds and nine taels. Tradable.]

The amount of Death Qi wasn’t very heavy, which just meant that the Flower Leopard Demon had little of substance left to it at the time. If it hadn’t still been a Mid-Stage Demon King, and even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, it might not have even been worth two pounds and nine taels.

With a wave of her hand, Song Ciwan collected the Demon Corpse of the Flower Leopard, which had died with its tendons snapped, bones broken, and body ruptured, into her Vast Sea Grotto Heaven.

With the Flower Leopard Demon dead, its personal black cloud naturally dispersed. The massive, snarling Resentful Spirit scattered into the air with a WHOOSH, leaving only flecks of Resentment to linger and wander aimlessly.

A pale necklace of bone and teeth clattered to the ground. This was the Flower Leopard Demon’s Magical Treasure, used to collect Death Qi and Resentment for the Refinement of Resentful Spirits!

Song Ciwan raised her hand, using her Qi Absorption Technique to pull the Magical Treasure into her Vast Sea Grotto Heaven as well. At the same time, she cast out a handful of Bodhisattva Spells to purify all the residual Resentment lingering in the air.

All of this took about three breaths of time.

In those three breaths, the remaining demons who had witnessed it all from afar were scared witless, their courage shattered.

The demons known for their speed naturally accelerated, while those not known for it also gave it their all, fleeing for their very lives!

Some of the more silver-tongued demons began to plead for mercy. "Spare me, Fairy! Please, spare my life! I was tricked into coming here today, I truly had no intention of opposing you, Fairy!"

Others wailed, "Fairy, this Little Demon has always been peaceful, guarding my territory and keeping the people safe. I was tricked into this, too! In my village in An Nan County, the people worship me! They pray to me to bless their lands!"

Still others claimed, "Fairy, Fairy! This Little Demon has always been kind. I’ve been a vegetarian since I was a child! I’m not an Evil Demon, spare my life, Fairy..."

...

With all their pleading cries and demonic wails, where was even a shred of the dignity befitting a Demon King?

Naturally, for every demon wailing and begging for mercy, there was another doing its best to be invisible, fleeing silently with its head down.

Among them, a Pangolin was the fastest, and its escape route was the most peculiar.

This Pangolin was escaping by burrowing into the earth. While the other demons rode clouds, used Wind Manipulation, or vanished hundreds of miles in a flash of Escape Light, this Pangolin had already burrowed a thousand feet deep in a single breath.

With the next breath, it tunneled another hundred-odd miles.

At this speed, it wouldn’t take long for it to cross the entire Ten Thousand Great Mountains!

Of course, that was an exaggeration. In reality, the earth beneath the Ten Thousand Great Mountains was filled with all sorts of bizarre terrain and hidden dangers. Even for a Demon King Stage Pangolin, an easy crossing was impossible.

Among all the fleeing demons, if one had to say which was most likely to succeed, nearly every one of them would have picked the Pangolin.

Many of the Great Demons were wailing and crying on the surface, but inwardly they were seething with jealousy and hatred.

’After all, when you’re in a group fleeing for your life, you don’t have to be the fastest,’ they thought. ’You just have to be faster than everyone else. Isn’t that enough?’