"Let me!"
Xiong Zhuangzhuang roared, his spiritual energy surging wildly through his meridians, his body instantly doubling in size.
A gray-green light erupted from the depths of his blood-red eyes. He stomped heavily on the ground, leaping high into the air and charging directly at the succubus.
"Meteor Hammer!"
Yu Xiaoyu, at some unknown point, had produced his natal magical artifact, the Meteor Hammer.
All of his spiritual energy poured madly into the Meteor Hammer, and its already immense weight increased drastically.
"Go!"
The Meteor Hammer flew from his hand, whistling sharply as it hurtled towards the succubus's face.
Xiong Zhuangzhuang and Yu Xiaoyu had not conferred, yet their attacks arrived before the succubus simultaneously.
"Overestimating yourselves."
The succubus didn't even use her Bewitching Flute; she merely relied on her profound demonic energy to block their attacks.
The Meteor Hammer was flung back with even greater speed, while Xiong Zhuangzhuang was struck in the chest by the demonic energy, his offensive halted and his spirit flagging considerably.
"Come at me together!"
The succubus laughed triumphantly, her expression utterly arrogant.
"Agh! I'll fight you to the death!"
Angered by something the succubus had done, Bai Shan furiously retrieved the silk from his natal magical artifact, the Silver Silk Snow Crystal Silkworm, and hurled it at the succubus.
The silk automatically connected in the air, forming a large net that, even in the dim, lightless environment, still flickered with a faint luminescence.
"Succubus..." Wu Bang shifted his footing, preparing to intercept the net.
However, he was sharply reprimanded by the succubus, "Stop, let me handle this myself!"
The coldness on the succubus's face made Wu Bang instantly retract his stepped-out foot.
The succubus's fingers danced lightly in the air, demonic energy rapidly gathering before her, soon forming an equally dense black net.
With a wave of her hand, that net majestically surged towards the net woven from silk.
Sizzle—
The sound was like ice water dripping onto a hot plate.
Bai Shan hopped on the spot, frantically recalling his silk.
When the silk returned to Bai Shan's hands, he looked at the clearly much-dimmed silk and felt like crying without tears.
This was his natal magical artifact.
"Your magical artifact possesses a peculiar aura. Let me guess what it is."
The succubus did not rush to torture them but instead toyed with them like a cat playing with a mouse.
The succubus's words made Bai Shan's expression change abruptly. He no longer cared about his natal artifact and raised his hand, throwing several more offensive artifacts to stop the succubus from continuing.
However, the more nervous he became, the more smug the succubus grew.
"A thousand years ago, the righteous and demonic factions were irreconcilable. Though the demon race appeared neutral, they frequently attacked humans from behind. In the end, a majority of the demon race living in the Divine Continent were sealed within it, forbidden from leaving."
The succubus's seductive voice echoed above them.
A look of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of Xiong Zhuangzhuang and Yu Xiaoyu. What was this demoness saying now? They didn't seem to understand.
Bei Xinghan and Hong Jing, however, felt a stir in their hearts, having already guessed what the succubus was about to say.
"I assume it has been a thousand years since I last emerged, and I never knew that the demon race would collude with humans to cause trouble for my demonic tribe. This truly chills my heart."
"You're spouting nonsense! You, you are slandering me!"
Bai Shan was flustered and confused at this moment. He never expected his secret to be exposed by this demoness at this time.
He subconsciously denied it loudly, but his panicked tone was clearly audible.
"Demon race?"
Xiong Zhuangzhuang and Yu Xiaoyu were stunned.
Bai Shan was from the demon race?
They looked at Bai Shan in disbelief, half-believing, half-doubting.
They sometimes found Bai Shan annoying but had never associated him with the demon race. After all, there was no trace of demonic energy on him.
Even Xiong Zhuangzhuang, the young master of the Beast Taming Sect who constantly dealt with demonic beasts, had not detected anything unusual.
The two turned their heads blankly and found Bei Xinghan and Hong Jing remarkably calm, leading them to wonder if they had already known Bai Shan's identity.
The succubus's red lips curved upwards.
"Oh? So you're a spy. Then I must tell them your identity.
You use the silk of the Silver Silk Snow Crystal Silkworm. This thing is extremely rare; aside from the demon race, very few human cultivators can obtain such an item.
More importantly, this silk is coated with the powder of the adult Ice Mountain Double-Faced Butterfly, a powder that only the Ice Mountain Double-Faced Butterfly itself can use.
What else do you have to say, Ice Mountain Double-Faced Butterfly."
Bai Shan clenched the silk in his hand without speaking, his expression unusually grim.
Bai Shan's true form is a butterfly?
Xiong Zhuangzhuang's first reaction was disbelief.
In his mind, Bai Shan was fair-skinned and plump, and somewhat petty. Even if he were a demonic beast, he seemed more like a snake or badger demon.
He had never seen the Ice Mountain Double-Faced Butterfly, but according to the sect's records, this type of demonic beast was exceptionally beautiful and could subtly bewitch the mind, being one of the demonic beasts renowned for their beauty.
He couldn't see any connection between it and Bai Shan.
However, Bai Shan's unusual silence, instead of refuting, made Xiong Zhuangzhuang's heart pound.
Bai Shan's mind was in utter chaos. The succubus had revealed his entire background, yet he was powerless.
Whether he admitted it or not, he had undoubtedly aroused the suspicion of the others.
If they managed to escape, they would surely investigate him for this matter afterward.
Although he had erased all traces, he still lacked the confidence to conceal it from these people.
Damn succubus! Damn demon race!
"Not speaking? Then I'll directly force out your true form and let these people see if what I said is true."
The succubus had a poor impression of the demon race to begin with. She was more than happy to expose Bai Shan's identity and reveal his true appearance to everyone.
The original black net had dissipated. With a gentle movement of her fingers, the demonic energy transformed into a giant palm reaching out to seize Bai Shan.
"Sword, come!"
Bei Xinghan flashed before Bai Shan, his Frost Sword held before him.
His fighting spirit was almost tangible, forming a faint phantom behind him.
An astonishing brilliance erupted from Bei Xinghan's eyes, his entire focus concentrated on the Frost Sword.
At this moment, he seemed to feel the Frost Sword's pulse beating powerfully, its blood flowing fiercely within the blade.
He felt as if he were truly one with the sword, Frost.
"Sword Slash!"
A loud shout.
A colossal sword energy that pierced the heavens suddenly emerged.
The succubus's entire field of vision was completely occupied by this sword energy.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and then she let out a disdainful smile.
This sword energy had form, but it lacked power.
If this human sword cultivator were to cultivate for a few more decades, even she would only be able to avoid its edge with this strike.
But now, it was not enough, far from enough!
"Sword Slash!"
The succubus chuckled haughtily, uttering the same words as Bei Xinghan.
Before her voice faded, a phantom sword shape materialized madly behind her, and at first glance, it was exactly the same as the sword energy Bei Xinghan had unleashed.
Rumble!