NOVPUBWhen the elder broke free from the constraints of the giant net, his figure landed directly at the head of the bridge, collapsing into a pool of blood.
"Elder Guokui, are you alright?" the crowd asked, rushing forward to check on him.
"I’ve just burned my own essense blood to unleash our Misty Fantasy Mansion’s secret technique. Now, I’ve only got half a life left," the white-haired elder said weakly.
"I no longer desire the opportunity inside, I just hope you all can spare this old man’s life. The Misty Fantasy Mansion would be eternally grateful."
"What are you saying Elder Guokui, the situation is still unclear; we are grasshoppers on the same string and should stick together," the man in the green robe said, shaking his head.
"It seems that the young man hasn’t made it over yet," the enchanting woman remarked.
Only then did everyone look up and realize that of the six who had set out, only four remained. Xu Zimei and the burly man had both died on the bridge.
Furthermore, the four who had made it across the bridge had all sustained serious injuries.
The white-haired elder had basically lost his ability to fight, and the refined scholar was missing half an arm.
The remaining two were also drenched in blood, their combat strength severely weakened for the short term.
Only after crossing the bridge did the group begin to survey their surroundings.
Straight ahead was an enormous hall.
The hall was constructed of bones, with bone doors tightly shut.
Above the door, a huge and ferocious skull was embedded in the hall.
"White Bone Hall" three big characters came into view.
"Where have we arrived?" the enchanting woman asked, somewhat horrified and unconsciously hugging her arms.
"I don’t know," the man in the green robe shook his head and said, "Let’s rest on the spot for now and wait until our injuries have healed before moving forward."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
However, before they could take any further action, they heard the "creak-clang" of doors being opened.
The dust-sealed doors of the hall were gradually opening.
It seemed as if these doors were being opened for the first time after countless ages.
The sound of the doors opening was like grinding teeth, making one extremely uncomfortable.
The crowd looked towards the interior of the hall with horror. It was pitch-black within; the hall was enveloped by dark Demonic Qi.
Only in the uppermost position, a White Bone throne appeared in their line of sight.
On that White Bone throne, a man in a black robe was sitting indifferently.
The man was entirely shrouded in a large black robe, with a hairless, blood-red head.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, dark and sharp.
A high bridge of the nose, with no ears to be seen.
Behind the black robe was a blood-red cloak, with the pattern of a white bone skull stamped upon it.
"Why disturb my slumber?" a low, somewhat hoarse voice came from within.
Then the man in the black robe stood up; in that moment, a myriad of Demonic Qi began to rage inside the hall.
Roars emerged from the ferocious faces formed by the Demonic Qi.
"This, this," the few gasped in cold shock, their figures retreating continuously.
But behind them was the bridge, with no room to retreat.
Given their current condition, they would likely obstruct the path of those on the bridge if they attempted to cross it.
The group all swallowed hard.
Then they saw the man in the black robe step by step walking out.
With every step he took, it felt as though he was stepping on their hearts.
Their heartbeats involuntarily quickened.
More and more tumultuous Demonic Qi was violently surging.
The red cloak slowly fluttered, and the man in the black robe stepped out of the hall, waving his right hand gently.
There were only two sounds of "crack, crackle" heard.
The ground became covered in countless pieces of white bone, the sharp bones piercing directly through the bodies of the four people, nailing them onto the stern bone spikes.
Blood "drip-dropped" down the bone spikes, and the four people didn’t die all at once. Instead, they struggled in agony.
They hovered on the edge of death, only finally able to die amidst the pain.
Just then, a series of footsteps could be heard coming from the bridge.
Everyone struggled to turn their gaze, only to see Xu Zimei enveloped in surging Demonic Qi, walking step by step.
The richness and power of that Demonic Qi were even more ferocious than that within the great hall.
The entire Demonic Lake was shrouded in it.
"He, he," the bewitching woman, watching Xu Zimei with blood continuously flowing from the corner of her mouth, seemed reckless with even more terror in her eyes.
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Xu Zimei looked at the man in the black robe, who was also watching him.
As Xu Zimei approached step by step, the body of the man involuntarily trembled.
His pupils suddenly contracted, looking at Xu Zimei with some disbelief.
"Lord, my lord,"
"Although there are some things I don’t remember clearly, as you can see, I have returned," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"At the command of Lord of the Seven Faces, the first vanguard of the Nightmare Demon Legion, the White Bone Demon greets the master," the man in the black robe half-kneeled on the ground, looking at Xu Zimei with sincere and respectful eyes, and said in a voice that was both thunderous and loud.
The water in the Demonic Lake continued to surge, and amidst that Demonic Qi, an enormous head slowly emerged from the surface.
It was a Demon Claw Octopus, its dark little eyes watching Xu Zimei as its numerous tentacles interlocked, paying respects to Xu Zimei.
"Rise, my first vanguard," Xu Zimei nodded, saying.
"Demon, Demon King," the scholarly man on the bone spikes next to him struggled to spit out a few words before he breathed his last.
Glancing at the bodies of those dead, the White Bone Demon, appearing cautious not to startle Xu Zimei, waved his hands, and numerous bone spikes sprang forth, instantly reducing the corpses to dust that scattered amidst the Demonic Qi.
Xu Zimei stepped into the White Bone Hall, with the White Bone Demon following devoutly behind him.
"Is there only you here?" asked Xu Zimei.
"Under the command of the Lord of the Seven Faces, I am here to guard his Seven-Faced Lotus," the White Bone Demon nodded as he spoke.
"The Seven-faced Demon General, huh?" Xu Zimei murmured to himself.
In those intermittent scenes he had seen before, he had witnessed many sights.
The Demon King had eighteen Demonic Generals; Bai Meng was the Despair Demon General, and this Seven-faced Demon General was also one of them.
After arriving at the White Bone Hall, Xu Zimei found it empty, save for the all-encompassing Demonic Qi and the White Bone King’s throne at the head of the room.
However, with a wave of the White Bone Demon’s right hand, the Demonic Qi in the hall began to dissipate, revealing an independent space next to the hall.
This space was not large, reflecting a pond.
The pond contained thick, sticky, and pitch-black Demonic Water.
And in the middle of the pond, a lotus flower was thriving.
The lotus had five blossoms, along with leaves and roots.
Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened, the lotus instantly reminding him of someone.
Before leaving Divine Demon City, he had seen a statue of the Demon Race within the city.
That man wore a black robe cinched at the waist and also held a lotus in his hand.
Xu Zimei felt like he was starting to understand something. He glanced at the lotus and said to the White Bone Demon, "Follow me."
