Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 84 - 84 84 Primordial Demon Saint

84: Chapter 84: Primordial Demon Saint 84: Chapter 84: Primordial Demon Saint He was careless.

When Jin Sheng used the Thunder-Attracting Sword to defeat the two, he should have followed up with two more strikes to remove the demon cores from their chests.

But at the time, Baili An hadn’t realized that these two weren’t actually alive.

Unlike the hunter, they had normal human heartbeats and body temperatures.

It seemed their demon cores might be of a higher class than the one below the hunter’s chest.

After pondering for a moment, Baili An looked down at the Yuanli Sword in Jin Sheng’s hand and said, “Constantly fleeing is not a solution, Jin Sheng.

Your Heavenly Tribulation is suppressed within the Yuanli Sword, does that mean as long as the sword is drawn, it could trigger the tribulation?”

Jin Sheng nodded, “That’s correct, but I no longer have the strength to draw the sword.”

Baili An stood up, very pleased with this answer, and smiled, “There’s no need for you to do it; I’ll draw the sword.”

Jin Sheng frowned deeply, “You draw the sword?

How can you draw the sword!

Apart from the Sword Master of the Yuanli Sword, no one can withstand the fierce nature of this sword…”

He stopped mid-sentence, recalling that the corpse demon before him…

seemed unaffected by the Yuanli Sword’s fierce aura.

Baili An took the Yuanli Sword from his hand and glanced again at Lin Yuan.

“Rather than sitting ducks, it’s better to set a trap for a counterattack.

Sister Lin Yuan, if those two fall and you still need to help extract the hearts from their chests.

I think only by destroying their hearts can we truly kill them.”

Lin Yuan nodded solemnly, “Understood.”

Meng Zifei quickly spoke out, “Is there anything I can help with, Brother Si Chen?”

Baili An glanced at him, asking, “I wonder how much Young Master Meng knows about the Puppetry Technique of the Demon Sect?”

Meng Zifei appeared slightly startled, then said, “The Puppetry Technique is an evil art.

There are many kinds of mediums used to implement this technique.

Brother Si Chen, are you trying to locate the specific position of the practitioner?”

Baili An nodded, “Exactly, the main culprit is that practitioner.

Even if we can’t counter-kill the practitioner, we should at least know who our real enemy is.”

Meng Zifei forced a smile, “It seems the toughest task has fallen to me, but rest assured, Brother Si Chen, I have studied the Demon Sect’s Puppetry Technique to some extent.

Regardless of the medium the practitioner uses to manipulate the puppet, they must be within five miles of the puppet, and the practitioner must be completely focused, using Divine Thought as a guide.

Since there are fluctuations in Divine Thoughts, it would be easier to track them down.”

Baili An smiled, “Good, then I will leave this matter to Young Master Meng.”

Meng Zifei touched his nose with a smile, his expression slightly odd.

Thinking back on the days, it was always he who laid out the strategies, gave directions, and distributed tasks.

Today, however, he found himself directed by a young man, a somewhat inexplicable turn of events.

After disbursing a series of preliminary plans, Baili An, carrying the Yuanli Sword, left the cave and instructed everyone, “Hide here for the time of an incense stick, and then we’ll meet at the Long Lake three miles away.”

“Okay.” The three replied in unison.

Baili An looked at Jin Sheng with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Quite enthusiastic.”

This fellow had looked utterly despondent earlier, as if life was unbearable, but when the task was assigned, Jin Sheng did not refuse.

“I…

I just couldn’t bear to see you, who had traveled thousands of miles to save me, fall into the hands of villains,” said Jin Sheng, turning his head away haughtily.

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In the Demon Cave, the skyward blazing flames seemed to dispel a bit of the coldness in the crimson Demon Eye in the sky.

The man standing bathed in firelight looked like a god of fire, with bright flames twinkling in his eyes.

He held a fire chain in his hand, below which a ferocious beast, its nature unknown, trembled furiously in his grasp!

From a great distance, it was clear that the man, holding the fire chain, had his sleeves destroyed, his wrist tightly bound with the fire chain, and his arm was visibly straining with bulging veins.

When his gaze shifted, his eyes hardened in astonishment.

The woman in white looked slightly and said with a rare solemnity, “Primordial Demon Saint, Di Jiang.”

As if to prove her statement, the dark, turbulent waters of the Abyss boiled instantly as if scorched by the most fierce flame in the world.

The wails of countless fierce ghosts and sea demons emanated from the Abyss.

A giant wing, black and white in color, swung from the Abyss, continuously slicing off and rolling down the abyssal rocks.

The sharp edge of the wings was so pronounced that it directly severed the fire chain held by the firelight man.

Not only that, but the gale brought up by the giant wing snuffed out much of the radiant fire around the man.

The man’s gaze hardened, and he raised his right hand above his shoulder in a gesture of grasp, quickly forming a spear made of flames.

As the Abyssal creature exposed a crimson horn on its head, his eyes narrowed into a beam of firelight, hurling the flame spear directly into the giant head.

“Screech!!!”

The creature emitted a sharp cry like a fire bird, forced back by the fire spear.

The man clenched his Fire Technique, uttering softly, “Incur the Disaster.”

Under his hand formula, not a glimmer of fire or flame was seen, but at the moment his three words were spoken, an extraordinarily terrifying heat was born from nothing.

In the invisible space, air crazily warped, and the rock walls turned to ash without a sound.

The thin Sword Intent around the young deer became extremely dense in an instant, like a tight wall, preventing any horrific heat from entering.

Yin Baishuang lightly stepped on the sword body of the Han Zhi Sword, the pure cold force before her forming a huge ice wall.

But her demeanor was far from the ease of the woman in white, as the thick ice wall melted at an alarming rate.

Even though her talents were exceptional, she had not yet stepped into that sacred realm.

The man in the firelight struck out with a palm, and his palm surged with a half blue, half red flame.

The flame quickly ignited the invisible but terrifyingly hot force into a fire net.

The fire net expanded greatly over the Abyss, sealing it off completely, and continuously forming clusters of blue and red fireballs on the fire net, bombarding the monster inside the Abyss.

After doing all this, the man dissipated the firelight around him, standing only on a red Fire Bird.

He looked towards the woman in white, lips curling with a strong curve, his gaze slightly unnaturally shifting away, hesitating to speak.

In the Abyss, the fierce roar tore through the heavens, as if it could break through the fire net Barrier of the Abyss at any moment.