The children at the village entrance had never seen such a spectacle.
They were already so scared their legs turned soft, having forgotten how to cry.
Only the slightly older child seemed to realize something; he grabbed the little girl next to him and retreated, trembling.
"Quick... run!"
"Run?"
Jiao Li, Demon King sneered.
"In front of this King, you two-legged sheep still think you can run?"
He slowly raised his hand.
A terrifying suction force instantly erupted.
The few children only felt their bodies lighten.
They flew up uncontrollably, soaring toward the opponent.
"Mom! Help!"
Cries instantly echoed throughout the village entrance.
The villagers heard the commotion and rushed out, holding hoes and sickles.
But upon seeing the two figures.
And these bizarre methods.
Every one of them turned pale with fright.
They weren't fools.
How could a Mortal achieve such a feat of seizing people out of thin air?
Some immediately dropped their hoes and frantically kowtowed on the ground.
Others rolled their eyes and passed out instantly.
The bodies of the few children thrashed wildly in mid-air.
They were about to fall into the demon's grasp.
Suddenly.
The two demons frowned simultaneously, stopped their actions, and looked toward the end of the village path.
The children fell heavily to the ground, crying loudly from the pain.
The older child ignored the sharp pain in his body and scrambled to shield his younger siblings behind him.
The villagers also noticed the anomaly.
Why did these two demons stop?
Could it be... They followed the gaze of the two demons and looked toward the intersection.
They fully expected to see a large contingent of troops.
But there was only a woman who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen.
And behind the woman.
The winding official road appeared utterly silent.
Wind and sand swept across, and withered grass lay low.
They craned their necks and waited for a long time.
But no other figures appeared.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King gently waved the folding fan in his hand, sizing up the lone figure approaching him.
Such a young girl, yet appearing here... "Was it you who killed Jiao Xu?"
Although it was a question, his tone was absolutely certain.
Hearing this.
Jiang Yuechu looked at the opponent indifferently.
"The White Flood Dragon Clan?"
Two seemingly unconnected sentences.
But they had already allowed both sides to recognize the other's identity.
No need for further words.
Nor was there a need for further words.
Zzheng—!!!
Cold Moon was drawn from its sheath, radiating coldness.
Without any nonsense.
Her red cloak fluttered.
Jiang Yuechu transformed into a bloody afterimage, raising her blade and charging forward.
A trace of fury flashed in Jiao Li, Demon King's eyes.
A mere girl of the Human Race, seeing two Demon Kings, not kneeling for mercy was one thing.
But she even dared to attack first?
"You're courting death—!!!"
Jiao Li, Demon King roared.
His human form instantly dissolved.
His originally sinister face twisted and stretched, and bone-white scales pierced his skin, growing wildly.
In the blink of an eye.
A White Flood Dragon dozens of meters long lay across the ground.
Its body was like a winding mountain ridge, obscuring the already dim daylight.
At the same time.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, sighed as well, and the folding fan in his hand snapped shut.
His figure flashed, and he also transformed into a slightly smaller White Flood Dragon.
However, compared to Jiao Li, Demon King's scales, which were full of brutal Qi, his scales were finer and shimmered with a faint blue light.
Two Flood Dragon Demon Kings of the Zhonglian Realm.
At this moment, they unleashed their pressure without reservation.
Within the surrounding area, birds fell to the ground, and beasts crawled low.
The few children who were already terrified were now completely stiff.
"Roar—!!!"
When two Lotus Cultivation Demon Kings joined forces, even a Human Race Martial Artist at Seed Lotus Perfection would have to temporarily retreat.
Boom—!!!
Violent air currents centered on the point of impact, sweeping wildly outwards.
Withered grass was pulled out by the roots, and gravel shot out like bullets.
The children screamed in terror, instinctively closing their eyes and clinging tightly to each other.
However.
The anticipated pain did not arrive.
Only a fierce rushing wind whistled past their ears.
They tremblingly opened their eyes.
Amidst the sky-high dust.
A figure, not particularly tall, stood blocking them.
The red cloak was like blood, surging wildly in the gale.
Jiang Yuechu held her blade with one hand, and white Geng Metal Blade Aura flickered at the edge of the blade.
Facing the massive Flood Dragon head descending from the sky.
She was expressionless.
She merely flipped her wrist.
Swish—
An extremely brilliant blade light surged upward against the flow!
The blade light was like a bolt of silk, fiercely slashing onto the iron-hard scales of Jiao Li, Demon King.
Jiao Li, Demon King cried out in pain and roared. His massive head was actually forced back several zhang by this enormous force!
Right at this moment.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, on the flank, had already attacked.
Jiang Yuechu did not even turn her head.
She clenched her left fist.
The Dragon Transformation Scripture circulated, and her Qi and Blood surged like mercury paste.
Furthermore, enhanced by her demon talent, ten thousand jun of force converged into a single point.
Boom—!!!
A punch was thrown.
The air exploded, and visible ripples spread out.
"Awoo—"
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King screamed miserably, flew sideways, and plowed a deep gully into the earth.
The dust settled.
Jiang Yuechu retracted her fist and shook her wrist.
She did not pursue.
She merely tilted her head slightly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the children behind her who were already stunned.
Her clear, cold voice came through the wind and sand.
"Why aren't you leaving? Waiting to be eaten?"
The children snapped out of their daze.
The older child suddenly shivered and scrambled to his feet.
"Quick! Run!"
He pulled his younger siblings and ran wildly toward the village without looking back.
While running, he couldn't help but look back once.
That red silhouette.
Amidst the overwhelming Demonic Qi at this moment.
Appeared so thin.
Yet so... reassuring... Liangzhou Military Command.
Wei He frowned deeply and tossed his brush aside, feeling somewhat irritable.
He didn't know why.
Ever since Jiang Yuechu left, his right eyelid had been twitching incessantly.
The sound of the wind outside the window seemed louder.
Whistling as it swept past the eaves.
Making a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
"Report—!!!"
Immediately after.
A Demon Suppressing Captain rushed into the room.
"General Wei! Something terrible has happened!"
Wei He's heart sank, and he strode forward a few steps.
"What happened?"
"Outside... outside the city..."
The Captain panted heavily and quickly said: "Brothers from the Yellow Character Battalion reported that fifty li outside Liangzhou Prefecture, there is Demonic Qi... It is suspected that Great Demons above Core Formation are present..."
"And... and... it's not just one presence..."
Wei He felt a roar in his mind, and his body swayed uncontrollably.
Two Great Demons above Core Formation... even at the Ink Dot Realm.
They were not something ordinary people could handle.
At this moment.
All his doubts and anxieties were answered in this instant.
No wonder this girl left alone.
Given this girl's current cultivation level.
She probably sensed the presence of the Great Demons long ago.
But she... Wei He felt a pang in his eyes.
She didn't bring anyone, not because she was overconfident.
But because she knew clearly.
Facing two Great Demons above Core Formation.
The entire Longyou Commandery, besides herself.
Everyone else who went would only be courting death.
The simple phrase, "I'll be back shortly."
Was the promise she gave.
To Longyou.