Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 261 - 258: Won’t You Join In Too?

[Innate One Qi Great Capture (Great Divine Power): The highest Divine Power of the Demon Clan, capable of capturing all things and controlling heaven and earth.]

A rather impressive Great Divine Power.

Though the name feels somewhat like that of an Immortal Path skill, perhaps the Demon Clan believes such names add a touch of class.

By the way, why didn’t the opponent use this skill just now?

Could it be that the Hell Spear was too fast, leaving the opponent no time to react? Perhaps that’s indeed the case.

He did not allow his mana surge to make him arrogant.

He steadfastly continued searching for demons.

Such a life is far more interesting.

Always following the big shots on their treasure hunts—what’s the point of it? After working so hard, you might end up with nothing at all. It’s better to focus on improving your own strength first; that’s what truly matters.

Within the Abyss.

The demon fog here had reached peak intensity. This region contained demons formed from the condensed fog, many of which had already been wiped out by a group of powerful entities. Even with their overwhelming numbers, these demons posed no real threat to the mighty.

"I can feel that ancient aura being transmitted from afar,"

"But this demon fog is excessively thick, strong enough to obscure even our vision."

One of the powerful figures radiated golden light all over, resembling a blazing sun that could obscure the heavens, yet even this light couldn’t pierce through the dense demon fog—truly baffling.

"Better safe than sorry. We can’t afford to be careless,"

said another immense figure.

Shortly after,

the thick demon fog dissipated, revealing a corpse fixed in a kneeling position on a distant staircase. The sight left them utterly shocked.

It was the first corpse they had lay eyes on since their arrival.

"This corpse seems to belong to the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King. Why would he die here?" exclaimed a powerful figure in disbelief. The Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King was of Void Realm cultivation—how could his death have been so frivolous?

"Are you sure?"

"This can’t be right."

"This is the territory of the demon race. Why would the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King die here without reason? I think you must be mistaken."

Clearly, they didn’t believe it. If true, the implications would be spine-chilling.

The seasoned figure said no more, merely slowing his pace, dropping back from the front of the group to walk behind. He could firmly confirm the corpse’s identity as that of the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King.

"There’s a sacrificial altar atop those stone steps. What might be hidden within it?"

Curiosity stirred among the mighty beings.

Altars—it had to be an altar, no question about it.

They conjectured that the altar housed a priceless treasure. If they could obtain it, it would be an extravagant reward.

Thus, one figure hastened forward, fearing they might lag behind and miss the chance to witness the treasure.

The figure trailing closely muttered softly.

"Why are you walking so slowly?"

"My feet hurt, so I’m walking a little slower. What about you?"

"My feet hurt too. I’ll walk with you."

When they passed the corpse of the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King, some of the mighty paid it no heed. Yet others noticed that the corpse seemed unusual—legitimately unusual. It appeared not to have suffered any external harm, as if voluntarily kneeling there, drained of blood, energy, and spirit.

But therein lay the issue.

How could a Void Realm powerhouse willingly die in such a manner? Cultivators spend countless years striving to transcend and become immortals—there was no way this was voluntary. Otherwise, it would truly be absurd.

Soon,

cries of astonishment echoed.

"Nothing! There’s nothing on the altar. Could we have made a mistake?" shouted a mighty figure. They had come all this way in search of the Demon Clan’s treasures, yet there was nothing except an empty pool.

The inside was dried up, not even a single drop of liquid remained.

A Demon Clan powerhouse mused briefly before exclaiming, "This isn’t some treasure—it’s a Transformation Pool! That corpse isn’t the true body of the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King; it was his prior form. He underwent a transformation through the pool and changed his demon body."

Another mighty figure voiced disbelief.

"Could it be the heavy treasure we sought is merely this Transformation Pool? And now the Ten-Thousand Saints Demon King beat us to it, leaving us empty-handed?"

Frustration filled their hearts. They had come prepared, only to face such a letdown.

This wasn’t just frustrating—it felt humiliating.

"Hold on—there’s a tunnel here, and footprints! Something has passed through. The Transformation Pool isn’t the ultimate prize; the true treasure lies deeper within, where the demonic energy is stronger."

"What? There’s another path?"

"Wait, why is this hole so small? It feels like a dog hole."

"Are we crawling through?"

"Crawl..."

In the outside world.

Lin Fan enjoyed this place—the demons were highly active. He had simple demands of them: he didn’t ask for treasures, only for mana and Innate Divine Abilities.

Yet reality was often less ideal.

Slaying demons now yielded results so poor it was pitiful. Even with dozens of weak demons, merely gaining mana was already a stroke of luck—most dropped nothing at all. What more could he expect?

"Huh! What are these guys doing? The Abyss is right here, yet instead they choose to compete with me by hunting weak demons. What are they thinking?"

Lin Fan pondered, then recalled an earlier encounter with a skilled figure who also hunted demons. Could it be some kind of contest among them, a weird competition?

He approached them with a cheerful greeting.

"Fellow friends, what are you doing?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

He sized up the two individuals before him. The demonic aura on them was intense; one held a Spiritual Artifact and was constantly collecting demon blood and flesh. With a flash of light, those demons were reduced to skeletons.

This companion bore some resemblance to Xiang Junchen, though fortunately, his targets were demons.

The other seemed unremarkable, but judging by the mana fluctuations around him, this man’s strength was considerable.

"And you are..." The Demon Path demon child was visibly surprised, then quickly seemed to recall something. "You’re Lin Fan, disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect—the one who’s been marked for death by the Demon Ancestor."

The other man also showed surprise upon learning Lin Fan’s identity, seemingly astonished at Lin Fan’s background.

The recent developments in the Demon Path had been rather alarming.

The seventh son of the Red Dust Demon Sect’s Demon Ancestor being sold off was shocking news.

Who had the audacity to commit such a daring act? Naturally, people investigated, and upon uncovering the perpetrator, sought to memorize his portrait as a precaution.

"Ah, so you all recognize me—saves me from introducing myself," Lin Fan said with a grin.

The demon child laughed, "To think the proud disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect—the one Pursued under Killing Order by the Heaven Corpse Elder and the Demon Ancestor—would appear here! How could we not know you? Meeting you like this is nothing short of a stroke of luck."

He then turned to the man beside him and said.

"Brother Mu, looks like the greatest reward of this expedition is right before us! If we suppress him and present him to the Demon Ancestor, we’ll receive enormous rewards. And the residual leaves of the God Slaying Medicine are on him—obtaining that makes this our unparalleled chance!"

Greed flickered in the demon child’s eyes. Never had he expected such fortune to smile upon him.

"Very well. Let’s strike!" Mu Dong shared the same thought as the demon child—both eager to suppress Lin Fan.

No sooner had the words fallen,

the demon child attacked with a palm strike toward Lin Fan, while Mu Dong conjured a Spiritual Artifact—a flying sword wrapped in overwhelming demonic energy. With a swish, the air rippled as the blade dashed toward Lin Fan, aiming to kill.

"Ah, I addressed you so kindly as my friends, yet you intend to harm me! Don’t blame me for being impolite!"

Lin Fan’s anger surged; he’d greeted them warmly and even intended to exchange pleasantries.

But unexpectedly, they’d responded with hostility.

He retaliated with a fierce palm strike toward the demon child, his palm glowing faintly. The demon child flashed a confident smile; surely teaming up with Mu Dong would be enough to take Lin Fan down.

Yet suddenly,

the demon child’s face changed drastically as Lin Fan’s mana proved terrifying. Not only had his palm strike shattered, but an oppressive force rushed at him, crushing his bones with an audible crackling sound, as though his body might crumble at any moment.

With a loud bang,

the demon child was severely wounded, sent flying backward, coughing up blood. His body seemed flattened, having smashed into the ground and leaving a massive crater in its wake.

"How could this be?" The demon child’s body throbbed with pain; his bones were broken, and he stared at Lin Fan in disbelief—how could the latter’s mana be so overwhelming?

The sensation just now

was like confronting a towering mountain instead of mere rocks.

"Are you joking?" Mu Dong stood dumbfounded, seeing the demon child crippled with a single strike. No matter what, the demon child was a prodigy among the young Demon Path elites—how could this be?

The demon child spat blood in fury and cried, "Brother Mu, don’t be careless—this guy is strong! He’s pretending to be weak to lure us!"

Lin Fan frowned at the accusation.

Pretending to be weak to act strong?

He’d never done such a thing! Could they stop tarnishing his reputation?

Mu Dong’s expression turned serious as he controlled his flying sword; the blade trembled, splitting into multiple shadows that surged toward Lin Fan.

With a decisive palm strike, Lin Fan crushed the incoming flying sword, which shattered into pieces and scattered across the ground.

"What..."

Mu Dong’s eyes widened in disbelief, as though seeing a ghost. Reality stood before him, undeniable.

At once, he activated his Divine Skills and fled toward the distant horizon.

The demon child roared in rage upon seeing Mu Dong escape, "Brother Mu, come back! Are you leaving me behind?"

Mu Dong fled without looking back.

"I barely know you. When disaster strikes, every man for himself! You’re the one who proposed killing him—it has nothing to do with me."

The demon child nearly spat another mouthful of blood in fury. Damn it, hadn’t Mu Dong agreed with the plan too?

Now immobile, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as Mu Dong ran away.

Lin Fan calmly gazed at the fleeing figure, conjured the Hell Spear, and hurled it forward. With a hiss, the void rippled as the spear’s devastating power tore through the space.

Soon,

a muffled sound echoed, followed by a rain of blood in the distance as a figure plummeted to the ground and slammed into it heavily.

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