Fluttering Moth

Leaning sharply to the left, the black scythe in his hand slashed upward without mercy.

Beneath the hood, the green pupils of the black-robed demon king shrank violently.

His target wasn't the tiger demon.

It was him!

In a desperate situation of being attacked from both front and back, this human didn't defend himself. Instead, he chose to trade his own injuries for a fatal blow against the stronger opponent.

It tried to retreat.

But Chen Guan's scythe had already arrived.

Rip!

A huge gash was torn open in the black robe.

A wound deep enough to reach its internal organs dragged from the black-robed demon king's chest all the way down to its abdomen.

Black demon blood sprayed out.

At the same time, the tiger demon's sharp claws also dug into the center of Chen Guan's back with a muffled thud.

The sound of tearing flesh made one's teeth ache.

But the one whose flesh was torn open wasn't Chen Guan, but the tiger demon. It wildly swung its only remaining claw, howling incessantly.

"You don't need your other arm, either."

The voice was ice-cold.

The black scythe drew a deadly full moon in midair, slashing toward the tiger demon's only remaining arm.

"No!"

The tiger demon was terrified out of its wits.

It wanted to dodge.

But its heavy body now became its most fatal burden.

"How is this possible..." The smile froze on Wei Zhe's face. He watched this scene, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure it out.

"A madman who can't be beaten head-on and won't die from a sneak attack in the back... and a mage who can heal him at any time..."

Wei Zhe muttered to himself.

He then looked up and roared hysterically at the two demon kings, "How are we supposed to fight this!"

The black scythe was about to fall.

The tiger demon's other arm was on the verge of being lost.

But the black-robed demon king, who had been forced back, just watched coldly, showing no intention of helping.

"Save me!" the tiger demon let out a final desperate wail.

The black-robed demon king turned a deaf ear to its plea for help.

The arc of the black scythe didn't hesitate for a moment, tearing straight through flesh and blood.

"Pfft!"

Boiling golden demon blood gushed out, turning into a scalding mist of blood that filled the air.

"My arm!" The tiger demon's roar turned into a piercing shriek.

Its massive body crashed backward out of control, a dying beast's whimper squeezing out of its throat.

The severed arm flew out, tumbling before landing on the ground with a smack. The muffled sound of bone and flesh hitting the stone slabs made one's heart clench.

"No... impossible..."

The color instantly drained from Wei Zhe's face.

His lips trembled as if speaking to himself, "A... a freshman... just dismantled my Tier-Seven Demon King?"

His greatest trump card had been turned into a puddle of mangled flesh in just two exchanges.

Just how damn strong are you?!

The black-robed demon king just stood to the side.

"Save..."

The tiger demon rolled on the ground. Losing both arms made it impossible to even steady its posture, leaving it to pathetically bash its head against the ground.

"...save me..."

"I don't want to die."

Its blood-red single eye looked toward the black-robed demon king, letting out a plea from its throat. It could already feel the grim reaper waving at it.

"Hmph."

The black-robed demon king finally moved.

Wei Zhe's breathing stopped for a moment. A final ray of hope burst from his dimmed eyes.

He clenched his fists and muttered, "Yes... kill him! Kill him now!"

But the black shadow drifted forward, its clothes unruffled, landing without a sound.

It walked straight toward the fallen tiger demon.

Wei Zhe's voice caught in his throat.

The next moment, a chill rose from his tailbone and drilled into the marrow of his bones.

A withered, skeletal claw reached out from the sleeve, and five pitch-black nails plunged straight into the tiger demon's back.

"You...!"

The tiger demon's single eye first showed astonishment, which was then replaced by the sheer absurdity of ultimate betrayal.

It roared with its last bit of strength, "Why!"

A powerful suction force came from the claw.

The tiger demon's burly body rapidly shriveled, its muscles and skin collapsing against its bones.

The golden demon blood turned into countless threads of blood, torn from the wound and pouring backward into the withered claw!

Long Ao stopped his punches and couldn't help but say, "What is that guy doing? Killing his own people?"

Yin Chen's voice was low, "The dried corpses downstairs... is this how they were made?"

Su Yuehe watched the bizarre scene of mutual slaughter before her eyes, "Sucked dry... flesh, demon power, and even the soul."

"Stop!" Wei Zhe jumped up, shocked by the scene, and screamed, "What are you doing! That's my man! We had a deal!"

The black-robed demon king ignored him, and the tiger demon's struggles grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, with a violent shudder of its whole body, it stopped moving entirely.

As the black-robed demon king withdrew its hand, the massive, deflated skin sack let out a soft poof and crumbled into a pile of pale white ashes on the ground.

A gust of wind blew past, leaving nothing behind.

The black-robed demon king let out a satisfied sigh.

The aura around it became incredibly heavy, and an oppressive pressure that made chests tight spread out with it at the center.

It raised its head, the green pupils beneath the hood turning toward Wei Zhe, who was slumped on the ground.

"Your man?" The voice was filled with contempt. "A fool who helps count the money after being sold out, and you dare tell me this is your man?"

"You... you lied to me!" Wei Zhe's face was deathly pale. He pointed at it, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. "You promised me."

"I only promised to help you open the Myriad Demon Tower." Surging demonic aura rushed out of its body, making the black robe billow loudly. "As for helping you? Heh, do you really think I came here for a bug like you that can be crushed casually?"

Deep within the hood, two spots of green light ignited.

"Lied to you?"

The laughter was disdainful.

"You're not even qualified to be deceived by me."

As it spat out the last word, heavy air pressure crushed out in all directions.

"Ah..."

Wei Zhe's scream was cut off in his throat.

His body lifted off the ground uncontrollably, smashing into a distant broken wall like a torn sack.

The black robe could no longer withstand the surging demonic aura inside.

It shattered inch by inch, turning into countless fragments that scattered everywhere, revealing its true form underneath.

It looked quite large, but after revealing its true form, it turned out to be a fluttering moth.

Su Yuehe chimed in with a timely explanation: the scientific name for this little creature was the Thousand-Faced Moth, a demon specializing in illusions and extremely hard to kill.

The Thousand-Faced Moth no longer had the slightest interest in the paralyzed Wei Zhe in the corner.

It couldn't even be bothered to spare another glance at the wet stain spreading beneath the man.

A useless human, dead or alive, didn't matter. To it, Wei Zhe no longer had any value.

Its gaze stopped on the continuously silent Chen Guan.

"What a fine vessel, and with that skill in healing, you really make me see you in a new light. So you're a Tier-Six."

Having gained new strength, the Thousand-Faced Moth could finally see Chen Guan's true strength clearly, which put its mind at ease. The unknown was always the most terrifying.

The wind had passed, the rain had stopped, and the fluttering moth felt like it could take on the world again.

The words sounded like praise, but they gave everyone present a layer of goosebumps on their backs.