Town Demon Envoy? Evil Spirit?

Brightstone Pavilion.

It was the tallest building in Cloud City.

At this moment, Ling Yun stood at the top of the building, gazing down at the entire Cloud City from above, bathed in the faint moonlight.

Under the shroud of night, Cloud City had lost the hustle and bustle of the day, appearing somewhat lifeless.

Besides people like him who were confident in their own strength, there were probably only those...

Just then, Ling Yun's expression shifted. He saw several dark figures flash across the rooftops in the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"It's those guys from the Demon Suppression Division!"

Even though they were separated by the thick night, Ling Yun's terrifying eyesight easily identified them.

Unlike ordinary martial artists who feared the night, Demon Suppression Envoys actually preferred to act under the cover of darkness.

Ling Yun watched the direction they disappeared with a flicker in his eyes. Instead of wandering around like a headless fly here, he might as well go join the excitement.

With a slight shift of his body, he silently followed.

East District of Cloud City.

On a long-abandoned street, three Demon Suppression Envoys dressed in black, mysterious robes slowly emerged from the darkness.

The one leading them was a middle-aged man with a stern expression.

His eyes emitted a faint green glow as he cautiously scanned his surroundings.

"According to the intel, that guy should be around here. You two be careful!"

Behind him were a young man and a young woman, both still showing some immaturity on their faces.

Unlike the middle-aged man's vigilant expression, the two appeared relaxed, as if they were out on a picnic, curiously observing everything around them.

"Hehe, Uncle Ma, it's just a newly born 'Mortal-Grade' Evil Spirit. With our strength, it'll be a piece of cake," the young girl said with a giggle, completely disregarding the middle-aged man's warning.

"Right, right, Sister Rou is right!"

The young man behind her chimed in repeatedly, his eyes constantly fixed on the girl's delicate face. Judging by the infatuation in his eyes, despite his young age, he already showed signs of being a devoted admirer.

Ma Xiu's face darkened at the two's casual attitude.

But there was nothing he could do, as the girl's father was the superior of his superior's superior!

Tonight's operation was also entirely arranged by that person. Not only did they specifically "choose" the Evil Spirit, but they even had him, a seasoned Eight-Star Demon Subduer, accompany them.

They said it was for him to train the newcomers, but in reality, he was just acting as a bodyguard.

"Even the weakest Evil Spirit needs to be treated with caution!" Ma Xiu said with a serious expression, trying to establish his authority within the team.

However, the two behind him clearly didn't take it to heart and continued to do as they pleased.

Ma Xiu's eyes twitched, but he could only sigh helplessly.

Fine, I've taught them what I should. If that old guy asks later, I'll have something to say. For now, I should finish this quickly and get these two ancestors out of here as soon as possible!

Thinking this, he stopped in his tracks.

"Shadowfiend!" Ma Xiu whispered softly.

The next moment, a mass of distorted shadow emerged from the darkness beneath his feet.

Under the moonlight, the shadow slowly writhed on the ground, extending numerous tentacle-like appendages, creating a rather eerie scene.

However, the other two showed no fear at this sight. Instead, they looked quite excited.

"Uncle Ma, is this your Spirit? What are its abilities?" The girl crouched down, extending her fair finger to poke the shadow.

As if provoked by her action, the shadow suddenly condensed into a sharp spike and lunged at her, but the girl dodged it with a giggle.

The young man beside her coughed lightly, seemingly intending to show off, "What's this? It's just a Mortal-Grade Spirit. Once I pass the Demon Suppression Envoy assessment this time, my dad promised to give me a Fiend-Grade Spirit!"

However, the girl reacted indifferently to his deliberate boasting, not even glancing at him, and merely responded with a perfunctory "Oh."

Ma Xiu didn't pay attention to the two. Unbeknownst to them, he did something, and the shadow, which had been slowly writhing on the ground, suddenly split into two.

Then, four, eight, sixteen... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of small shadows spread out in all directions like a swarm of locusts!

These shadows slipped through every crack, even the slightest fissure in the wall, as if they had no physical form, disappearing from the trio's sight in an instant.

Ma Xiu looked at the surprised expressions of the two. Although he didn't show it on his face, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

This was the ability of his Spirit – the Shadowfiend. Although its attack power wasn't great, its exploration capabilities were unmatched even by some Fiend-Grade Spirits!

It was precisely with this skill that he had gained some fame among the Demon Suppression Envoys.

Soon, from a house not far away, came angry roars.

"Found it!" Ma Xiu's expression brightened. The next moment, a large number of shadows returned to his body from all directions.

His Spirit could not leave his body for too long, so it had to be recalled as quickly as possible each time it was used.

However, just as the last shadow merged back into his body, a hint of doubt flashed in Ma Xiu's eyes. He turned his head towards the street corner not far away.

"Is it my imagination?" Ma Xiu looked at the empty street corner, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to use his Spirit to investigate again.

However, the two people who had already been unable to contain themselves rushed out one after another.

Before long, they had engaged with the Evil Spirits hiding in the shadows.

"Damn it!" Hearing the girl's exclamations, Ma Xiu couldn't help but curse inwardly. He no longer cared about anything else and quickly went to catch up.

Not long after the three left, a burly figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was Ling Yun, who had been following them all along.

Looking in the direction the three had gone, Ling Yun narrowed his eyes. After a moment of silence, he looked down at his palm. Between his fingers, he held a mass of constantly twisting and changing black shadow!

"Is this... an Evil Spirit?" Ling Yun's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he looked at the strange black shadow that kept extending sharp spikes towards him from his fingertips.

Then, he gently squeezed with two fingers. With a "hiss," the strange black shadow seemed unable to withstand the immense pressure and instantly dispersed into a pile of black ash.

Although his status panel remained silent, seeing this familiar scene, Ling Yun was certain that this strange black shadow was indeed an Evil Spirit.

But why would a Demon Suppression Envoy have an Evil Spirit within them? What were their true identities – Evil Spirits or humans?

The scene of Situ Ying transforming into a monster in the past resurfaced in his mind. He had initially thought it was a result of practicing evil arts, but now it seemed there was more to it.

At this moment, shouts and the roar of battle could be heard again from a distance. The fight seemed to be intense.

"I'll go see for myself."

Ling Yun's eyes flickered, and his figure blurred as he vanished from his spot.