Ancient Painting

In the end, the Demonic Beasts had been played by humans.

Bai Yujun had no idea who had devised the scheme that so thoroughly ruined the demon lord. All she could say was that forgery was a talent humanity had possessed since ancient times. The beast-hide paper was a genuine antique, but what it depicted had been added later and artificially aged.

She had never heard of cultivators being skilled at such work. Most likely, they had found a professional craftsman somewhere in the streets and alleys.

"Whoever set this trap probably never expected a flood dragon like me to come as an added bonus. Forget it. I wanted to kill this pack of evil fiends anyway."

Bai Yujun shrugged her slender shoulders.

The person who had laid this trap had to be an important figure. Demonic beasts ran rampant in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Demon generals and demon commanders were countless, while numerous demon kings held watch in every direction. Anyone with insufficient cultivation who entered would merely be delivering meat to the demonic beasts. Even Demonic Beasts equivalent to the Deity Transformation Stage would be walking into death. Only a demon lord might have had a sliver of hope of succeeding.

It was no easy task to scheme against a demon lord equivalent to the Great Ascension Stage, but that person had succeeded.

They had used the immense beast horde of the Hundred Thousand Mountains as a blade. One demon lord died, while the other was injured. Had human cultivators fought the demon lords head-on, they might have had to pay a grievous price to win. Demonic beasts were different—numerous, savage, frenzied, and powerful. Even if one or two died, no one would feel any heartache.

Perhaps the only thing they had not anticipated was