"Ao Wu..."
The shrill howl tore through the firmament as a colossal Devil Race body more than a thousand zhang tall suddenly rose nearby.
Its savage eyes, crisscrossed with scarlet veins, locked onto Su Fan like a hawk fixing on its prey. A thunderous growl rumbled from its throat.
It suddenly swung its fan-like hand. The black demonic smoke coiling around its fingertips instantly condensed into a distorted divine ability, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth as it roared toward Su Fan.
Wherever it passed, the air corroded with sizzling noises, and even space rippled in waves.
Su Fan's brows drew together slightly, and a layer of frost abruptly covered his originally calm eyes.
He had never intended to meddle in other people's affairs. To him, the survival or destruction of the Chiyuan Ruins was nothing more than fleeting smoke before his eyes.
If he had not been worried about delaying his journey home, then even if everyone here died, it would have had nothing to do with him.
But these Devil Race cultivators insisted on exterminating everyone and pressing him step by step, forcing him into a situation where he had no choice but to act.
There was nothing he could do. If the Chiyuan Ruins were destroyed, the East Hedge Inn would naturally be unable to survive either.
Without the inn, and without that innkeeper, even if he wanted to go home, he would have nowhere to go.
What irritated him most was that he had paid for this.
For that ticket home, he had practically emptied his entire fortune—eight hundred thousand Spirit Crystals in total.
If the innkeeper died, whom would he ask to return those eight hundred thousand Spirit Crystals? And whom would he ask for his ticket?
Therefore, he had to protect