Demon Night

Demon Night

The sun set in the west, and night descended.

Monster Refining Mountain shed its skies full of evening glow. Gone was the clarity of daylight; it became deep and oppressive.

The night wind was bleak and cold. Insects and snakes crawled across the ground, and now and then demon beasts gave low growls. No one knew what dangers lurked within the darkness.

Fortunately, Xun Ziyou was a late-stage Golden Core Cultivator.

Mo Hua followed behind him, and they encountered no danger along the way.

Using their Movement Techniques and the cover of night, the two once more reached the depths of the dense forest—the place where Blood Creek murmured and bones lay strewn into a beach.

It was only the Hour of the Dog. Moonlight like ice spilled over White Bone Beach, suffusing it with a piercing, inexplicable chill.

Yet there was still no sign of any Demon Cultivators nearby.

So the two waited in the vicinity.

They waited until the hour of the boar. Then, all at once, a demonic wind surged up, and a thick stench of blood spread through the air.

Perched in a tree, Mo Hua lowered his gaze and saw one gloomy black shadow after another emerge within the dense forest concealed by the Divine Dao Array.

Those shadows were wrapped in black robes, neither quite human nor quite demon. Some stood on two legs, while others crawled on all fours. They emerged from the darkness of the forest and gradually gathered by White Bone Beach.

Under the cold moonlight, one after another, they looked like vicious ghosts crawling out of Purgatory, enough to chill anyone's heart at the sight.

After a while, another group of Demon Cultivators arrived.

Some dragged, some carried on their backs, and some shouldered the bloody corpses or