The mountain wind howled, and the chill spread everywhere.
Lin Fan looked at Mu An and said seriously, "Although I rarely leave Blood Soul Peak, I know that the small mountain we just passed was Black Wolf Cliff. Yet there was nothing there."
Mu An was silent for a moment before saying, "You're very clever—a true talent. But if you stay at Blood Soul Peak, you can only become a talisman-making machine."
"If you leave the Blood Demon Sect with me, you'll receive many benefits you could never get here."
"What do you mean?"
Lin Fan froze, but his body tensed slightly as he prepared to fight at any moment.
Mu An raised his head toward the distance and sighed softly. "For the sake of allying with the Demon Cultivators, the Blood Demon Sect abandoned most of Blood Soul Peak. Junior Brother, don't you find this act of cutting off flesh to feed a tiger disgusting?"
He looked back at Lin Fan, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and continued, "As long as you come with me, you can live—and live very well."
"If I refuse, I'll die, right?"
"You have no choice."
Mu An shook his head.
Suddenly, the ground exploded with a bang. One black demonic hand after another appeared from thin air and seized Lin Fan by the thighs.
In the next second, Mu An's expression changed slightly. The "Lin Fan" standing there suddenly transformed into a Snow Demon Wolf, which the demonic hands crushed to pieces on the spot.
"Avatar Talisman!"
His pupils contracted, and he cried out in surprise.
A shrill howl came from behind. A terrifying black force, carrying overwhelming momentum, came crashing down.
Mu An did not even raise his head. He merely extended one hand, unleashing a terrifying suction force that