"Black Demon Sect? How dare they!"
"Dare? People die for wealth, and birds die for food. For the legendary Divine Demon Legacy, what's a little risk?"
In the darkness, strands of divine sense intertwined in the void, filled with schadenfreude and anticipation.
Yang Lingtian traveled through the mountains.
The deeper he went, the denser the Demonic Fiendish Qi became.
It had nearly turned into a black liquid, flowing through the air.
The surrounding rocks all displayed a strange dark-red color, as if they had been soaked in endless blood.
Occasionally, some blind ferocious beast was drawn by the scent of living human blood emanating from him and charged over with a roar.
Yet before it could approach within a hundred zhang of him, it would let out a shrill wail.
Its enormous body was crushed into a pool of blood mist by the invisible aura.
Not a single corpse remained along the way.
He was like a deity walking through his own backyard; no danger could stop him in the slightest.
After traveling for roughly half an hour, he arrived at a narrow, elongated valley.
On either side stood cliffs towering ten thousand ren, as if carved by knives and axes, rising straight into the clouds and leaving only a sliver of sky between them.
This place was called Dragon Breaking Valley.
Legend had it that in ancient times, a true dragon had been severed here, and dragon blood had dyed the entire valley red.
The instant Yang Lingtian stepped into the valley entrance, his ever-calm gaze shifted slightly.
He sensed a hint of hostility.
It was extremely faint, perfectly concealed by the dense Demonic Fiendish Qi here, but it still could not escape his perception.
"So... there are still people who aren't afraid of death?"
He spoke inwardly, the