An awkward silence fell for a few seconds.
The Blood Demon Clan scattered and fled, screaming as if they had seen a ghost.
Wang Wen watched the spirit Fox casually cast a spell, recalling the deep red substance that enveloped him like a living thing during their previous encounter.
It felt like waking from a dream.
He almost forgot that this seemingly harmless little Fox in front of him was once a ruthless and deadly demon!
If not mentioned, it goes unnoticed.
Upon closer inspection, the crimson mist released by the Blood Demon Clan does indeed resemble the deep red substance released by the Fox during their battle.
The only difference is that the former is thin and the latter is viscous; the former is slow and cumbersome, while the latter is as agile as a living thing.
They seem to originate from the same source but are at different levels.
Wang Wen boldly analyzed, "Is it possible that the moves those guys down there are the ones you invented?"
The spirit Fox opened her hand, and the red mist she had just collected floated in her palm, now condensed into clusters of blood-red matter.
Looking at the blood-red substance, she said to Wang Wen, "Immortal, it's definitely the little fox's Blood Devouring Art. However, it seems that their cultivation level is not high enough; its activity is very poor and its power is weak."
Wang Wen didn't speak again, but nodded thoughtfully.
He still clearly remembers that the last "ingredient" missing when he created the immortal stone out of thin air was the magic power within this level.
Logically speaking, one has 500 levels and the other has 200 levels; they are two completely unrelated worlds separated by such a large gap.
As a result, the immortal stones used by the great demons in the 500th level for cultivation could be powered by the magic power in the 200th level, and the attack moves of the Blood Demon Clan in the 200th level were of the same origin as the ultimate techniques of the great demons in the 500th level.
There are so many intricate connections between them, going back and forth.
What does it really mean?
Magic? Mana?
Wang Wen originally thought that she had managed to synthesize so many different forces into a unified energy through the Five-Fold Enlightenment.
Now it seems that's not entirely true.
True Qi, spiritual power, magical power, sorcery, divine power.
These various energies we have encountered so far may seem unrelated, but they are actually likely all of the same essence, only differentiated into different levels.
Wang Wen pondered silently as she chased after the fleeing Blood Demon Clan.
He has some experience in fighting.
Just like a child who is beaten and cries will definitely run to their parents.
Even a lowly soldier who is beaten to tears will run to his superior.
By following the clues, it's easy to find the corresponding target.
As expected.
Wang Wen easily followed the "crying soldier" to the headquarters of this Blood Demon Clan.
It's a heavily guarded stone castle not far away.
The interior was brightly lit.
In the spacious and bright hall, many Blood Demon Clan, dressed differently but looking similar, were eating, drinking, and chatting noisily.
Voices kept flattering the Red Fatty in the main seat:
"Your Majesty, the conquest is nearing completion. The remaining scattered tribes are no match for us. This time, we've truly succeeded and can finally hold our heads high! It's finally our turn to be in charge!"
"The royal family is so stubborn and inflexible; it's long overdue for Your Majesty to take charge!"
"Once we can pry open that little girl's mouth and find the royal family's secret treasure, the royal lineage will officially bid farewell to the stage, and from then on, this entire world will belong to Your Majesty!"
The Red Fatty in the main seat was laughing so hard his eyes were almost closed.
He frequently raised his glass and splashed wine at the crowd.
He spilled the entire drink onto the stone ground after only a few sips.
Just as a large group of people were laughing and joking, a "soldier" came running in crying through the castle gate.
He shouted loudly, "It's terrible! Your Majesty! The enemy is attacking!"
Those inside the hall snapped angrily, "What's the panic? Where's the enemy?"
The soldier turned around with some surprise and pointed to Wang Wen and the others who were walking in leisurely through the main gate.
Upon seeing Wang Wen's fair and delicate skin, those inside the hall angrily pointed at the soldier and shouted, "You're a mainland spy!"
The soldier quickly denied it.
"Otherwise, how could they have gotten here?" The people in the hall cursed him as they assumed fighting stances, awaiting the Red Fatty's orders.
The soldier, on the verge of tears, exclaimed, "No one could stop them as they fought their way here!"
The crowd rushed to the nearby window to look outside.
The more heavily guarded the stone castle was, the more red-skinned people lay on the ground.
They truly stormed in openly and honestly.
Absolutely no water added.
The Red Fatty in the main seat immediately changed his expression, ordering his men to stop Wang Wen while he led his men to retreat to the back.
Mainland Chinese!
There are only five people!
They could then so brazenly storm into the underground stronghold.
Even the royal army was shattered, and he had only just begun to reorganize the remnants; how could he dare to confront the mainland head-on?
Turning around and running away is the most basic respect for life.
Interestingly...
He ran.
His men weren't stupid; they all followed him.
These cowards, who wouldn't even dare to fight on the ground, how could they possibly stand up and resist the enemy? They all ran away faster than the last.
Those who were thin but had long legs even ran past the Red Fatty and ran ahead, making the Red Fatty yell loudly in anger.
Upon entering the castle, Wang Wen was speechless as she watched a group of red-skinned people scatter in panic, their courage even less than that of the guards.
I'm too lazy to play hide-and-seek with them in the winding castle.
Wang Wen spread her arms wide, Five-Fold Enlightenment spread the energy evenly, expanding it horizontally into a huge plane that deeply penetrated the walls of the entire castle.
The next second.
The castle broke apart from the opening through which energy had seeped in, and the entire structure was lifted into the air.
Those who were lucky enough to stand below the breach stared in disbelief at the sky above.
Unlucky people screamed as they fell from the rising castle.
Some people who were somewhat familiar with the mainland cried out in fear and despair, "A forbidden spell! This is definitely a forbidden spell! The person who came is Dabus, the top-tier grand mage of the mainland!!"
The scene was noisy, and the wail couldn't carry very far, but whether people heard it or not, no one dared to run anymore. The castle's cover had been completely blown open, leaving the area in sight empty with nowhere to hide. All the Blood Demon Clan on the ground lay prostrate on the ground, begging for mercy from Wang Wen.
This was the first time Wang Wen had undertaken such a large-scale operation, and carrying the castle made movement slightly inconvenient.
He Jiong was standing nearby, had the keen eye to go out and ask the Blood Demon Clan who their leader was.
Many red-skinned people quickly lay down and made way.
A Red Fatty was clearly visible crawling on the ground not far away.
The Red Fatty, furious at how readily his men had betrayed him, gritted his teeth. Forget about punishing them, he He Jiong with He Jiong, sweating profusely, "Master, spare my life! The previous battles were all started by those fools in the royal family. We, the collateral branches, have always opposed war with the mainland. Please believe me, Master, our Blood Demon Clan will never set foot on the mainland again, and those foolish royals have already received their due punishment!"
He Jiong spoke on behalf of the eldest brother, asking him, "Where are those members of the royal family being kept?"
"Huh?" The Red Fatty looked up, puzzled.
He Jiong on his boss's current display of power, He Jiong kicked the Red Fatty to the ground and shouted, "I'm asking you, where are the royal family members being held!"
Not long after.
Wang Wen and the others followed the Red Fatty to the stone cell where the "remnants" of the royal family were imprisoned.
Here, rows of neat stone cells were built, their doors locked with large iron and wood doors, and inside were mostly members of the royal family of high status.
They were all tortured beyond recognition, and were basically too weak to live. It was clear that if the Red Fatty hadn't wanted to extract the information he wanted, he wouldn't have spared them any chance of survival.
In the deepest part of the stone prison, a separate cell held the most important target.
She was the only remaining princess with pure blood in the Blood Demon Clan Clan's royal lineage, and her situation was slightly better than that of the ordinary members outside.
The weakness wasn't that severe.
It's just that most of the body is missing.
Wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, she lay listlessly on the stone bed.