The Mysterious Great Demon

How could a Demon Spirit Vine exist within this Death Mist?

Could this place... also be related to the Medicine Sect?

Chen Changming frowned slightly, releasing his divine sense to scan the distance.

The Death Mist imposed certain restrictions on his divine sense, so he could only scan a radius of a hundred zhang.

"It's coming, it's coming..."

Chen Changming heard the Demon Spirit Vine shouting excitedly in his ear.

"Can you sense its cultivation level?"

Chen Changming asked.

"Early eighth-level, slightly higher than mine..."

The Demon Spirit Vine replied.

Early eighth-level?

Chen Changming's expression relaxed. A Beast of this cultivation level was equivalent to a first-layer Nascent Soul Realm human cultivator, though its actual combat power could reach the second layer.

Chen Changming did not fear a Beast of such cultivation.

With a flick of his hand, he suddenly drew a long cyan sword.

This sword was none other than the one left behind by the Green Lotus Sword Immortal.

The blade was already at the level of a mid-grade spirit treasure, possessing astonishing power, more than enough to sever the body of any eighth-level Beast.

The gray mist churned as a massive black monstrosity lunged forward, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

"I'm going to eat you..."

The Demon Spirit Vine suddenly spoke, its roar a garbled, incoherent mess.

Black tentacles, resembling Black Dragons, lashed out toward the Demon Spirit Vine.

The Demon Spirit Vine was startled; it hadn't expected its own kind to attempt to devour it the moment they met.

"Master, save me!"

It hurriedly cried out for help.

"Coming!"

Chen Changming responded, charging forward with the cyan sword in hand.

In that instant, his body turned pitch black, his formidable physical defense pushed to its absolute limit!

A bolt of black lightning plunged into