Fighting the Demon Horde Alone

Aside from the Yellow Weasel, there were a total of twelve tall Dog Demons.

This number matched the memories left behind by his predecessor almost exactly.

Excluding the old, the weak, the women, and the children, the enemy could occupy a territory and reign supreme with just these double-digit elite demons, intimidating the eight hundred soldiers of Baiyun County into not daring to leave the city and leaving over a hundred bailiffs trembling with fear.

Yet, they were still the most inconspicuous group among the several major Demon Race factions.

"I didn't think you would come, and I certainly didn't think you would stand before me like this."

Atop a massive palanquin, the Yellow Weasel lazily raised its head, looking down from its vantage point as it gently picked at its fingernails. "Since you're here, I'll ask you a question while I'm at it."

As it spoke, its hoarse voice remained incredibly flat, only its eyes shifting slightly.

"Do you have any sons? I've lost two sons, and I only have a total of..." It counted on its fingers, a flash of irritation crossing its eyes.

"I can't remember... although I wasn't very fond of them, it feels a bit uncomfortable to suddenly have two fewer."

"It's a bit strange, why were all the places they disappeared under your jurisdiction?"

"In consideration of your past respect, give me an explanation, and I'll leave your corpse intact."

With that, it lay back down, and the elite Dog Demons beneath the palanquin curled their lips, revealing cold, sharp fangs.

"..."

Shen Yi tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade, responding to the question with action.

He stepped forward suddenly, power surging through his palms, and in an instant, he closed the distance to the lead Dog Demon. Before the creature's pupils could even contract, the blade had already silently plunged into its heart.

Puchi!

The entire process was as fast as a thunderclap. It wasn't until he exhaled his first breath of stale air that the remaining Dog Demons reacted, their roars echoing throughout the entire village!

The palanquin, carried by twelve demons, finally swayed for the first time.

The Yellow Weasel propped itself up and looked down, catching the gaze of Shen Yi. In the young man's clear eyes, there was neither sorrow nor joy, only a dense, concentrated killing intent.

It leaned over the edge of the palanquin, a fierce light emerging from eyes obscured by sagging skin, and let out a low, rumbling hiss:

"So this is how you killed my sons?"

"And now! You want to kill me too!"

As it spoke, its obese body suddenly soared into the air, blotting out the sky. The bag-like flesh on its arms trembled violently, followed by a palm strike with the force of a mountain-splitting blow!

The remaining Dog Demons also set down the palanquin, hunching their bodies, saliva dripping from the gaps in their fangs as they roared and blocked all of the young man's paths of retreat.

The moment the Yellow Weasel's fleshy claws descended, Shen Yi shifted his stance again, unleashing his Spirit Snake Eight Steps, which had reached the Great Perfection stage, to their full potential.

Though he was clearly surrounded by an airtight wall of demons, he moved with the ease of a stroll, weaving right through them.

As the obese body crashed to the ground, Shen Yi backhanded his blade, cleanly slicing off the head of another Dog Demon.

In his eyes, these so-called "elites," who only knew how to howl and rely on hunting instincts, were riddled with openings, far inferior to the Ape Demon he had encountered that day.

In a short span of time, two more lives were harvested.

The Yellow Weasel's strike missed, and its previous laziness vanished instantly: "Get out of the way!"

It roared, its obese body far more agile than it appeared. It struck back with another heavy palm, and this time, a scarlet Sha Qi emerged from its skin—it was clearly enraged.

Under the Yellow Weasel's roar, the other Dog Demons stopped their movements, clearing a path for it.

But this very action made Shen Yi's blade work even more fluid. His figure was like a ghost, sticking close to the Dog Demons and slitting their throats one by one.

The Yellow Weasel, conversely, had to be careful not to injure its own men, leaving it restricted and clumsy. Another punch missed, and a manic rage surged in its heart.

Three... six... eight!

It was difficult for demon creatures to reproduce, and with those who failed to gain intelligence or died prematurely, only the sturdiest survived.

Over so many years, it had only accumulated a dozen or so descendants, and in the blink of an eye, more than half were dead.

Watching two more Dog Demons die under the slaughtering blade, Shen Yi stood with his back to it, slowly drawing his long blade.

"Die for me!"

The Yellow Weasel roared and lunged forward, its massive arms pinning two of the obstructing Dog Demons as it charged.

Puchi! Puchi!

The remaining Dog Demons looked up in a daze, staring at their demon father in disbelief.

A steel blade had pierced through their lower abdomens from behind, skewering them like gourds.

"Now, can you remember how many sons you have?"

Shen Yi stood behind the two demons, holding his blade sideways. Looking at the stunned Yellow Weasel, a cold, chilling smirk curled the corners of his blood-stained, fair face.

In the village, the few remaining villagers looked up, even though they had suffered all the miseries of the world.

After seeing the scene before them, they clutched their hands tighter, feeling a sense of bone-chilling dread.

The relatively slender young bailiff stood straight, and beneath his feet lay a horrifying mess of severed limbs and broken arms. The heads of the demon dogs rolled down to the edge of the fields, their expressions twisted in extreme agony.

The parched mud was irrigated into a dark red by blood, and a foul, fishy stench permeated the entire village.

One man, one blade—starting from his feet, the area ahead was like a ghost realm, while behind him remained the original village.

The terrifying, obese demon dog panted, its fat trembling.

Shen Yi slowly pointed his blade at the center of the Yellow Weasel's brow, tilting his head: "I thought you enjoyed this kind of scene."

If they didn't enjoy it, why bother dismembering people into dozens of pieces and tossing them haphazardly around the courtyard?

The Yellow Weasel raised its head and suddenly let out a wheezing laugh: "They're all dead and gone, which actually makes things much easier."

As it spoke, the flesh on its body began to tremble with a certain rhythm, and then a scarlet Sha Qi surged from its skin, thicker than mist, instantly shrouding everything in the vicinity.

Anything the scarlet Sha Qi touched, whether it was a corpse or a pool of blood, began to emit a "hissing" sound of corrosion, melting into pus in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this anomaly, Shen Yi did not panic.

He had been prepared; since the opponent was a Great Demon, it had transcended, so how could it only know a few physical moves?

In a single breath, the five major apertures within his body began to circulate simultaneously. A white mist imbued with scarlet clung to his skin, and the moment it touched the Sha Qi, it was like water meeting fire, consuming it rapidly!

He did not waste any more time.

Shen Yi stepped forward again, his long blade hacking down fiercely!

Shhh-la—

The blade landed squarely in the center of the Yellow Weasel's neck and shoulder. Carrying the breath of heaven and earth, the strike tore through the creature's flesh like paper, a massive gash extending from its shoulder all the way to its lower abdomen.

The next moment, a scarlet Sha Qi ten times denser than before erupted from the wound.

The Yellow Weasel's head hung limp, but it used its bone joints to clamp down on the blade, lunging viciously at Shen Yi as if it wanted to knead him into its own body.

"..."

Shen Yi released the hilt.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist and threw a punch without any flair!

Under the force of that fist, the fat on the Yellow Weasel's body rippled like waves!