The sudden turn of events filled Zi Ling and Kongming with horror.
They could hardly be blamed for their shock.
Judging by that brief exchange, the cyan-black toad before them had undoubtedly stepped into the cinnabar flow realm.
And he was no mediocre fighter even within that realm... he might already have reached the late cinnabar flow realm.
Yet someone had slammed him into the mud in an instant.
Without revealing the slightest trace of a Dao Painting's aura.
That meant whoever had smashed this demon underground had not even used a Dao Painting!
What did that mean?!
Without using a Dao Painting, someone had relied on brute physical strength alone to smash a cinnabar flow Great Demon straight into the ground.
Whoever had struck had to be at least a wandering void sea realm cultivator... only then could they accomplish such a feat with their physical body alone.
But that raised a question.
Why would a mighty wandering void sea realm cultivator appear in this godforsaken backwater?
With that question in mind, the two strained to find the person who had struck.
Only when the dust began to settle.
Did they finally make out the newcomer's appearance.
She wore a plain white robe, her hair tied atop her head, her brows like the dark contours of distant mountains and her eyes as cold as autumn waters.
Yet the sight of this seemingly ordinary girl made Zi Ling's expression change.
"Ink... inkfall?"
Was this some kind of joke?!
An inkfall realm cultivator could beat a cinnabar flow realm demon like this with physical strength alone?!
In the deep crater in the mud, foul-smelling miasma churned violently.
With a savage roar, shattered stone and earth exploded outward.
The Toad Immortal Lord's massive Demon Form heaved up from the bottom of the