But the Demon-Subduing Land was hardly a place ordinary people could go. Even demonic cultivators dared not set foot there lightly.
Yet she had gone there anyway, because she knew the people of the Night Demon Sect would not venture into that place.
Before that, however, Yan had not been entirely without hesitation. After all, in everyone's eyes, the Demon-Subduing Land was synonymous with the Death Holy Land.
But she had no choice then. If she did not go there, she would certainly die. If she entered the Demon-Subduing Land, she might still preserve a thread of hope for survival.
With that thought in mind, Yan stepped into the Demon-Subduing Land. Standing within its bounds, she heaped scorn on the Night Demon Sect disciples who had come to capture her.
She said, "You'd better hope I die in the Demon-Subduing Land. Otherwise, one day, I'll make you regret everything you've done today."
People driven into a corner often showed a fierce, solitary courage.
The moment she entered the Demon-Subduing Land, its demonized plants entangled her. But Yan was, after all, a disciple with some cultivation, so severing that vegetation took only an instant.
What she did not know was that the terror of these things lay not in their entangling vines, but in the poison on their branches and leaves. Only at the instant she lost consciousness completely did she finally realize how formidable those plants were.
She had no idea what happened while she was unconscious. She only remembered waking up in a small wooden cabin.
Then she met Meng'er, who was coming in with water, and the Nightmare Demon, who remained at the doorway without entering.
Meng'er had found her in the Demon-Subduing Land and had carefully tended her wounds while she was unconscious.
Only at that moment