Watching Xu Zimo's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Monk Dazhi carried a chair out from the inn.
He sat in the chair, his gaze fixed tightly in the direction of Demon Suppressing Ridge, utterly motionless.
"This time, I'll meet you as the Devil Master," Xu Zimo murmured.
He walked step by step toward Demon Suppressing Ridge.
Above, devil clouds stretched for thousands of miles, roaring furiously. The closer he drew to Demon Suppressing Ridge, the darker the sky became.
Until, in the end, it had completely fallen into profound darkness.
Demon Suppressing Ridge stretched as far as the eye could see.
The path leading to Demon Suppressing Ridge had long been overgrown with weeds, for no one had come here in a very long time.
Slow footsteps sounded as Xu Zimo made his way step by step to the front of Demon Suppressing Ridge.
The entrance into Demon Suppressing Ridge was a winding, twisting path.
Lush forest sprawled along both sides, with Vast Sky Great Trees rising from the earth one after another.
"Halt, intruder!" A stern shout stopped Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw a man in a yellow robe standing at the entrance.
He held a long spear, Spear Intent blazing around his body.
He stared at Xu Zimo like a tiger eyeing its prey.
"This is Demon Suppressing Ridge. Entry is forbidden. Leave at once."
Hearing the man's words, Xu Zimo smiled.
He raised a hand, and boundless devilish energy surged forth from his Hell Suppressing Demon Body.
"I know. I came specifically for Demon Suppressing Ridge."
"You're courting death!" the yellow-robed man shouted.
He directly hurled the long spear in his hand toward Xu Zimo.
Spear Intent tore through the air from the weapon, shattering layer upon layer of space, while the