The Devil Race's Sleeping Place

Bai Nianchou, leading the Dragon Race warriors beside him, carefully evaded another search party.

They were lucky; after separating from the main group, they found a secluded corner to hide in, thus avoiding being discovered by the constantly patrolling Devil Race.

Unfortunately, the Demonic Qi around them was dissipating, and if this continued, their presence would be detected sooner or later.

Bai Nianchou's eyes darkened as he looked at a Devil Race who had strayed from the group not far away. His gaze lingered on the demon's black armor, which was covered in Demonic Qi...

There was light coming from the pit.

This was the first discovery Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue made after jumping down. It resembled a strange mine, with large and small stones emitting a ghostly blue light embedded in the jagged stone walls all around.

This blue light was very similar to the one in the eye sockets of the skeleton they encountered when they first entered the Devil Domain, but they didn't know what the purpose of these stones was.

Unlike Sang Ying's unfamiliarity and curiosity about the place, Jiang Zhuoxue felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it as soon as she landed.

He wandered deeper into the mine like a lost soul, seemingly drawn by something unknown.

Sang Ying immediately noticed something was wrong with him, but after thinking about it, she decided not to call him back.

Jiang Zhuoxue walked straight ahead as if he had lost his soul, and Sang Ying followed behind him, also getting a clear look at the inside of the mine.

The mine was very spacious, and apart from the glowing crystals embedded in the stone walls, there was nothing else to be seen along the way. The atmosphere inside the mine was clear, and the concentration of Demonic Qi inside was even much weaker than outside.

Jiang Zhuoxue walked faster and faster, and Sang Ying, no longer able to take in the unfamiliar place, hurriedly chased after him.

He was very fast; he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sang Ying became even more worried and quickened her pace, following Jiang Zhuoxue around several thick stone pillars and into the more spacious cave.

Inside the cave stand eight towering pillars, each made of luminous crystals. The towering dome stretches as far as the eye can see.

The surroundings were bathed in a deep blue light, yet there was an inexplicable sense of solemnity and reverence.

Sang Ying lowered her gaze, and beneath the dome were countless coffins carved from blue crystals, neatly arranged in rows inside the mine.

Jiang Zhuoxue was standing not far away, next to one of the three coffins placed on the high platform, seemingly containing someone who had a great relationship with him.

Sang Ying's brow twitched, and she quickly chased after Jiang Zhuoxue.

"What's wrong with you, Jiang Zhuoxue? Do you even know who you are?" Sang Ying's tone became unusually tense, and she looked at the crystal coffin with even more fear.

Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to only slowly come to his senses at this moment. He looked at Sang Ying and said with great difficulty, "It seems that my mother is lying in here."

Sang Ying's eyes widened instantly.

Jiang Zhuoxue wanted to say more, but a Feilian thrown from an unknown direction instantly stopped him.

Feilian's blade gleamed coldly as it was thrown towards Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue, accompanied by a whooshing sound as it flew through the air.

The two quickly dodged, but before they could even get their footing, several more Feilian landed on them.

After these attacks, the Demonic Qi on Sang Ying's body had almost dissipated. After she separated from Jiang Zhuoxue, the Feilian seemed to have targeted her and relentlessly chased after her.

Left with no other option, Sang Ying could only draw her sword to block.

However, fearing that the Dragon Abyss Sword's power was too great and would restrict her movements, Sang Ying took out the Floating River Sword to fight against these Feilian.

The Feilian sword, made of some unknown material, sparked when it collided with the Floating River Sword, yet it didn't even leave a dent.

Jiang Zhuoxue Feilian was only chasing after Sang Ying, Jiang Zhuoxue immediately stepped forward to help.

The two were in perfect sync; the six Feilian crashed into the surrounding stone walls one after another, either twisting into a jumble of scrap metal or embedding themselves deep into the stone walls, unable to be pulled out no matter what.

Feilian stopped what he was doing, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But before Sang Ying could catch her breath, a crystal coffin suddenly flew out and blocked Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue's path.

The two quickly dodged, and the coffin exploded open with a bang, revealing a black-feathered Devil Race with wings on its back appearing in mid-air, its dense Demonic Qi spreading out from it.

The Devil Race's eyes snapped open, revealing a blood-red hue.

"This is a high-level Devil Race!" Jiang Zhuoxue immediately pointed out, his face full of fear.

Sang Ying understood his meaning and immediately switched the sword in her hand to the Dragon Abyss Sword. At this point, she couldn't care less about being careful; saving her life was more important.

As soon as the Dragon Abyss Sword was drawn, it gave a small buzzing sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the Devil Race.

The other person's bloodshot eyes swept straight over, looking ruthless as if they wanted to devour Sang Ying whole.

Sang Ying got goosebumps all over her body, and her fear intensified.

The Devil Race let out a shriek and pounced towards Sang Ying. Its wings were large and powerful, and although the gale it stirred up did not sweep away the coffin on the ground, it did knock Sang Ying back several miles away.

The Devil Race was incredibly fast; with each attack, before Sang Ying could even see his movements, his strike had already landed on her.

Sang Ying was initially able to keep up with her opponent's speed, but this Devil Race was not only fast, but also incredibly strong. Even though Sang Ying had already gone through the body tempering stage, she was still being overwhelmed by her opponent.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoxue interfered from the sidelines, intervening from time to time, which gave Sang Ying a chance to catch her breath.

But the Devil Race's power was too great. After realizing that he could not harm Sang Ying, he transformed himself into a swarm of bats and pounced straight at Sang Ying.

Caught off guard, Sang Ying was attacked. The scattered bats instantly merged back into one person, whose wings suddenly exerted force, creating a gust of wind that instantly overturned Sang Ying.

Sang Ying felt a blur before her eyes, and then she crashed heavily onto a coffin. Jiang Zhuoxue also suffered the same fate, falling down beside her.

The coffin behind them was also damaged by the impact, with several holes appearing in it.

Jiang Zhuoxue's blood also quietly flowed into the crystal coffin through the opening.

Seeing this, the Devil Race wanted to press their advantage and seemed determined to kill Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue together.

However, the next second, a piece of black silk suddenly blocked their way, enveloping them both in a gentle Demonic Qi.

"Feilian, it's time for you to sleep." With a soft tinkling of bells, a woman draped in black veil floated down in front of Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue, protecting them firmly behind her.

Jiang Zhuoxue's gaze was fixed on her the moment the person appeared, and she wouldn't move an inch.

Even though ten thousand years have passed, even though those memories seem to have become blurred.

But Jiang Zhuoxue immediately recognized the Devil Race's identity—his mother, the Devil Race princess Boruo.