Night fell, but Ji Xing still hadn’t returned. Ji Lingyue lay curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, enduring the lingering pain from her recent ordeal. After several rounds of torment, her eyes were glazed, and her body was covered in bruises from her desperate struggles. In this state of extreme suffering, she was on the verge of losing her…
“Elder sister?” Yao Zhu looked at her curiously. “This demon realm of yours is really strange. People here even go around claiming to be family.” “Don’t you remember me?” Lin Wantang took a step forward, her voice urgent. “I’m your younger sister!” “Younger sister? All my siblings from the same litter were ordinary foxes. They’re all dead. Where did you…
A black palace in the northeast corner of Yandu served as Ji Xing’s temporary residence. After leaving the Hundred Demon Scroll, it took her less than half an hour to return to the palace. She tossed the captive onto the cold floor and conjured shackles to bind her limbs. They were ordinary chains, but with her spiritual roots sealed, Ji…
Her bone-white hands tightened around the woman’s slender neck, slamming her to the ground. Wutong was startled and quickly called out, “Demon Lord!” “Stay back,” Ji Xing said, looking at the woman pinned beneath her. She smiled, “Do you really think you can kill me with just this much strength?” Ji Lingyue gasped for air, her eyes bloodshot and wide…
The woman sitting behind her opened her eyes and said coldly, “This is your mission from the start. You abandoned it halfway and left it to me. At least handle the cleanup yourself.” “So stingy,” Ji Xing said, propping up her cheek with a hand, “Wutong.” A tall man stepped forward, bowing to Ji Xing before addressing the gathered demons,…