Chapter 119: Frenzy

Han Yi sheathed the Seven Stars Sword on his back and turned to look at the fallen Black Demon.

"Fortunately, I brought two sword artifacts this time, or I might not have been able to kill it."

"This four-meter-tall Black Demon's strength is comparable to a Peak Qi Refinement cultivator, but its defense is ridiculously high. Even a group of Peak Qi Refinement cultivators would struggle to break through its defenses and kill it."

"Plus, I'm down to my last Seven Stars Sword. This mission is going to be tough."

Han Yi felt no anxiety, only a hint of regret.

If he had brought the Wind Demon Dagger or the Chengying Sword, this battle wouldn't have been so difficult.

"If a four-meter-tall Demon Race warrior is this hard to kill, how can we possibly take down the six-meter-tall Clan Chief Cang, even with a dozen Legendary Qi Refinement cultivators surrounding him?"

A sudden doubt surfaced in Han Yi's mind, but he felt no fear.

In this Cave Heaven World, everyone seemed consumed by battle frenzy, likely because their Grand Void Bodies granted them a form of indirect immortality upon entering.

Outside this realm, facing death, cultivators would carefully weigh their options. Here, they charged forward recklessly, heedless of the consequences.

This, too, must be part of the purpose of the True Dawn Grand Void Heaven: to provide all cultivators who enter the Cave Heaven with the opportunity to hone their combat skills through frenzied battles and repeated trials and errors.

Han Yi turned and swiftly charged deeper into the Cave Heaven. Three hundred meters behind him, He Fengdi stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief.

What had he just witnessed?

Han Yi, an Eighth Layer Qi Refinement cultivator, had single-handedly slain a four-meter-tall Black Demon?

The implications were staggering. He Fengdi, a veteran of the Cave Heaven Trial, knew full well that a four-meter Black Demon was equivalent to a Peak Qi Refinement cultivator from the Human Race—and far surpassed human cultivators in defensive capabilities.

Normally, it took three to four Peak Qi Refinement cultivators working together to bring down a single four-meter Demon Race warrior.

He Fengdi himself had only reached the Peak Qi Refinement Stage a few years prior and had witnessed the brutal struggle of his Senior Brothers from the Profound Pill Sect, all Peak Qi Refinement cultivators, barely managing to slay a four-meter Demon during the previous Cave Heaven Trial. He understood intimately how difficult these demons were to kill.

At first, he thought he must have misseen. But Han Yi's aura was undeniably the same as before, and Han Yi had even greeted him earlier in the forest. There was no room for doubt.

"No wonder he qualified for a Cave Heaven slot," He Fengdi mused. "He's been hiding his true strength well. I wonder which Supreme Elder he's apprenticed to."

His thoughts drifted back to the White Tiger Market, where Sword Immortal Chu Jinmo had personally invited Han Yi to join their expedition to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. Chu Jinmo must have known Han Yi's true identity.

Back then, He Fengdi and the others had only allowed Han Yi to join out of respect for Chu Jinmo. Now, it seemed Han Yi had possessed the strength and confidence to navigate the Myriad Demon Mountain Range alone.

After indulging in these speculations, He Fengdi quickly regained his composure. He briefly considered chasing after Han Yi, but realizing his own speed was far inferior, he abandoned the idea and focused on battling his way through the demon horde.

Meanwhile, Han Yi, having slain the four-meter-tall Black Demon, accelerated to top speed. Ignoring the swarming demons around him, he relied on his Light Body Technique to evade them, single-mindedly advancing toward his objective.

Moments later, he arrived at the Ancestral Temple of the Cang Seven Division, a familiar scene unfolding before him.

However, the battle for the temple had already begun.

The six-meter-tall Black Demon, now identified as the Patriarch of the Cang Seven Division, no longer fought bare-handed. He wielded a massive stone axe, its crude surface swirling with terrifying demonic energy that seemed capable of crushing space itself.

"Not twelve Legendary Qi Refining cultivators... but sixteen!" Han Yi gasped, a fierce battle intent surging within his chest, barely contained.

Sixteen Legendary Qi Refining cultivators crisscrossed the battlefield, relentlessly encircling Clan Chief Cang, the towering six-meter-tall Black Demon.

However, the moment Han Yi arrived, Clan Chief Cang had already cleaved one of the Legendary Qi Refining cultivators in two with a single strike. Seizing the opportunity created by this momentary opening, the remaining cultivators unleashed a barrage of radiant energy, blasting Clan Chief Cang's chest and sending black blood spurting into the air, clearly wounding him.

"That's Senior Brother An!"

"But how did Senior Brother An manage to bring his weapon in here? What's going on?"

Among the Legendary Qi Refining cultivators, Han Yi recognized a familiar figure: An Xin, the Senior Brother from Azure Dragon Peak who ranked second on the Profound Pill Sect's Earth Ranking.

The top two positions on the Profound Pill Sect's Earth Ranking were both held by Legendary Qi Refining cultivators, with An Xin second only to Geng Changxu of White Tiger Peak, the undisputed leader of the ranking.

An Xin now wielded a Top-Grade Magic Artifact—a unique chessboard. Within its checkered surface shimmered the illusory forms of eighteen different weapons, their spirit lines intertwined. With a flick of his fingers, he could draw forth these projections, transforming them into tangible blades and spears, each rivaling ordinary Top-Grade Magic Artifacts in power.

Han Yi glanced briefly at the Ancestral Temple before turning his pale golden eyes to survey the surrounding area.

He froze.

The number of cultivators had swelled to over a hundred, each at the Peak Qi Refinement stage.

Han Yi instantly understood: only those who had broken through the Black Demon blockade could have reached this place—Peak Qi Refinement cultivators and those beyond. Ordinary Qi Refinement practitioners couldn't even handle three-meter-tall Black Demons; in the Cang Seven Division, they wouldn't be able to advance an inch.

ROAR!

An earth-shattering roar shook the heavens and the earth, stunning and repelling the three Legendary Qi Refining cultivators who had been besieging the six-meter-tall Black Demon. A murderous glint flared in the demon's eyes as an ancient aura, thick with oppressive demonic energy, radiated from its colossal frame.

Xie Jingshan, still meditating in the void with only three war banners floating before him, felt a chill run through his eyes.

"He's going all out! Kill him!"

The Legendary Cultivators trembled violently, sensing the critical moment. Even the hundred Peak Qi Refinement cultivators who had been observing the battle surged forward fearlessly.

If this Black Demon fell, the Grand Void Light Pillar would shatter, and the Grand Void Tokens would disintegrate. If they didn't seize this moment, their chance would vanish forever.

Just then, from a high vantage point, one could see the six-meter-tall Black Demon standing before the Cang Tribe's Ancestral Temple. With a sudden motion, he plunged his stone axe into the ground, threw his head back, and roared skyward, his eyes blazing with a profound, abyss-like light.

A terrifying phantom, ten meters tall and resembling a Demon God, materialized from his body.

With a deafening roar, the phantom crushed two unfortunate Legendary Qi Refining cultivators in mid-air with a gesture. Then, seizing the stone axe, it swept through the ranks, bisecting scores of Peak Qi Refining cultivators at the waist.

Despite the phantom's power, the besieging cultivators knew the Demon Race member who had summoned it was on the verge of collapse. Unleashing a frenzied assault, they unleashed countless lethal techniques upon the Black Demon.

Boom!

The earth-shattering explosion engulfed the Black Demon in a maelstrom of blinding light and scorching heat. In that instant, energy reached its zenith, collapsing inward, compressing, and erupting outward.

Only the dark brown megalithic palace, constructed from massive stones, stood unshaken, as if existing in another dimension entirely.