Wang Yu

In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da  Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk.  Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. 

This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. 

Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features.  His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side. 

Demon's Diary

At this moment on the platform, Qing Cong, whose face was originally somewhat pale, showed an unnatural flush, his wrinkles deepened, yet he stood steadfastly.


The gray death qi gathering between his eyebrows had become even denser, as opening this Illusory Realm took a tremendous toll on his already limited lifespan.


While the surrounding Tri-Light Mist continuously converged towards him and merged into his body, it was merely a drop in the bucket.


He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the injuries within his body, and once again opened his mouth to spew out a blood-colored small sword.


This sword was only about a foot long, but it was blood-red and translucent, with faint blood light circulating non-stop around it.


Qing Cong hadn't even used his magical power to stimulate it, yet the blood-colored small sword already began to tremble on its own, emitting a rich scent of blood.


Volume 6: Dance of Demons 1404: The Final Moment