Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Old Fiend Draws Near

A burst of flute music arose, like a single tear falling into Fang Zhe’s heart. At that moment, only Fang Zhe could truly understand its meaning. He glanced toward the spot where the white figure had drifted past, then followed the others as they moved forward.

Meanwhile, behind them, dark clouds suddenly gathered, thunder and lightning flashing across the sky. At first, everyone paid it no mind, thinking it was nothing more than ordinary weather. But soon they realized their mistake, for a pair of crimson eyes pierced through the clouds, scanning the surroundings with a predatory gaze.

“It’s the Demon of Black Mountain!” The first to notice was Qing Feng, who had known the Demon of Black Mountain for so long that he would recognize him even if he turned to ash.

At the mention of the Demon of Black Mountain, everyone’s expressions changed. Feng Shang was the first to cry out, “Everyone, run!”

They had already witnessed the terrifying power of the Demon of Black Mountain. At this moment, they were no match for him. Hastening their pace, they fled toward the distance.

And as if by fate, the four people they had expected to encounter appeared once again: Boka, Dark, Money, and Serpent. The four stood ahead, blocking the path.

With the Demon of Black Mountain behind and Boka’s group before them, Han Tianyue and his companions found themselves trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

“Hatred, it seems you are no longer the people we once knew,” Boka declared. Although he would have to reacquaint himself with Han Tianyue, Mao Xuanzi, Fang Zhe, and Feng Shang, he retained his proud gaze and arrogant demeanor.

“No need for words. Whatever you have, bring it forth. We will give everything we have!” Han Tianyue and the others did not wish to exchange more words with Boka and his companions, for the Demon of Black Mountain behind them was far more terrifying.

“Then take this!” Dark was the first to attack. Thousands of crows swirled above, shrouding the sky in darkness. The eyes of these ominous birds locked onto Han Tianyue and his companions. “Dance of Ten Thousand Crows!” The flock swooped toward them.

Seeing this, Fang Zhe leaped forward and plucked his zither strings, sending a gentle, melodious tune echoing through the air. The entire world seemed to be moved by this graceful music, mourning in response. Fang Zhe’s gaze fixed on the crows as he called out, “Harmony’s Voice!” Upon hearing it, the crows seemed to gain souls of their own, scattering in chaotic flight—thus, the Dance of Ten Thousand Crows was dispelled by Fang Zhe.

Dark glanced at Fang Zhe and withdrew.

“You’re far too presumptuous!” came a seductive voice.

The giant serpent lunged toward Han Tianyue and his companions.

The serpent was enormous, and before they could resist, its impact scattered them.

“This woman is not to be trifled with!” Han Tianyue and his friends already sensed the terror of Serpent. Had it been before, they might have turned and fled, but now, with the Demon of Black Mountain searching nearby, encountering him would mean certain doom.

“Good, very good, my darling—devour them!” Serpent laughed coldly.

The giant snake opened its blood-red maw, lunging at Han Tianyue. Unable to evade, Han Tianyue hastily spat out an ice orb, which exploded in midair and sent a wave of cold toward the serpent. The serpent glanced at Serpent, who appeared angry, then surged through the chill and continued its pursuit.

With the Demon of Black Mountain drawing ever closer, and Serpent’s giant snake blocking their way like a massive barricade, the group had no idea what to do.

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