In the deepest part of Songshan Park.
Under the bright moonlight, ruins could be seen. The buildings had been crushed into pieces.
Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the ruins and circulated the Sky-Devouring Demonic Art to refine his demonic powers. He also circulated the Spirit-Devouring Art to absorb souls, strengthening his soul and cultivation.
A moment later, he opened his eyes.
" It can't alleviate the weakness?" Zhang Fan frowned with a heavy heart.
As expected, there were losses with gains. The divine art was too powerful, so it could only be maintained for a moment before entering a weak state.
This was a blood-burning secret technique. By burning one's blood essence, one could stimulate the ancient power in one's bloodline!
If he consumed too much blood essence, he would become weak.
Even if he refined his demon power and soul, he would not be able to improve it unless he found a heavenly treasure that could replenish his blood essence.
Zhang Fan stopped cultivating after learning about this. He stored the energy in his body and waited for his condition to recover before breaking through to the next realm.
At this moment, a group of people walked over from afar.
Zhang Fan raised his head and saw that these people were fully armed. They wore special clothing and carried guns.
It was not an ordinary spear. There was a faint fluctuation of magic power.
Demon Slaying Spear!
These people looked like special forces soldiers, but they were all cultivators.
Their cultivation levels were at least at the seventh level of the Qi Refinement Realm, and there were a few Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators among them. The middle-aged man leading them was actually a Golden Core!
Zhang Fan's pupils constricted as he stood up from the ruins. He was extremely vigilant.
He was in a weakened state and was no different from an ordinary person. Anyone here could suppress him.
"Ah! It's him…"
Some people exclaimed as they pointed at Zhang Fan in shock.
The others also looked at Zhang Fan in shock. They had thought that Zhang Fan was already dead, but he was now completely fine.
Zhang Fan was wearing the Heavenly Silkworm Robe. Other than his pale face, he didn't have any injuries.
Everyone glanced at Zhang Fan before looking around. They then took out a disk to check for energy.
"Captain, there's no demonic aura detected!”
He used the detector to scan the four directions, but there was no demonic energy fluctuation. It was as if they had disappeared into thin air, leaving only ruins behind.
He Yingqiu was bewildered. He looked around and found nothing.
His gaze fell upon Zhang Fan as he cupped his hands and asked,""Fellow Daoist, may I ask where the Witch of the Black Mountain went?”
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and pointed at the ground beneath everyone's feet.""It's right under your feet!"
"Ah?"
Everyone exclaimed.
They were frightened and quickly looked down. They found that it was pitch-black soil and not the Witch of the Black Mountain.
However, He Yingqiu's expression changed drastically as he exclaimed,""No! This was the Witch of the Black Mountain! This…is his main body…"
His voice trembled as he spoke.
He actually stepped on the Witch of the Black Mountain?
The others were frightened and quickly ran away from the black land.
They looked from afar and realized that it was a small hill. It did look like a black mountain, but it was flattened…
"The Witch of the Black Mountain is dead?"
"F * ck! It was as if he had been flattened by a slap. The pit on the ground looked like a palm print.”
"Oh my god…"
Everyone was dumbstruck and speechless.
With the help of the moonlight, they could clearly see the traces of the scene. The Witch of the Black Mountain's body seemed to have been slapped to the ground, and the mountain peak was flattened.
Black Mountain didn't have any demonic aura. It was obviously dead!
A demon monarch had actually become a 'corpse'. Moreover, it was a flattened corpse!
Everyone snapped out of their daze and turned to look at Zhang Fan. In their eyes, Zhang Fan had become quite mysterious.
When they had rushed over earlier, they had seen the satellite images. Zhang Fan was currently being beaten up by the Witch of the Black Mountain. Half of his body had exploded, and he was lying in a pool of blood.
But now, he was completely unharmed!
Not only that, the Witch of the Black Mountain was dead!
When they came here, they didn't know that Zhang Fan had been resurrected and awakened his divine ability. He had then killed the Witch of the Black Mountain.
No one believed that Zhang Fan would be able to kill a demon king. They all believed that there was a certain expert hiding in this place.
That person might be Zhang Fan's backer!
Zhang Fan was quite displeased that someone was staring at him. He said in a deep voice,"" This is my territory. You trespassed on my private territory…"
As he spoke, his eyes became fierce.
"Fellow Daoist, we are not bad people. We are the National Special Operations Department (SPD).”
"It's fine if you don't know. You must have heard my name before. My name is He Yingqiu…" He Yingqiu quickly explained.
"Never heard of it!"
Zhang Fan's expression was cold.
"Ugh!" He Yingqiu was stunned, and so were the other members of the MDU. There was actually someone who had never heard of He Yingqiu?“
He Yingqiu was very famous. It was impossible for anyone in the cultivation world not to have heard of him.
In the world of cultivation, you might not know who the president of a country was, but you definitely knew who Mao Xiaofang was.
It was a legendary figure of his generation, Zombie Taoist Priest Mao Xiaofang.
He Yingqiu was Mao Xiaofang's disciple.
The successor of a heavenly master!
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