Chapter 1119: The Mad Demon Black Sky

Dao Yin True Man slowly took a golden pill, roughly stopping his injuries, and looked at Wen Zhong.

Surprisingly, the usually irritable and justice-driven man now showed little blame in his eyes, but more pity.

Just then, his figure blurred and vanished from the spot, reappearing behind Wen Zhong in the next instant.

Wen Zhong sensed this, formed his fingers into a claw, and reached back abruptly, aiming for Dao Yin True Man's heart.

The latter thrust out a palm, pressed down on his arm, and pulled downward.

Wen Zhong felt a tremendous weight pressing on his arm, and his whole body lunged forward, falling to the ground.

Dao Yin True Man leaned down, raised his other hand, and suddenly tapped behind Wen Zhong's right ear; a crystalline light like a steel needle pierced into it.

Wen Zhong, who had been struggling and roaring a moment before, instantly stiffened as if struck by lightning, then fell unconscious.

Lei Yuce saw this, his expression relaxed, and he felt slightly reassured.

But then his face suddenly changed again, and he looked in shock toward the edge of the already shattered altar.

There, a mass of black smoke had appeared, swirling like a whirlwind, forming a black storm vortex about ten feet high, from which waves of increasingly strong energy fluctuations emanated.

Not to mention him, even Han Li, with his powerful divine sense and meticulous thinking, was uncertain when that smoke had appeared.

The smoke spun faster and faster, absorbing the surrounding mist back into it, and the black light within grew increasingly intense.

"Whoosh..."

With the sound of wind, all the smoke finally condensed, and the vortex stopped.

Within the dense black light, a slightly stooped male figure appeared.

Han Li focused his gaze and examined the man carefully, seeing that his skin was pitch black like ink, and his eyes were strangely shaped: the left pupil glowed with purple light, with a purple nebula swirling inside, while the right pupil glowed with blue light, but was chaotic, as if covered with a film, appearing somewhat murky.

The man's face had sharp, angular features, a high nose bridge, and thin, sharp lips; he should have been a rather handsome middle-aged man, but his head of gray, curly hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and thick beard surrounded his lips, making him look like an unkempt old man in his fifties.

After appearing, the man immediately shrank, hugging his knees with both hands, squatting and swaying, muttering something indistinct and unintelligible.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in confusion, a black light suddenly flashed on the middle-aged man's back, revealing a basin-sized black vortex.

Han Li and the others initially found it strange, but moments later, their expressions began to change, their eyes wide with disbelief.

From the center of each of their foreheads, a black crystalline thread emerged as if alive, twisted slightly in midair, and shot straight toward the vortex on the man's back, even from the corpses of the dead demons.

The moment the crystalline thread emerged from his brow, Han Li reached out to grab it for examination, but the thread turned ethereal and passed through his palm without sensation.

Almost simultaneously, outside the Age Tower, a vast crowd of disciples and elders from various sects had set up camps and were waiting for their members inside the tower.

Since Lei Yuce and the other leaders had been inside the tower for days, those waiting outside grew restless, and several conflicts had erupted over camp boundaries, eventually quelled by their respective elders.

Now, as dusk approached outside the tower, most disciples had returned to their tents to meditate. At that moment, a strange change occurred: from the top of everyone's head, a black crystalline thread shot out.

Countless black crystalline threads gathered in the sky like a dark cloud, flew into the Age Tower, turned ethereal, and disappeared.

The people in the camp followed the cloud of threads outside, saw them vanish, and looked puzzled, full of questions but unsure what had happened.

Soon, many began to leave the camp, scattering in all directions.

In the various levels of the Age Tower, the remaining suppressed demons also had black crystalline threads shooting out from them, vanishing into the void.

No matter where these threads came from, their final destination was the same: the black vortex on the back of the disheveled middle-aged man in the Age Hall.

Han Li watched the black crystalline threads continuously passing through the hall's restrictions and walls into the middle-aged man, feeling a strange sensation.

When the black thread left his body, he felt a sudden lightness in his sea of consciousness, as if something that had been lodged there was finally removed.

But strangely, before this, Han Li had no idea when such a crystalline thread had appeared in his sea of consciousness.

His Spirit Refining Art seemed utterly unable to detect it.

In fact, it wasn't just Han Li who felt this confusion; almost everyone present had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Before that crystalline thread left their bodies, none of them had noticed it at all, but after it left, they all realized that their state of mind had been off.

Yet for the moment, none of them could figure out what had happened.

While everyone was still in shock and doubt, the black vortex around the middle-aged man had already disappeared. He looked as if he had just woken from a long slumber, stood up from the ground, yawned, and stretched.

At this moment, his aura had surged immensely, his cultivation level approaching the peak of the Great Luo realm. With every move he made, the void seemed to be affected, ripples spreading continuously.

But as soon as he stopped yawning and withdrew his arms, that imposing aura gradually receded, and no further anomalies appeared around him. He looked like an ordinary ragged madman.

However, when he turned around and fully faced the crowd, Dao Yin True Person's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock:

"It's the Great Black Heaven Old Demon..."

Upon hearing this, Lei Yuce and the others' faces instantly turned extremely grim.

"Which of you..."

The middle-aged man addressed by Daoist Master Daoyin as the Black Heaven Old Devil scratched his head and had just spoken a single sentence when a pillar of golden fire descended from the sky, crashing heavily upon him, sending him lurching forward and falling to the ground, sinking into the earth.

Within the pillar of fire, golden flames blazed fiercely, as if carrying a weight of a thousand jun, pressing down on the ground with a "cracking" sound, splitting it into deep, shocking fissures.

Han Li looked over and saw that a thread of crimson blood was coiled around the Lamp of Time, clearly indicating that Daoist Master Daoyin was using his own essence blood to drive the lamp's power, blasting the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor into the ground.

The tremendous rumbling sound continued for a good while before gradually subsiding.

Inside the great hall, everyone's attention was focused on the large pit in the ground, from which rolling waves of heat continuously rose, but the aura of the person within suddenly became undetectable.

"Ouch..."

Just as the crowd was puzzled, a sigh suddenly sounded from within the deep pit.

Immediately after, a figure drifted out like a ghost, tracing an afterimage in the air in an extremely eerie manner, and in an instant floated before Daoist Master Daoyin.

Dao Yin Zhenren had been on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment. Seeing this, he hurriedly unleashed the hand seal he had long prepared.

With a loud "whoosh" sound!

The Time Lamp trembled violently. The golden lotus petals on its lamp holder blazed with intense golden light, and clusters of golden flames shot out like petals, converging in midair into a rain of fiery blossoms that surged toward the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor.

The latter, upon seeing this, neither dodged nor evaded, but charged straight into the curtain of fire. A dense dark light flared on his fists as he swung them like pounding garlic, sending countless black fist shadows flying out from his knuckles.

The漫天 fist shadows collided with the fiery blossoms, erupting in a series of booming thunderclaps. The originally blazing lamp flames were effortlessly scattered by him.

However, after the flames dissipated, another sheet of five-colored dazzling light rushed forward—it was the Five Elements Annihilation Array activating once again, descending to envelop the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor.

"Get lost..."

The Black Heaven Demon Ancestor's voice was somewhat hoarse, his tone filled with impatience. He charged headlong into the five-colored light, his form shattering with a bang and turning into a cloud of black smoke.

But before Dao Yin Zhenren could relax his tense mind for even a moment, the black smoke drifted over. After continuously condensing, a hand reached out from the mist and struck Dao Yin Zhenren square on the chest.

With a bang.

All the not-yet-solidified mist surged forward in an instant. Dao Yin Zhenren let out a miserable cry and flew backward.

Only then did all the black smoke continue to condense, and the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor's figure gradually restored itself to its original form.

Dao Yin Zhenren, already heavily injured, was now in even worse straits. After falling to the ground, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood and promptly fell unconscious.

Han Li and the others were greatly alarmed at this sight.

Not only was this Black Heaven Demon Ancestor unafraid of the lamp's flames, but he could also emerge unscathed from the fierce assault of the Annihilation Array.

Qi Mozi frowned deeply, thinking to himself that he could not have done the same.

After severely wounding Dao Yin Zhenren, the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor did not immediately pursue him. Instead, he turned his gaze and stared fixedly at the Time Lamp that had suppressed him for so many years, scratching his head as if lost in thought.

Lei Yuce, seeing this, wished to rescue Dao Yin Zhenren but feared provoking the Black Heaven Demon Ancestor. Cold sweat poured from him, yet he dared not act rashly, worried about angering the other party.