Chapter 91: Heavenly Demon Hundred Aspects

  It had been two days sin Jing used the ing Sword Case to sy the white-robed schor and throw off the Heavenly Will Demonic Sect’s flying shuttle.

  Over these two days, An Jing had not been traveling at full speed. Instead, he stopped and started itently, keeping an eye oerrain while searg for a suitable pce.

  He refrained from entering any vilges, nor did he head to the Tianyuan World to hide.

  He avoided vilges because it would have been unwise. If a loranger showed up in such a remote hamlet, even the dimmest member of the Heavenly Will Demonic Sect would be able to track him down.

  Moreover, a vilge thriving fortably in these secluded mountains might well be a hidden stronghold of the Demonic Sect.

  He also avoided the Tianyuan World because, though he was not in immediate peril, a hidden danger remained. He did not want to be vulnerable to the three-day cooldown of the Grand Void Passage.

  As for why he did not flee at full speed, An Jing wao see if the Demonic Sect had some other way to catch up with him.

  And indeed, events unfolded just as he had anticipated—he sehat someone had already caught up to him, trailing behind and ready to strike at any moment.

  So, while running, An Jing gradually slowed down and came to a halt.

  He surveyed the dense forest, the yered mountain ridges, and the precipitous cliff looming ahead.

  This was a deeply eroded yon, several times rger than Hanging Fate Valley. The drop from the top of the cliff to the yon floor was nearly a thousaers, with a raging river surging at the bottom. The cliff walls were so steep that ation could grow there. A normal person leaping off would stand no ce of survival.

  Choosing this pce as a battlefield seemed unwise. Cutting off his own escape route was tantamount to suicide.

  Yet by relying on the Grand Void Sword’s secret teique, which allowed him to cross between two worlds, An Ji fident enough to stop at the cliff’s edge, turning to face whoever had caught up.

  In the end, however, the pursuers were not from the Demonic Sect.

  They were Heavenly Demons.

  On Jing stood still, the eerie feeling of being watched from the woods intensified. It felt as though a bde hovered at his forehead, a chilling tension c through him.

  Before long, a fully armed figure in crimson armor stepped out from the dense forest.

  Iron boots stomped the ground, releasing wisps of pitch-bck smoke.

  Red Armuards?

  No, something was off… this presence was not human!

  Seeing that this newer was her from the Heavenly Will Demonic Seor any ordinary “human,” An Jing immediately realized it was some strange demonic creature or monstrous being. The intense danger prig at his spine, plus the Demonic Qi radiating from it, made even the Sword Spirit wary. “An Jing, this is a Heavenly Demon—it’s a split demon spawned from the Great Demon we entered in Hanging Fate Valley!”

  【Haha… found you.】

  At that moment, the split demon had located its target. It was unclear how it escaped the Demon taining Grand Formation, but it had pursued An Jing here, trag his fai lingering aura.

  Behind its crimso stretched ay, distorted grin. Billowing bck smoke seeped from every gap in its armor, making its body swell like an infting balloon. Even the armor, inally resembling that of the Red Armuards, gradually turned into bckish-red scales that covered its inky demoni.

  In a single moment, the split demon pletely shed its human appearance, morphing into a creature with a deer’s head, a humanoid torso, stralers, a scaled hide, and giant wings. Hooves repced its feet, and razor-sharp cws sprouted from its hands—a true monstrosity!

  Its pair of wings—part bird, part bat—stood stiffly upright, pointing skyward. From the wing tips down to its backward-bending hooves, it rose to the height of a four- or five-story building. This colossal physique surpassed that of most savage beasts, rivaling the a spirits of the untamed mountains!

  “Heavenly Demon Hundred Aspects—”

  In An Jing’s Sea of sciousness, the Sword Spirit’s tone grew exceedingly grave. “This is a sinborn* demon. Its real body has no fixed shape; it’s essentially rotting flesh. Everything you see—human form, deer’s head, serpentine scales, aviahers—es from the beings it devoured and merged into itself!”

  “Be careful. Although its magical power isn’t particurly high, its physical body is incredibly durable. Judging by Martial Path standards… it likely wields the might of a Martial Veins grandmaster!”

  “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s run!”

  Without hesitation, the moment he saw it swell to its transformed state, An Jing prepared to flee.

  He had only held his ground earlier to test the Heavenly Demon’s strength. But realizing the enemy stood two entire major realms above him, why would he stay?

  Wasting no time, he lunged for the edge of the t cliff he had already set his sights on.

  Seeing this, the sinborn demon threw back its head and unleashed an earsplitting roar, sending a bst of pitch-bck wind that caused the surrounding pine needles to rain down.

  ed in bck miasma, tless pine needles followed the roar’s trajectory and turned into a storm of razor-sharp leaves.

  Thousands of needle-like pine leaves shot toward An Jing like arrows, f a dark green haze. They traced arurky green light in the air, whistling shrilly as they bore down on An Jing’s back.

  Yet An Jing never looked behind him. The Nih spiritual energy fur his waist emitted an icy-blue radiance, and at the same time, his bulletproof rain cloak gleamed with a protective light.

  Hundreds of pine needles struck the artifact shield of his rain cloak, causing it to heat up rapidly. The barrier shook violently.

  It did not, however, break.

  In fact, the force of those hits propelled An Jing forward at greater speed, letting him sprint toward the cliff’s edge with near-flying momentum.

  Still, while airborne, he coughed up blood—though the bulletproof rain cloak held, the tremendous impact rattled his internal ans.

  The sinborn demon’s overwhelming strength went well beyond what Internal Breath Like Rivers could handle. Already pushing his Internal Energy to the limit, An Ji his breath go out of sync, suffering injuries inside.

  Gritting his teeth, he kept moving and sped up even further!

  “This Heavenly Demo want to kill me—it’s trying to capture me! But ending up alive in a Heavenly Demon’s grasp might be worse thah!”

  The barrage’s wide area was clearly meant to stop him from dodging or fleeing, rather than to deal a finishing blow. Sino single pine needle exceeded the rain cloak’s threshold, they all bounced off.

  But that was as far as it went. Worse, his spiritual energy furnace had dropped from about sixty pert power down to twelve. An Jing was certain that if the sinborn demon unched another salvo, the cloak’s artifact core would burn out, leaving him a pincushion.

  Seeing this, the sinborn demon momentarily faltered. Who would have guessed such a low-level martial artist at Internal Breath Like Rivers could wield such a formidable defensive Magical Artifact?

  Still, it was a demon, not a human. In the moment, it roared and hurled itself forward with astonishing speed—despite its massive body—resolute iing An Jing from taking that desperate leap off the cliff.

  But halfway into the charge, it froze in surprise, because An Jing—already at the edge—had suddenly stopped.

  Not only that, but he turned around, brandishing a strange Magical Artifa his hand.

  A chilling premonitio over the sinborn demon.

  (End of Chapter)

  *Literally "demon born of sin."