While Qi Chuan was refining the Ghost Luo Banner and Eight Yin Rings, in the western realm of the Wind Moon Sect, at the Great Rift Demon Valley.
In the depths of the Demon Valley, within a spacious passageway.
Flap-flap!
A peculiar, tiny flapping sound suddenly echoed, reverberating through the passageway.
A palm-sized black fly flew in, hovering at a certain point in the middle of the passage, then darted a short distance away and landed. Its rugged, rhino-like head was entirely pitch-black and smooth, with a glimr of faint radiance, reflecting a tallic sheen, seemingly incredibly hard.
Slurp!
Its mouth opened and a half-ter-long, purple-black flexible proboscis extended out, curling in the void, faintly inhaling, as if sniffing for so extrely faint scent.
After a mont, its proboscis suddenly straightened, emitting a loud noise like a cicada’s cry, an excruciatingly sharp sound that echoed unceasingly through the empty passage.
Thud, thud, thud!
The loud and grating noise finally provoked the patience of so demon beasts within the Demon Valley, causing tremors in the ground from deep within the passage. Monts later, a deer demon with gray fur dotted with white star-shaped markings appeared in the depths of the passage.
This deer demon, nearly two zhang in size, had eyes that sparkled with star-like light, and a pair of antlers that branched out like tree limbs, with tips radiating a sharpness that pointed skyward.
It was a Tier One Peak Demon Beast, a Gray Star Demon Deer, considered one of the rulers of the Great Rift Demon Valley, usually wandering elsewhere within the valley.
Upon seeing the black fly not far away still emitting its loud cry, anger and ferocity flared up in its eyes. It lowered its head, pointing its antler’s sharp branches at the black fly not far away, and exerted force with its feet. The ground shattered as it charged fiercely at the black fly.
However, in the face of the charging Gray Star Demon Deer, the black fly remained unmoving, its rugged head lifted, quietly watching the approaching enemy with its compound eyes.
Getting closer, only half a ter away.
Swoosh!
Finally, the black fly moved. Its transparent, shallowly black wings fluttered lightly, and its palm-sized body imdiately turned into a dark gleam, darting straight under the Gray Star Demon Deer’s neck.
Seeing this scene, the Gray Star Demon Deer was startled and began to react, trying to lower its head to fend off the attack.
But it was already too late.
Just as it began to move, the palm-sized black fly had already appeared beneath its neck, with several pairs of fly legs gripping its throat.
Thump!
Before the Gray Star Demon Deer could react, the black fly’s mouth opened, and its proboscis shot out. Once soft, the proboscis was now as tough as iron, and with a soft sound, the half-ter-long proboscis punctured straight through the Gray Star Demon Deer’s entire neck, protruding from the back end, covered in blood.
Crash!
Receiving this heavy blow, the massive body of the Gray Star Demon Deer stiffened, as if being controlled, its four legs bent, slowly kneeling on the ground, losing all vitality.
anwhile, the black fly’s half-ter-long proboscis began to soften again, retracting into its mouth occasionally, then piercing out again, passing through the Gray Star Demon Deer, licking the blood from its body.
Thud, thud!
The sound of two light landings.
Not far behind the black fly, two figures descended from the void, standing still there, casting indifferent glances towards the black fly and the Gray Star Demon Deer.
One of them, dressed in a blood-patterned black robe, hands hanging down, had a pale face. A young man, whose body and expression seed normal, yet gave an eerie feeling as if he were a puppet.
He looked at the two beasts without any expression, giving no indication of what he might be thinking.
A half-step behind him stood another person.
This person, also in a black robe, but with only a few blood patterns, had overlapping hands in front of their lower abdon, exuding an air of courtesy. Their hair was tied with a crown, and a pair of long white eyebrows extended above their ears to the back of the head, revealing the visage of an elder.
The youth in the blood-patterned black robe emitted no aura, appearing as an ordinary mortal, yet the elderly man, despite his gentle appearance, radiated an overwhelmingly powerful and domineering Foundation Establishnt Late Stage spiritual pressure, sweeping throughout the passage, making the air feel heavy as a prison.
"Sect Leader, it seems this ’Dragon Ghost Fly’ has discovered sothing," the long-browed elder glanced at the black fly licking the blood from the Gray Star Demon Deer’s body, then respectfully bowed towards the blood-patterned black robed youth in front of him and spoke.
Upon hearing this, the blood-patterned black robed youth finally spoke in a detached tone, "If I am not mistaken, Elder Jia Feng and his descendant Jia Qi t their end here."
The youth in the blood-patterned black robe was none other than the Sect Leader of the Celestial Soul Hall, Tian Hunzi, possessing Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivation.
As for the long-browed elder, he was a powerful Foundation Establishnt Late Stage Elder within the Celestial Soul Hall, his strength exceptional even among the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage elders of Celestial Soul.
Their conversation was unperturbed, as if oblivious to the Dragon Ghost Fly’s brutal act nearby, precisely because this Dragon Ghost Fly was the demon pet of Tian Hunzi, a Tier Two Lower Grade Demon Beast. Its power was equivalent to that of a Foundation Establishnt Early Stage Cultivator, effortlessly dealing with the Tier One Peak Demon Beast, the Gray Star Demon Deer.
But the Dragon Ghost Fly’s real specialty did not lie in combat, but in tracking the scent of strangers.
Previously, Jia Feng left with Jia Qi, but died unexpectedly outside, causing a stir within the Celestial Soul Hall. Elders and disciples were greatly shaken, as it marked the third Foundation Establishnt Elder lost in recent years, and moreover, an early-stage peak elder with a magical power foundation reaching thirty-six drops of liquid magical power.
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