THE FAIRIES I FLIRTED WITH IN THE GAME BECAME REAL?!

In the midst of the torrential rain, Li Muyang grew more and more weary as he fought.

He was eventually driven into a corner of the battlefield, standing together with Mo Xianzi.

Above them, the sky swarmed with the flashing lights of more than three hundred fleeing figures, evolving into giant Demon God illusions, blocking any retreat.

The massive blood pupil floating in the dark high sky above looked down at him indifferently, as if gazing upon a mere ant.

With his vitality drained, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement stood amidst the throng of his three avatars in the void, watching Li Muyang, who was pushed to a dead end, with a cold stare.

He seemed to want to say something mocking.

However, amid the raging storm, Li Muyang suddenly burst into loud laughter.

“Hahaha…”

This abrupt laughter brought a moment of silence to the tense atmosphere.

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement frowned and looked at Li Muyang, asking, “What are you laughing at?”

With a sneer, Li Muyang looked up and said, “I was just thinking of something amusing.”

The nonsensical reply deepened the Ancestor of Demon Refinement’s ominous premonition.

His cold gaze swept around, taking in the land drenched by the downpour under a canopy of dark clouds.

Just as the Ancestor of Demon Refinement was about to speak, a huge figure of a flood dragon quickly approached from the distant horizon.

The ten-thousand-meter-long flood dragon, trailing a potent miasma of death, made all living creatures tremble in its path, and instantly captured the attention of everyone from the Refinement Demon Sect.

With his brows furrowed, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement’s third eye twitched violently as he swiftly turned around.

“So, there are reinforcements!”

He watched the approaching form of the flood dragon, and the more he saw, the deeper his shock became.

When the vast figure of the flood dragon hovered outside the gates of the Refinement Demon Sect, everyone could see clearly the true nature of the ten-thousand-meter-long behemoth.

This dragon… was unmistakably a corpse!

Its body was covered with scars and rotting flesh, emitting a foul stench of decay, and wrapped in a thick aura of death.

Yet such a corpse, dead beyond any doubt, had the power to race through the stormy skies.

A gaunt, pale figure stood quietly atop the dragon’s head.

It was a man, his presence surrounded by a faint divine radiance.

The devil cultivators within the Refinement Demon Sect were all too familiar with such light—they had seen too much of it tonight.

It was unmistakably a sign of burning Primordial Spirit!

Seeing this, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement finally showed concern.

“Who are you?”

This unexpected visitor was burning his Primordial Spirit from the outset, clearly ready for a do-or-die battle.

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement could clearly sense that this person was also a Heavenly Constant realm expert.

And not just any expert but one at the peak of his power!

Including the fact that he was burning his Primordial Spirit, his strength would be even more formidable… No matter the outcome, he was resolved to die here!

Would a Heavenly Constant realm powerhouse really fight to the death, unwilling to retreat?

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement was stunned. “What is your connection with Li Muyang? Could it be you are his master?”

“Even if you are his master, there’s no need to go to such lengths for him!”

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement could not comprehend.

Meanwhile, in the downpour, Li Muyang laughed heartily.

“Hahaha… Ancestor of Demon Refinement, you truly have grown old and started forgetting things.”

“This person before you is the last survivor of the Qimu Jiao clan that you eradicated seven hundred years ago with your cunning schemes and plots!”

“He’s not here to rescue me, but to kill you and annihilate the entire Refinement Demon Sect!”

“His feud with you is a matter of life and death! Hahahahaha…”

Li Muyang’s laughter was full of satisfaction.

In the midst of the violent storm, Zi Weiheng stood atop the ten-thousand-meter-long corpse dragon, gradually levitating above it.

Rising to the high heavens, he looked down from above at the gates of the Refinement Demon Sect.

Protected by layers of the Sect Protection Array, the Refinement Demon Sect’s gate was now manned by several sect elders and a hundred Nirvana Realm cultivators who had promptly arrived amidst the rain, forming a defensive stance as they confronted the uninvited antagonist who had suddenly emerged.

But faced with the Refinement Demon Sect’s Sect Protection Array running at full force, Zi Weiheng’s eyes remained utterly serene.

He gently exhaled, looking down at the Refinement Demon Sect’s mountain gate, his gaze momentarily becoming distant.

At that moment, he seemed to recall many things.

But merely a second later, his demeanor turned cold.

Lowering his head to gaze at the Refinement Demon Sect’s mountain gate below, Zi Weiheng said coldly,

“Mother, it’s time for revenge.”

With his voice falling, the godly light burning around Zi Weiheng suddenly intensified.

The next second, the light from his body cascaded onto the ten-thousand-meter-long dragon corpse.

This turbid-eyed, rotting dragon corpse suddenly emitted a terrifying dragon’s roar.

Subsequently, the enormous dragon corpse opened its massive maw, spewing a sky-covering barrage of putrid black mire which continuously blasted towards the Refinement Demon Sect’s mountain gate.

This seemingly ordinary black mire, upon touching the Sect Protection Array of Refinement Demon Sect, which was condensed from the demonic Evil Qi, began to make a sizzling noise.

The powerful corrosive force of the black mire rapidly etched away at the Sect Protection Array shielding the Refinement Demon Sect.

Simultaneously, the demonic cultivators who were close to the black mire smelled the foul stench in the air, their faces instantly changing color.

Those who inhaled this odor found the mana within their bodies thrown into disarray.

Several unprepared Spirit Voyage realm demonic cultivators abruptly fell from the sky, momentarily losing their mana.

This situation, akin to one being possessed by demons and losing control of mana, caused the demonic cultivators from within the Refinement Demon Sect to retreat in fear.

They tried to block off their sense of smell, but even after doing so, they could still sense that strange stench.

This odor from the black mire seemed to seep through every crevice; it was not simply transmitted through smell.

In merely a few breaths’ time, the Refinement Demon Sect’s mountain gate was violently breached.

A gap was corroded in the Sect Protection Array, and Zi Weiheng, standing atop the ten-thousand-meter dragon corpse, brazenly entered the Refinement Demon Sect’s gate.

Seeing this scene, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement was instantly alarmed.

He immediately pulled at the icy chains in the void, and amidst the clashing sounds of the frigid chains, two Suspended Islands closest to Zi Weiheng suddenly flew towards him.

As these two Suspended Islands hurtled through the air, the mud and gravel adhered to them rapidly fell away.

Finally, what was revealed in the torrential rain were two gigantic, rotting palms dripping with blood.

Faced with the obstruction of the divine corpse parts, Zi Weiheng calmly responded.

His godly light was released once again, and he positioned himself on the head of the ten-thousand-meter dragon corpse.

Squatting down, he gently placed his palm on the dragon corpse, Zi Weiheng murmured,

“… Mother, Earth Wicked Spirit Fire.”

As Zi Weiheng’s voice trailed off, a green light suddenly flashed through the murky eyes of the dragon corpse.

The next second, ghastly green flames emerged on the surface of the dragon corpse.

This flame, known as the Earth Wicked Spirit Fire, has a strong lethality towards dead objects and souls.

The diving divine corpse parts immediately stopped in the distance, daring not to approach carelessly.

Inside the Refinement Demon Sect, the battle fell into chaos, and with Zi Weiheng joining in, it descended into complete madness.

And behind Zi Weiheng in the downpour, a figure cloaked in a cape appeared noiselessly outside the Refinement Demon Sect’s gate, quietly standing on the edge of the battlefield.

This mysterious figure arrived abruptly, silent as a ghost.

However, even across a vast distance within the Refinement Demon Sect’s gate, Li Muyang, separated by dozens of miles, inexplicably felt a psychic connection.

He suddenly looked in that direction, his eyes locking onto the mysterious silhouette amidst the chaos.

And the silhouette was also looking at him.

In the instant their eyes met, Li Muyang heard the cold laughter of a familiar woman echo by his ear.

“… Jiang Xiaoyu, we meet again.”

A chill instantly crawled up Li Muyang’s back.

“Holy shit! The Elder of the Heavenly Heart!”

This mysterious and eerie creature had come as well?

What the hell kind of monster was this, and why wouldn’t it just go away!

Did I somehow offend you in “Lethal Wild Grass”?

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