"Damn it!"

A furious roar tore through the clouds.

The Tiger Demon steadied its body, reverted to its human form, and tightly clenched its right wrist, the entire arm trembling slightly.

The Demon Race is blessed; apart from their cultivation boundaries, their inherently robust demon bodies are also deadly weapons, vastly superior to most cultivators' magic treasures, and could have an advantage in close combat. Only the Golden Arhats of the Bodhi Sect could match them.

Yet this youngster in front of it had suffered a significant loss through such a casual gesture.

The Tiger Demon's eyelids twitched, and its vision was filled with thick blood mist. It had intended to lead the charge and break through the city but ended up suffering several losses of Great Demons.

Losing face in front of the three demon factions, it must certainly make a move to regain its honor.

However, a brief exchange just now had made it rather unsure of the young man's actual strength, causing a vague sense of dread in its heart.

"..."

Somewhere in Songfeng Prefecture, at a tea stall, since the Government Office had issued a prior notification, the streets had already been deserted.

The young Monk sat with his back to the street, caressing his teacup and casting a faint glance at the sky, sighing helplessly.

These beasts had grown too idle, long losing their will to kill.

In the past, there would never have been such a ridiculous situation where eight Fourth Grade Demon Immortals, leading a group of Great Demons, were actually intimidated by a cultivator of the same grade as themselves, afraid to advance half a step.

Fortunately, the other Demon Immortals also noticed the Tiger Demon's dilemma.

A feathered figure with an eagle's head stepped forward: "Nowadays, the Divine Dynasty has grown too complacent, facing us in person but sending out a young novice. Since that's the case, brethren, there's no need to hold back anymore, let's strike together!"

"Let's breach this city first!"

The Tiger Demon took the opportunity to back down gracefully and quickly pulled out two large knives, holding them in its palms, yet not charging to the front as before.

"As if the Divine Dynasty has no one left."

Hearing these words, the faces of the three Titled Generals darkened, and with a muttered curse, they all simultaneously leaped into action.

General Nanyang's recent blade strike had finally explained why he could single-handedly defend the Demon Suppressing Tower and rescue Wushan. In his first move in public, he had secured his position as the foremost Titled General of the Great Nan Continent.

With General Nanyang standing guard in Songfeng Prefecture, along with themselves and the help of the Emperor's Aura army formation, defense of the Prefecture City wouldn't be a problem today, not to mention repelling the horde of demons.

"Hu."

The Tian Dong Fairy also felt relieved.

Since the safety of the Prefecture City's citizens was at stake, she hadn't taken any chances and had also soared to the city gates, prioritizing the defense of Songfeng Prefecture before considering slaying demons.

In an instant, the demons swarmed like bees.

Their vast dark-red Demon Clouds spread across the sky, seemingly ready to engulf it.

The armies all gripped their weapons tightly, and their Emperor's Aura soared into the heavens, ready to meet the enemy.

Faced with this dreadful scene, Shen Yi stood out, his body surrounded by swirling black clouds, looking like a line cutting through mid-air.

The first to break through the dark clouds was the Eagle Demon.

It swung its large hand, and countless feather-like blades linked together, forming a whip as long and winding as a dragon, incessantly shaking in the sky.

Under the Eagle Demon's control, the Feather Whip whistled toward the towering Prefecture City walls. If this strike landed, half the city wall would collapse in an instant.

But as it passed through the black clouds in a flash,

The old demon's pupils suddenly constricted, as ahead, a figure in profound armor silently and abruptly emerged, meeting his gaze face-to-face, eerily close.

The two stood suspended in the air, just three feet apart.

The Demon Feather Whip, which could easily tear apart the Protective Spirit Qi of a Fourth Grade Taiyi True Immortal, was calmly caught in Shen Yi's hand. Content first released on M_VLEM_PYR.

The moment his fist tightened and he exerted his strength, the myriad feathers abruptly froze in the air, the vibrating hum ceased, and the whole world fell silent.

The next moment—

Crack.

A clear sound quickly spread.

All the surrounding feathers shattered into dust.

The Eagle Demon had no time to react before a knee slammed into its jaw.

Regardless of how high the cultivation or how mysterious the fighting methods, it all boiled down to offense and defense.

When its prized Demon Chain couldn't even scratch Shen Yi's palm, the outcome was already decided; the rest was just a matter of how many blows it could withstand.

Following that knee strike, the Eagle Demon was sent reeling backward, its vision filled only with endless blade light.

Pfff! Pfff! Pfff!

The Golden Rune Mystic Knife lacerated through the air like a fierce storm, quickly leaving hundreds of bloody holes on the Eagle Demon. In just a few breaths, the number of holes had multiplied manifold.

Its resplendent plumes were instantly soaked red with Monster Blood.

Shen Yi's heavy foot stomped on the demon's chest, and the old demon, like an arrow released from its bow, exploded forward, crashing into two other Great Demons.

The Golden Rune Mystic Knife, slipped from his hand, turning into a streak of mystic golden light in the air, following suit, hitting it precisely between the brows.

Even with the assistance of numerous Town Stones, this knife was still only an Eighth Grade Tao Realm weapon, indistinct from scrap metal for a Fourth Grade Demon Immortal.

It was able to pierce the Eagle Demon's Demon Body not because of the knife itself but because of the formidable Tribulation Power within it.

Compared to other paths, the Taixu Golden Core might not appear to have mysterious uses, but for the majority of Fourth Grade Demons with only about a thousand tribulations' worth of cultivation, the 3,500 tribulations' power within the Golden Core was already overwhelming.