Chapter 928: Old Devil Fang

Qin Sang quickly cast aside this minor episode. He was drawing closer and closer to Seven-Kill Hall. This time, he had arrived a little earlier.

It was said that because the celestial array shifted constantly, the witch race’s method of breaking it differed from last time. There might even be an opportunity to observe.

The waves grew more violent, and Qin Sang knew he was near Seven-Kill Hall. Soon, a vast sea pit and towering wind wall appeared before his eyes, just as awe-inspiring as before.

He took one glance, then swept his gaze around, only to find to his surprise that only two silhouettes were nearby. There was no sign of the grand witch priest or other Spiritual Infant cultivators.

After a moment of thought, Qin Sang retreated slightly, then circled along the wind wall toward the other side.

When he was nearly halfway around, his figure halted and his face showed astonishment. Ahead, more than a dozen cultivators stood close together, intent on something. No wonder the other sides were so empty. Everyone had gathered here.

Qin Sang thought for a moment, then put away the ebony sword and casually drew another flying sword, using sword arts to shield himself. His enemies were too many, all from powerful factions, and he did not wish to expose his identity.

Even when he went to meet Elder Zhou earlier, he had kept the Heavenly Corpse Coffin and his incarnation elsewhere.

Swoosh!

Qin Sang cut through the gales and drew near the crowd.

The others gave him a brief glance before turning their eyes back ahead. Only then did Qin Sang see the scene clearly.

In front of the wind wall, for some unknown reason, the space was unnaturally calm. The hurricanes seemed blocked by some unseen force, unable to enter, only diverting around the edges.

Such a place was unprecedented in the storm belt. Now, several cultivators floated there, split into two clear groups of more than ten each.

"The Spiritual Infant cultivators of the witch race and human race!" Qin Sang’s pupils shrank. Every figure radiated terrifying power. Without exception, all were Spiritual Infant cultivators.

They’ve already been here. For the storms to be so still, it must be the power of a spiritual array.

Qin Sang thought

His gaze swept over the Spiritual Infants and then locked onto the sea below. Facing the gray hurricanes, even a Spiritual Infant would not dare act carelessly. Only a powerful array could achieve this.

"As expected!" Qin Sang’s expression stirred. He noticed countless white specks drifting beneath the sea’s surface. "Those lights are the array’s manifestation. The one controlling it must be the grand witch priest, a late-stage Spiritual Infant master."

He had long admired the grand witch priest of the witch race. Moving his gaze among their ranks, he easily spotted a white-haired woman surrounded by others.

She wore a luxurious robe patterned with designs akin to divine patterns. Half her face was covered by a thin mask like cicada wings, inscribed with mysterious lines. Her lips were vividly red, her eyes bright with spirit, enough to stir one’s soul. All signs pointed to her as the grand witch priest.

"White hair, yet skin like a maiden’s. Her true age can’t be discerned, but she’s certainly an ancient monster," Qin Sang said, not daring to stare. He shifted his gaze toward the human side.

Anyone daring to face off against the grand witch priest would not be weak. Last time, the Devil Lord himself had appeared...

Qin Sang’s mind stirred. He quickly spotted an elderly Daoist with a fly-whisk, eyes half closed, bearing an otherworldly air as though indifferent to all.

The old Daoist wore a pale robe inscribed with two ancient characters: "Heavenly Dao."

"Could that be Lingzhuzi, sect leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect? His aura is no less than the grand witch priest’s. His reputation truly matches reality!"

During his time in Canglang Sea, Qin Sang had learned much about the human factions. Lingzhuzi was the other late-stage Spiritual Infant master of the human race, leader of the righteous path, renowned alongside the Devil Lord.

Some Spiritual Infants clustered close to Lingzhuzi, while others deliberately kept their distance, showing a reverent caution.

"Those must be the devilish Spiritual Infant cultivators. Seems like the Devil Lord hasn’t come this time. Are these two great masters taking turns to deal with the witch race?" Qin Sang guessed part of the truth.

Now, with Spiritual Infant cultivators of both races gathered, none spoke or acted. It seemed they were waiting for the right moment. Naturally, Qin Sang and the other outsiders dared not interrupt and waited quietly on the outskirts.

Within the storm one could not tell the time. Qin Sang calculated silently, estimating it was already dusk. In just over an hour, the grand witch priest would begin breaking the array.

As time passed, more cultivators arrived. Qin Sang kept observing but did not see Elder Zhou or his group. Perhaps they had hidden their identities.

Not all the Spiritual Infant cultivators feigned sleep. Some occasionally glanced at the Golden Core cultivators outside.

"What is it, Old Devil Mou? Looking for someone?" A group of devilish Spiritual Infant cultivators stood together. Without the Devil Lord present, they all kept low profiles before the two great masters.

One blood-robed elder suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a nearby black-robed devilish cultivator, noticing his suspicious movements.

Old Devil Mou chuckled. "Old Ghost Blood, still so nosy. With the Devil Lord absent, you’d best be careful not to stumble before that old bastard."

The blood-robed elder sneered, unconcerned. "The witch race is our common enemy. Do you think Daoist Lingzhuzi would be so blind to greater concerns?"

Yet a faint weight flickered in his eyes. Old Devil Mou parted his lips, about to speak again. Suddenly, Lingzhuzi’s eyes snapped open. He turned toward the void outside, divine light flashing in his gaze.

The Spiritual Infant cultivators were startled. They followed his line of sight, but saw only swirling storms. Just as confusion spread, a shrill cicada cry rang out.

It was sharp and rapid, at first faint, yet somehow piercing through the roar of the storm to reach every ear.

"The Withered-Leaf Cicada. Old Devil Fang!"

"It’s him! Why did that old monster come?"

The human Spiritual Infant cultivators all changed color at the sound. Even Lingzhuzi’s face grew grave. In contrast, the witch cultivators brightened, as though a powerful ally had arrived.

The cicada cry swelled until it drowned the storms themselves. Wave after wave of sound entered the ears, rattling the spirit and stirring unbearable agitation.

Moments later, a violent gale ripped through the tempest. The cicada cry peaked, piercingly sharp. Golden Core cultivators nearby wavered, their expressions unsettled.

Whoosh!

The gale pierced the calm zone, then suddenly dispersed, revealing the source.

Gasps erupted. Faces showed disbelief. It was not an immortal cultivator at all, but a spiritual cicada no larger than a fist!

Its wings resembled withered leaves. Those versed in spiritual insects recognized it instantly as a legendary and rare supernatural insect, the Withered-Leaf Cicada! Its eyes gleamed with eerie intelligence, as though harboring a human soul.

𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The grand witch priest moved swiftly to greet it, her voice filled with delight. "Daoist Fang, I hadn’t expected you to come as well."