All of us are one

Chapter 42 The Threat of the Demon

"This smell... it's demons, it must be demons!" Mr. Aruk's nostrils twitched, and when he smelled the sulfurous odor emanating from the vortex, his expression changed drastically. "Furen, we must stop the ritual immediately! If demons descend, this world could be doomed!"

President Furen's expression changed drastically. As a knowledgeable and formal demon hunter of the Owl Sect, he knew all too well what demons were!

In the records of the Witcher, any account related to demons indicates the sacrifice of a large number of Witcher, including many high-ranking mages.

"How could it be a demon?!" President Furen exclaimed incredulously. "The ritual clearly didn't contain any elements for summoning demons, so how could it have summoned one..."

Jiang Yanming strode over to Chairman Fu Lun and punched him directly in the face.

President Fu Lun was struck hard and fell to the ground unexpectedly, covering his face and looking at Jiang Yanming, who had hit him, in astonishment.

"Now is not the time to discuss whether it is right or wrong, but to find a way to stop the ceremony!" Jiang Yanming said coldly, then looked at Mr. Aruk opposite him, "Don't rush to detonate the explosives, that's the last resort when there's no other choice."

Mr. Aruk stopped what he was doing, then solemnly said, "Ending the ritual simply means destroying the altar, the offerings, the array..."

boom!

Without further ado, Jiang Yanming threw the flame he was using for illumination at the array symbols carved on the ground, causing a minor explosion.

call!

Jiang Yanming had just thrown out a ball of flame when he flipped his hand, and another ball of flame appeared in his hand, which then flew back to the ground.

Boom boom boom!

After throwing out several fireballs in succession, Jiang Yanming stopped to observe the ground and found that the array symbols on the ground were not damaged at all and continued to emit a faint light.

"Jiang, you..." President Fu Lun's eyes showed surprise when he saw Jiang Yanming summon flames one after another.

But as the smell of sulfur grew stronger, he immediately abandoned his intention to ask questions and hurriedly said, "Not only does the summoning ritual require an altar, offerings, and arrays, but also a very important anchor point!"

"Demons do not belong to this world; they reside in a special world and require an anchor point to descend upon it."

President Fu Lun looked around, and his eyes lit up when he saw the unknown flesh and blood writhing below the vortex.

"This mass of flesh and blood wasn't part of my summoning ritual offerings. It must be the anchor point for the demon's impending descent," Guild Master Furen said, pointing to the writhing flesh and blood on the altar. "Jiang, burn it with flames!"

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yanming immediately threw the flame in his hand toward the unknown flesh and blood on the altar.

boom!

An invisible wave spread from the vortex suspended in the air, affecting the flames flying towards the unknown flesh and blood, which instantly turned into sparks and dissipated.

Praise be to the Father God of the Abyss...

Praise be to the noble offspring...

Wow...

The whispers, seemingly singing in the distance yet also like gentle murmurs in his ear, kept echoing in Jiang Yanming's mind, making his head feel somewhat dizzy.

The invasion of unknown energy had previously caused his spiritual power to be devoured and suppressed, which had already made his spiritual power somewhat out of control. As he forcibly cast spells, he lost control of his spiritual power, which then surged and became chaotic.

puff!

Jiang Yanming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his dizzy head immediately cleared up, but the muttering incoherent words still echoed, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"The 'he' that unknown being spoke of!" Jiang Yanming's heart sank. "Just what level of demon is he?"

According to the Witcher's memories, most of the demons recorded in the books, though powerful and causing heavy losses to the Witcher, were still successfully driven away by the Witcher Masters and Wizards.

But the current situation seems worse than any book has ever described. He has been affected by the demon before he has even seen its shadow.

Jiang Yanming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Chairman Furen and Mr. Aluke, and saw that they were kneeling on the ground, knowing that they could not help him.

"We must stop 'him' from descending!" Jiang Yanming gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the protective jade talisman he held in his hand with his spiritual power.

hum!

A gentle energy emanated from the protective jade talisman, instantly clearing Jiang Yanming's mind. The incessant murmurs echoing in his mind disappeared, and even the injuries caused by the surging spiritual energy were suppressed.

"Die!"

Jiang Yanming's eyes were filled with rage, and a ball of flame flew out from each of his palms, blasting towards the writhing, unknown flesh and blood.

That was a protective jade talisman left behind by a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet it was used up without the enemy even seeing it. How could he not be furious?

boom!

Another invisible wave surged from the vortex, shattering the two incoming flames, sending sparks flying.

"go!"

Jiang Yanming reached out and touched his storage ring, and the black flying sword shot out instantly, unstoppable, and hurtled towards the unknown flesh and blood.

hum!

From the depths of the expanding vortex, more waves spread out, resisting the attacking black flying sword and greatly reducing its speed.

Just as it was about to pierce the unknown flesh, more invisible waves surged forth, one after another, causing the black flying sword to almost come to a standstill. It was clearly within reach, yet it could not get close.

"amnesty!"

Seeing this, Jiang Yanming roared angrily and continuously increased his spiritual power output. The protective jade talisman in his hand also released more energy, which, together with his spiritual power, was poured into the black flying sword.

call out!

With a powerful boost, the black flying sword broke through the invisible wave's obstruction and successfully pierced into the unknown flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a drop of dazzling crimson blood shot out from the unknown flesh and blood, flying straight toward Jiang Yanming.

That drop of crimson blood was dazzling, like a star at its peak, making it hard to look directly at.

Jiang Yanming tilted his head to the side, shielding his eyes with his hand to avoid looking directly at the dazzling drop of crimson blood.

He wanted to escape, but it felt as if time had stopped; no matter what his brain commanded, his body wouldn't move an inch.

Helpless, he could only watch as the crimson blood flew towards him, landing on the palm of his hand that he was holding in front of his eyes.

laugh!

The moment the dazzling crimson blood touched Jiang Yanming's palm, it was as if it had touched thick paper, directly merging into it and leaving a crimson mark on his palm.

"You ant, I'll remember you!"

Like a chill seeping from the darkness, a coldness surged into Jiang Yanming's mind without warning. An undisguised, malicious murmur echoed, "Guided by my own blood, I will find you and torment your soul! Enjoy your last moments, you ant!"

The murmurs came without warning and disappeared without a sound, along with the vortex that had been suspended in the air.

"it's over……"

Jiang Yanming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the secret room had fallen into silence and darkness, but a little light was shining from the passage behind him.