Chapter 918: Chapter 692: The Ruse, Part 2 Arao knew that he was in a rush to head north, aiming to leave the Demon World through the Gate. Once returning to the Mortal World, it would be like a fish back in the sea; trying to keep him by her side would be incredibly difficult. She had no choice but to cajole and deceive him, saying, “If you feel that being subordinate to a woman is losing face, then I’ll let you be the Demon Lord. You marry me, and I’ll be your Demon Consort. Should you wish to marry Yun Rong or take in Enchanting Demon, I’ll agree to it as long as you don’t leave.” Ha, for the sake of a man, she’s willing to forsake the position of Demon Lord. I wonder what thoughts Erhe Zangxin, who plots day and night, might have upon hearing this. Could he regret always wearing a mask, never thinking of seizing the body of a handsome man who can ruin nations, a task much easier than his constant scheming? Before Baili An could respond, Yun Rong, extremely agitated, grabbed Baili An by the collar, her eyes full of wariness: “Don’t be deceived by her charming words; with her twisted, obsessive nature, she’d never allow you to marry anyone else.” Baili An was speechless. From Miss Yun Rong’s words, the focus seemed to be whether Arao would allow him to marry someone else? Shouldn’t the focus of anger be that Demon Lord Arao presumptuously counts you among the candidates for her harem? Seeing Baili An’s grim expression, Arao pressed her cheek against his thigh, continually trying to please and act coy. One hand restlessly crept upward, her fingers gently teasing the spot on his body marked with an imprint; her voice was soft and sweet, making one’s bones tingle: “If you still feel unsatisfied, Si Chen, why not just like that night, use my body to vent your anger until you’re at ease. How about it?” Baili An finally couldn’t bear it, grabbing her by the back of her collar and forcefully pulling her up. As their eyes met, he realized that though she spoke with enticing softness, her gaze provocatively glanced at the woman in his arms. Yun Rong felt affronted, her expression turning cold, her eyes losing their elegance and composure, filled with fury: “Audacious!” After rebuking, she looked up worriedly at Baili An and said, “What she said just now, is it true? You… you…” Not wishing to take the blame, yet not knowing how to begin explaining, Baili An suddenly heard the sound of a bamboo flute from deep within the night forest. The flute’s sound was shrill, mournful like a rustling melancholy, bearing an undercurrent of murderous and soul-summoning intent, filled with ominous notes. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 “This is…” Arao’s face lost its smile, her expression turning severe and cold. Before anyone could react, the surrounding wind suddenly grew violent and fierce, the space filled with chaotic and turbulent Demonic Qi, and before long, thick fog rose from the depths of the Abyss below the cliff. The howling wind around them mixed like the weeping of Fierce Ghosts, and an invisible Gale unexpectedly severed the tendons on Baili An’s wrist. As blood splattered, Baili An’s grip on Arao suddenly weakened. His fingers loosened, and Arao lost her grip on gravity, her whole body plummeting towards the dark depths of the cliff, swallowed by the black fog in an instant, disappearing. Yun Rong pushed away from Baili An, rising with Sword Control, her expression solemn and grave, vigilant of all directions. Baili An lightly shook his sleeve, eyes fixed on the bloodstained wound on his wrist. What kind of Wind Killing Technique was this that it so easily broke through his body? The Sword Qi of Yun Rong’s Snow Sword erupted beneath her, the vast Spiritual Power illuminating the space as bright as daylight, the Sword Qi bursting with intense light and heat, dispelling the wild winds and waves all around. Her countenance was frost-like, as she said: “The real danger is not the flute sound, but the ‘thing’ being summoned by that flute sound.” As soon as she finished speaking, a massive silhouetted shadow seemed to spring up from the dark Abyss of the cliff, tearing open a huge gap in the howling wind and fog around the cliff’s bottom. Rocks tumbled down the cliff face as if scraped by some enormous creature. The terrifying commotion abruptly shattered the night’s eeriness. A sharp and dense surge of demonic power suddenly pierced into Yun Rong’s perception, sticky and ominous. The thick fog beneath him suddenly surged violently, and something like a blood-colored giant root vine, as thick as a python, shot up with incredible speed, sweeping across. The blood-colored ‘root vine’ seemed to carry a terrifying spiritual attack, and before the assault reached them, a snake’s hissing roar resonated deep in the ears of Yun Rong and Baili An, deafening, unbearable for the Divine Mansion. Yun Rong’s face suddenly turned pale, and the sword light of the Snow Sword dimmed along with it. Baili An was also momentarily dazed, as if his soul had been captured, his expression vacant. In just an instant of vulnerability, the blood-colored ‘root vine’ seized the moment, swiftly wrapping around Baili An’s waist, dragging him forcefully towards the bottom of the cliff. Seeing this, Yun Rong’s face turned even paler. She raised the Snow Sword to rescue him, but just then, a flute sound suddenly whistled fiercely from an unknown distance. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! An unbelievable scene unfolded! Three blood-colored ‘root vines’, thicker and more intensely colored than before, broke through the foggy darkness, awakening like the ancient nine-headed demon snakes. The ‘root vines’ emitted an extremely strange aura, and the overwhelming demonic power instantly devoured Yun Rong’s spiritual power. Amidst the howling gale, the physically weakened Yun Rong found it nearly impossible to control the Snow Sword. She struggled to summon back her sword, as a massive shadow loomed before her, and saw the ‘root vine’, shaped like a dragon’s body, flinging towards her head-on. Yun Rong was struck directly by a powerful and terrifying force, her small body like a drop of water, was fiercely flung into the depths of the Abyss. The wind roared past their ears, as Baili An felt himself being dragged into a furious descent, suddenly crashing into a patch of cold darkness. Agonizing pain surged through him, as if his internal organs were about to shatter, his hands and feet tightly bound, the massive thing around his waist squirming tighter, like a giant python attempting to slowly constrict its prey. Thankfully, Baili An didn’t need to breathe, otherwise, he would have soon suffocated to death. He seemed to be dragged into the nest of this thing, falling to the bottom of the cliff, shocked beyond measure by the scene before him in the darkness. What tightly entwined him was not any root vine, but rather a blood-soaked existence resembling the veins and blood vessels. Beneath him, in a place cold and damp, lay a massive tumor, like the scarlet blood vessels wrapped around Baili An, numerous as willow and dandelion seeds, interwoven in a terrifying posture on the tumor’s surface, like a mass of snakes entangled, biting and springing at each other. Unable to look closely, a sudden rush of wind above caught Baili An’s attention. Yun Rong was seen plummeting from high above at an alarming speed, appearing as a blurred silhouette, and upon landing heavily, she crashed into the huge pulsating tumor, creating a large pit. “Yun Rong!!!” Baili An shouted. The fallen Yun Rong knelt on one knee with her sword, her face not looking well, her lips nearly pale, and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood with a puff. Meeting Baili An’s concerned gaze, she shook her head at him, saying, “I’m fine, you…” Before she could finish her sentence, the crimson network of blood veins squirming underfoot wrapped around her. Her eyes turned icy cold, just as she was about to raise her sword to slay such an evil thing. At that moment, Arao’s voice came from not far away: “I advise you, this is a rotting demon formed from the corpse of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor after his death. The more you resist and struggle, the fiercer and more frenzied it becomes. If you stay calm, it won’t harm you.” Yun Rong’s sword-raising action halted, her eyes filled with a frosty gleam, looking towards the voice’s direction, a mocking smile edging her lips: “Is this what you call ‘won’t harm you’?” In a corner of the darkness, the initially fallen Demon Lord Arao was wrapped like a mummy and hoisted up high by those scarlet-colored sinews. Such a posture was no different from livestock awaiting slaughter. Arao, injured by Baili An’s Heart Burning Fruit demonic qi, was temporarily immobilized, and worse, the scarlet blood vessels’ surface still squirmed with blood-thread-like sinews. As the blood vessels pulsed and flexed, they continuously secreted numerous filamentous tendril-like appendages, which, soft yet sharp, burrowed into the wound on her shoulder, greedily siphoning the fresh blood within her. Under the faint moonlight illuminating the bottom of the cliff, Yun Rong noticed that Arao’s complexion had become extremely pale, with cold sweat on her forehead soaking a few strands of her hair, which clung to her temples and sideburns, adding an air of frail weariness to her.