Cultivating To Immortality

With Fang Hong’s current cultivation and strength, even if he faced a large group of demonic beasts, he could easily suppress and kill them all with a flick of his hand, leaving not a single one behind.

However, he did not do so.

Fang Hong deliberately slowed down his flying speed, luring the pursuing demonic beasts to a desolate and uninhabited large island.

After all the demonic beasts had entered the outer perimeter of the island, Fang Hong quietly set up a defensive formation in the middle of the island, firmly isolating them.

Fang Hong was not afraid of these Demonic Beasts; rather, he wanted to use them.

He intended to use them as bait to draw out the Demonic King behind them.

Those ignorant demonic beasts, unaware that this was a death trap, began to frantically attack the formation, but no matter how they bombarded it, they could not break through the defensive formation in the slightest.

Fang Hong stood inside the formation and swept his Divine Sense, seeing a few demonic beasts quietly diving into the sea, presumably to report back to the Demonic King.

Fang Hong ignored these small demonic beasts and secretly hid the upgraded Four Symbols Formation Flags around, so that if the Demonic King dared to enter, it would be impossible for him to escape.

After the arrangements were made, Fang Hong casually carved out a small cave in the mountain, sat cross-legged within it, closed his eyes, and meditated patiently, waiting.

He believed that the Demonic King, upon learning the news, would surely appear.

As time passed, more and more demonic beasts gathered around the island, almost completely surrounding the formation.

These demonic beasts were restless, their attacks growing fiercer, continuously crashing against the formation’s barrier.

Far from being afraid, Fang Hong was inwardly ecstatic at the sight.

He wished for even more demonic beasts to come, so he could wipe them all out at once.

...

Ten days passed in a flash.

Fang Hong’s Divine Sense had long since clearly observed the situation outside.

Currently, outside the formation, over a thousand demonic beasts had gathered, densely packed and entrenched around the desolate island, baring their fangs and claws, looking terrifying.

If not for the sufficiently sturdy defensive formation he had set up, it would have probably been breached by these demonic beasts by now.

Among this group of demonic beasts, the number of Level 7 demonic beasts exceeded a hundred, there were over three hundred Level 6 demonic beasts, and the rest were Level 4 and Level 5 demonic beasts.

Inside the cave, Fang Hong sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his expression calm; even when surrounded by demonic beasts, he was not flustered in the slightest.

In his eyes, these demonic beasts were merely a group of spirit pills waiting to be harvested; once the time was right, he could collect them all in one fell swoop.

Boom.

Just then, a muffled sound came from above the island, and a powerful aura descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the entire island.

That aura instantly locked onto Fang Hong’s position, sharp and domineering.

Fang Hong slowly opened his eyes, a faint glint in them, and a meaningful smile played on the corner of his lips.

The Demonic King had finally appeared.

A dazzling golden light shot from the distant horizon; at first, it was just a tiny speck, but in an instant, it had arrived above the island.

The golden light receded, revealing a middle-aged man in a golden robe standing in mid-air, his expression stern, his aura compelling.

This man was tall and robust, his gaze sharp, and his whole body exuded an astonishing Demonic Qi.

The small demonic beasts below, who were roaring, all trembled upon seeing this man, prostrating themselves in worship, shivering.

Fang Hong walked out of the cave, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the golden-robed middle-aged man in the sky; their gazes met in mid-air, and the atmosphere instantly became incredibly heavy.

If Fang Hong’s judgment was correct, this golden-robed middle-aged man before him was precisely the legendary Demonic King of the Golden Winged race—the Golden Winged King, truly a grade 10 Great Demon.

Judging from the aura emanating from him, this Demonic had advanced to grade 10 a long time ago, and his strength was extraordinary.

"Early Stage Nascent Soul?" The Golden Winged King looked down from above, his eyes dark as he scrutinized Fang Hong, murderous intent surging in his heart.

"It seems that Jin’er’s death has nothing to do with him. But since he has appeared here, he won’t leave alive today."

Having lost his son, he now hated humans intensely; whenever he encountered one, he would surely kill them.

"Golden Winged King, you’ve finally arrived."

Fang Hong smiled faintly, his hands behind his back, speaking calmly and composedly.

"Hmm? You know me?" The Golden Winged King was slightly surprised, a look of confusion on his face.

Why did this human not seem flustered at all?

"I know your son."

Fang Hong calmly replied, then, in front of the Golden Winged King, summoned his Swift Wind Wings.

When the Golden Winged King saw the wings behind Fang Hong, his pupils suddenly constricted sharply, his body trembled, his expression completely darkened, and his entire body’s Demonic Qi continuously surged, the powerful pressure causing the surrounding small demonic beasts to tremble uncontrollably.

Roaaaaar.

A furious roar shook the heavens and earth; the Golden Winged King’s eyes were blood-red, almost losing all reason, as he fiercely lunged at Fang Hong.

Fang Hong’s actions had completely ignited the rage in the Golden Winged King’s heart.

He now only wanted to capture Fang Hong alive with his own hands, to make him suffer endless torment, unable to live or die.

Bang.

A violent roar echoed across the sky; the Golden Winged King’s furiously swiped claw instantly shattered the formation barrier, appearing before Fang Hong in the blink of an eye, its sharp claws glowing golden, aiming directly for Fang Hong’s throat.

However, Fang Hong remained calm and composed in the face of danger, raising his hand and firmly gripping the Golden Winged King’s arm, preventing him from advancing another step.

"You’ve taken the bait."

A cold smile appeared on Fang Hong’s lips, and with a thought, he immediately activated the Four Symbols Formation he had already set up.

In an instant, the entire desolate island was completely enveloped by the Four Symbols Formation, covering both the sky and the ground, even the small demonic beasts on the periphery were all caught within the formation; not a single one would escape.

The Golden Winged King’s expression froze, sensing something was wrong.

However, before he could react, Fang Hong suddenly exerted force, grabbing his arm and fiercely swinging him, smashing him heavily into a nearby mountain.

Boom.

That barren mountain was shattered, rocks crumbled, dust rose everywhere, and the Golden Winged King’s body was smashed into the mountain, looking utterly disheveled.

The surrounding small demonic beasts were all stunned, their mouths agape.

That high and mighty, arrogant Demonic King was actually flung away like trash by a human cultivator?

Fang Hong ignored the small demonic beasts’ astonishment, forming a hand seal; the Four Symbols Formation Spirits soared from within the formation, crushing towards those small demonic beasts.

Roooaaarrr

How powerful were the Four Symbols Formation Spirits refined from Level 9 demon blood? They roamed among the small demonic beasts, sweeping through them like a destructive force; the small demonic beasts screamed repeatedly, falling to the ground.

In less than a few breaths, over a thousand small demonic beasts were all crushed to death, their bodies scattered on the ground, quietly awaiting Fang Hong’s harvest.

Bang.

Another loud bang came, and the Golden Winged King flew up from the distant ruins; Fang Hong’s throw had sobered him up considerably.

When he saw that all the surrounding small demonic beasts were already lying on the ground, his face turned terribly grim, realizing that he had fallen for this human’s trick.

He gritted his teeth, not saying a word, his face only filled with monstrous killing intent.

Seeing the Golden Winged King remain silent, Fang Hong gave a cold smile, waved his hand, and once again manipulated the Four Symbols Formation Spirits, which roared as they rushed towards the Golden Winged King, launching a siege.

"Fake Divine Beasts, die for me."

The Golden Winged King roared furiously, suddenly unleashing four golden Qi blades, incredibly sharp.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

With a single strike, all the Four Symbols Formation Spirits were destroyed, turning into nothingness.

Fang Hong was not too surprised by this; the Four Symbols Formation Spirits were very effective against some small demonic beasts, but they were quite inadequate when trying to deal with a Demonic King.