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Bang! Bang! Bang! The four loud thuds sent all four of them flying off the edge of the cliff, plunging into the vastness of the Weightless Space below, which was now even larger than before.
"It's over, it's over! This is such an embarrassing way to die!" Song Baliang thought, feeling as if he had just lost everything.
Zhao Yang grabbed onto a vine at the edge of the cliff, wrapping it around the three falling companions. With a mighty roar, he flung them all back up onto the Sky Ladder. Then, like a mountain-climbing monkey, he dashed up the Cliff and saw the enormous Black Fox descending from the mountaintop, its gaping maw ready to swallow them whole!
Seeing this, Song Baliang let out a fierce shout and manifested his Vajra Body, determined to tear the Black Fox apart!
But before Song Baliang could make his move, Nangong Wuxin had already unleashed the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique. The Black Fox, no matter how cunning, could not evade the pursuit of this technique. It was struck in the abdomen and tumbled down the cliff.
The Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique was specifically designed to target demons and monsters. Any being with a different aura from that of human cultivators would suffer double damage when attacked. Naturally, the Black Fox stood no chance.
Yet with a howl, the fallen Black Fox managed to climb back up. This time it appeared even larger, its presence far more formidable than before.
The four tails of the Black Fox suddenly transformed into four streaks of black lightning that swept toward the four of them. They were once again sent soaring into the air, leaping toward other landing spots. The situation on the Sky Ladder was extremely perilous; if this battle dragged on, it would be very unfavorable for them.
"How can it have four tails? What level of beast is this fox?" Nangong Wuxin asked.
Zhao Yang recalled reading about fox demons in a book called Beast Compendium from One Hundred Thousand Volumes. He remembered that there were six types of fox demons: the Great Scarlet Sky Fox, the Ghost Eye Spirit Fox, the Hidden Snow Fox, Chixiao Fire Fox, Flying Silver Fox, and Hell Black Fox. The fox before them was black; it was likely a Hell Black Fox.
Therefore, he replied, "This is a Hell Black Fox—tenacious and vengeful. It's very difficult to kill because it possesses illusion techniques that can pull people into its Divine Sense influence range at any time. The number of tails corresponds to our cultivation levels; since this black fox has four tails, it should be at the Divine Transformation Stage."
A fox demon at the Divine Transformation Stage was not to be taken lightly. Everyone knew that fox demons were highly intelligent creatures that cultivated rapidly once they gained awareness. Compared to top human cultivators, they were formidable opponents. Moreover, beast physiques were generally much stronger than those of humans; even among cultivators of equal rank, few could match a fox demon. Even Body Refinement cultivators would find it challenging against a beast that had lived for hundreds of years; they had to give their all to confront it.
The Hell Black Fox exuded a terrifying black aura that stirred up boundless winds and waves directed at the four. Zhao Yang noticed that while the Hell Black Fox's attacks were fierce, it still avoided spatial turbulence—evidence that such turbulence could shred any object into pieces.
With a mighty roar, Zhao Yang leaped high into the air, shattering the Sky Ladder beneath him as he soared above the Hell Black Fox with his fist raised high, aiming to smash its head. However, how could the Hell Black Fox not notice him? It swiftly flicked its tail and turned Zhao Yang into smoke with a single strike while smirking coldly at him.
However, in the next moment, a shadow that blotted out the sun descended from above. Zhao Yang swung his Stone Hammer down with tremendous force, magnifying its size and weight countless times. The Hell Black Fox let out a barely audible cry before being crushed into a pulp.
Zhao Yang put away the Stone Hammer without even glancing at the Hell Black Fox. He made an "OK" gesture to Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu, preparing to return to the Sky Ladder. But before he could make a move, he noticed the change in the expressions of the three.
"Be careful!" they shouted in unison.
Even though they had called out in alarm upon noticing something was off, it was too late. The Hell Black Fox wrapped one of its tails around Zhao Yang's neck and dragged him back!
Like a grasshopper caught on a string, the Hell Black Fox slammed Zhao Yang onto a sharp rock. The three were shocked and showed their anger, but before they could act, Zhao Yang's voice echoed in their minds: "Don't move! If you touch this chaotic flow, no one will survive!"
At that moment, Zhao Yang lay on the sharp stone, but one of his hands gripped its tip tightly; the stone had not harmed him at all. He looked up at the tail of the Hell Black Fox and confirmed his suspicion—it had only three tails left!
It was said that among the fox demon clan, there was an ancestor who was a Nine-Tailed Divine Fox, born with nine tails and possessing extraordinary wisdom. Its cultivation speed was comparable to that of humans, and it ultimately ascended to become an immortal, shedding its demon form. It left behind a secret technique suitable for fox demons called the Nine Lives Secret Art. As long as the physical body remained intact and the Primordial Spirit was not extinguished, cultivating several tails would grant several lives. However, no other race could practice this technique. If he guessed correctly, this Hell Black Fox had indeed cultivated this method.
Zhao Yang gripped the tail of the Hell Black Fox that was wrapped around his neck and let out a roar. To those watching from afar, he resembled an ant swinging a small cat.
Boom!
The Hell Black Fox was slammed against a cliff, causing it to collapse instantly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Black Fox was battered by Zhao Yang's strength, blood splattering everywhere as mountains crumbled under their struggle. Yet, the Hell Black Fox's body was incredibly resilient; it continued to thrash in anger. Zhao Yang swung it around for half an hour, leaving onlookers in awe. Meanwhile, Nangong Wuxin, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu sat on the Sky Ladder feeling somewhat drowsy and bored. They had grown accustomed to Zhao Yang's display of combat power.
"I say, Zhao Yang, look at the time; we need to hurry," Scholar Xiu reminded him.
In reality, Zhao Yang did not wish to prolong the Hell Black Fox's life; it simply required too much energy to use both size manipulation and the Stone Hammer effectively—he would have to expend at least half of his True Qi. He wanted to conserve his strength while waiting for the chaotic spatial currents to arrive.
Sure enough, a whistling sound of wind came from afar, and an invisible yet palpable cyclone swept past the cliff. Some hard stones were immediately ground into powder as they fell into the chaotic flow. Zhao Yang seized the Hell Black Fox and hurled it violently into the spatial turbulence. The Hell Black Fox's eyes widened in terror as it struggled with all its might, but no matter how strong it was, it could not break free. It could not comprehend why a human cultivator possessed such immense strength.
The wails echoed across the land as the Hell Black Fox was torn into black mist, disappearing into the chaos. Zhao Yang looked at the tail of the Hell Black Fox in his hand. He initially thought to burn it to ashes, but then he remembered how they had been lured by the scent of that fox tail before. Besides, it felt soft and furry; it could serve as a scarf in winter, so he tucked it away in his pocket.
Zhao Yang jumped onto the Sky Ladder, and the four of them exchanged glances, hesitant to mention what had just happened, especially Nangong Wuxin, whose face was as red as an apple, unsure where to place her hands, feeling extremely awkward.
"All four together?" Song Baliang was the first to break the silence, uttering words that made everyone uncomfortable.
"Four!" Scholar Xiu gasped, repeating it.
"Four..." Nangong Wuxin followed suit. To avoid further embarrassment, they had no choice but to shift the awkwardness onto Zhao Yang, who was walking at the front.
Zhao Yang nearly stumbled but found himself reflecting on the allure of fox charm techniques. He had thought that few things in this world could influence his mind, yet he realized that such techniques could amplify a person's desires exponentially. Men inherently possess certain desires, but he never expected fox charm techniques to be so bizarrely effective.
In truth, Zhao Yang had sensed something was off from the very beginning; he just hadn’t activated his Enlightenment Realm at that time. He thought it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy such a beautiful scene for a little longer, especially since the other three had never witnessed anything like it before—it was like giving them a cinematic experience. However, he never anticipated that he would become unable to extricate himself from it in the end.
In this world, right and wrong can sometimes be like this: knowing something is wrong yet still choosing to try it; once you try it, you may find yourself unable to escape and deeply entangled within it.
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