Chapter 120: Overwhelming Onslaught (Alliance Leader: Mortal March)

He stretched out his left hand and grasped forward; a vortex materialized out of thin air, pulling the Black Rose in, making escape impossible. His right fist, already condensed with immense power, slammed forward.

“It’s always me who kills others!” Seeing no way to retreat, Blackberry surged her magical energy, a divine light blossoming once more at her brow. She managed to withstand the Hammer of Heaven’s strike and continuously swung her sword, slashing toward Jiang Fan’s fist.

Bang!

Jiang Fan’s punch blasted the magic sword aside with terrifying force, causing the magical aura surrounding Black Rose to explode repeatedly. The demon was horrified and instinctively tried to flee, but the vortex pulled her back, preventing any escape.

Boom, boom, boom...

At that moment, the Hammer of Heaven resounded again.

“No!”

Black Rose shrieked. The black radiance at her brow shattered as she activated her defensive treasure, but it was no longer enough. With a wail, blood spurted from her seven orifices.

“Die!”

Jiang Fan stepped forward, his finger like a sword, plunging into her brow.

“Forbidden Divine Technique!”

His expression was cold as beams of divine light shot from his fingertip, penetrating her spirit sea’s purple palace, aiming to imprison her soul.

“Never thought your magic was this formidable, far surpassing mine. But you want to enslave me? Hahaha, no chance!” Black Rose’s head suddenly bore a miniature figure, an exquisite replica of herself, now twisted in a terrifying snarl. “If I drag this prodigy who defies the heavens down with me, it’s worth it!”

“Demon defies the heavens, all shall return to the origin!”

Her entire body ignited rapidly, her magic surging violently, forcefully shaking Jiang Fan’s finger away.

“You want to die together with me?” Jiang Fan’s face darkened.

“Here, you destroy my body, and with the Hammer of Heaven, how can my soul escape? Since there’s no way out, then we die together!” Black Rose’s voice sharpened.

Jiang Fan retreated swiftly, the Hammer of Heaven above him reverberating incessantly.

“Heh heh, little one, trying to kill me? You’re still too naive!” Black Rose’s tone shifted. “You nearly split my head open; I won’t forget this grudge!”

Her burning body suddenly spun and fled toward a distance, but ahead appeared a palace with its gates wide open. Without hesitation, she dove inside.

“Come!” Jiang Fan beckoned, and the palace shrank, landing in his palm. He smiled, “Demons are the most cunning and value their own lives the most. How could I not foresee this? Besides, even if you self-destruct, how could you harm me?”

This palace was a superior magical treasure he had obtained from Nangong Rou, combining offense and defense.

“You—You are the real demon!” Inside the palace, Black Rose trembled with fury. “This palace gives me an unshakable feeling. A superior treasure?”

“Indeed, this is the Mortal Realm Retreat, my personal palace. How do you like it?” Jiang Fan grinned.

“A superior treasure palace! You truly harbor great secrets!” Black Rose sneered weakly. “What will you do with me?”

“I’ll give you only one choice: calm your mind. I’ve planted a mark in your soul. From now on, you serve me!” Jiang Fan said coldly.

“Impossible!” Black Rose screamed.

“Then die!” Jiang Fan thought, and flames cascaded within the palace, engulfing Black Rose. No matter how she struggled, it was futile.

“I—I—I surrender!” Black Rose said mournfully. “I don’t want to die!”

“Wise is he who knows the times!” Jiang Fan thought again, and the flames vanished. “Manifest your soul, open your heart!”

“Fine!” Black Rose lowered her head in resignation, but her eyes were dim. Above her head, the miniature soul figure flew out again.

Her soul light spread—she had completely opened herself, leaving no defenses.

Jiang Fan smirked, and the Hammer of Heaven above him vibrated sharply. Its sound waves condensed into a beam that struck Black Rose’s soul within the Mortal Realm Retreat.

“Why do you still want to kill me...!”

Her soul emitted a piercing wail before falling utterly silent. The miniature figure’s light faded, her will completely extinguished.

Jiang Fan pushed the miniature soul back into her body and saw Black Rose’s vacant, expressionless eyes.

“If not kill you, then who?”

“The inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Sect likely comes from the Upper Realm, having cultivated countless secret arts, especially mastering the soul path!”

“With my half-baked level, to act rashly would surely cause me to be counterattacked!”

“Am I a fool?”

Jiang Fan thought as he suppressed Black Rose’s body deep inside the Mortal Realm Retreat. He did not kill her but erased her will to obtain her memories and uncover the secrets of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Now was clearly not the right time.

Flipping his palm, Black Rose’s treasure pouch appeared. After inspection, most of the items were feminine. Jiang Fan sneered and took out a magic sword.

After refining it, he realized it was a mid-grade magical weapon named “Glint!”

Jiang Fan wielded the sword, releasing force waves to clear a path ahead.

He attempted to fly, but the pressure from the sky made it difficult to rise more than three feet. His magical power depleted rapidly, so he reluctantly landed.

Here, magic was insufficient—one would die!

Ahead lay ruins and debris, including fragments of weapons. Most were decayed, but a few still radiated light.

Jiang Fan tested them; even those with residual power were nearly exhausted. Once fully dissipated, they would rot away.

Some weapon remnants, though lacking divine might, were made of tough materials.

He tried the Glint sword on one. The blade chipped immediately, so he collected these fragments without hesitation.

Ahead was a square, pockmarked but relatively open.

Here lay several broken skeletons, their clothes weathered away, but the bones remained intact.

In the center sat a corpse, cross-legged and motionless, hair and beard intact, face like a newborn’s—vividly lifelike. Beneath the skin, celestial light flowed, resisting the ravages of time.

Yet the chest was pierced by an unknown force, extinguishing life.

“What...!” Jiang Fan gasped.

“Eternal and undying, what kind of existence is this?”

“An immortal, definitely an immortal!”

Jiang Fan cupped his hands in salute.

“A magnificent immortal bone!” A man approached and, upon seeing the corpse, exclaimed in awe. “Enduring through the ages without decay, at least a Celestial Immortal level. Ha! If I can refine this into a clone, who in the world can oppose me? I alone shall reign supreme!”

“Can you really refine it?” Jiang Fan asked.

He recognized the man as Mo Chaluo from his earlier sensing.

“An immortal body...!” Mo Chaluo clicked his tongue. “At my current realm, it’s nearly impossible. To refine it, I’d need at least to reach the Earth Immortal stage! But I’m close to Earth Immortal now. Once I break through and refine this immortal body into a clone, I’ll dominate the mortal realm. Even the Human Emperor will bow to me!”

“You seem to have forgotten me!” Jiang Fan smiled.