Just as Baiyu saw through the demon's ability, the opponent, in a fit of rage, charged directly at Baiyu.

But based on the previous analysis,

Baiyu believed that this enemy, identified by the Scholar Space as a moth-like demon, wasn't all that powerful in direct combat.

Otherwise,

he wouldn't be acting so roundabout; he'd confront Baiyu directly head-on.

So when the demon attacked, Baiyu didn't dodge but relied on the formidable defense of the Forbidden Armament, intending to trade blows.

However,

when the opponent saw Baiyu charging straight up, his expression shifted slightly. After decades of roaming the Spirit Realm, the number of human warriors he trapped and killed was in the hundreds.

He had even hunted humans reaching the level of Tier Two Martial Artists using his abilities.

Though his real combat power was only akin to a human Tier Four to Tier Five, as long as someone was trapped in his abilities, if they couldn't discover it quickly and break free, he could, with certainty, hunt even a Tier One.

Of course,

bewitching a Tier One or Tier Two Martial Artist was almost impossible.

Warriors at this level had strong spirits and unwavering minds, as solid as fortified walls, making it extremely difficult to bewitch or invade them.

His earlier success was only because that Tier Two Martial Artist was severely injured.

Baiyu breaking free already vastly exceeded his expectations, and he didn't expect the opponent to be so reckless as to engage in close combat.

Lucas's abilities feared nothing.

He only feared the reckless.

Evidently, in Lucas's eyes, Baiyu was now a true reckless fool.

"Do you truly think I fear you?"

Enraged, Lucas even spat out words in the demon language as he quickly approached Baiyu, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Instantly,

Baiyu felt his Blood Qi and spirituality suppressed to nearly nothing.

Under the great tree,

The severely injured Lv Tao lay discarded at the crossroad. Nearby, Baiyu was held by Lucas, both maintaining a bizarre stance.

Baiyu couldn't move.

But Lucas couldn't move either.

This was the effect of "Suppression."

Baiyu's eyes turned red. This ability was simply too overpowered. If he could obtain it, killing and plundering would be effortless.

Suppress them first, then allow others to launch a frenzied attack—who could survive?

However,

this was a demon's ability.

Even if he desired it, he could only enviously watch. It seems acquiring abilities differs for demons from humans.

They have no Magic Elixir to speak of.

More often,

they rely on the Celestial Demon Pool.

The two maintained this bizarre stance, seemingly locked in a power struggle.

The opponent made no further moves, remaining motionless after suppressing Baiyu.

Gradually,

Baiyu uncovered the workings of this "Suppression" ability.

His Blood Qi and spirituality were suppressed to an extremely weak state and continued to drain away.

But the opponent didn't seem to have it any better either.

His physical strength and energy were draining, and large beads of sweat were emerging on his forehead.

Baiyu quietly activated the Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill, continuously restoring himself, preparing for a prolonged confrontation.

But Lucas was becoming restless.

The opponent's Blood Qi didn't seem to match the level of a Tier Five Martial Artist. Having persisted this long, he was finding it hard to continue.

"Seems you're no different, just like Lv Tao, all talk."

Baiyu sharply noticed Lucas's fatigue, and the mark on his arm suddenly lit up.

Though his Blood Qi and spirituality were at their lowest, making any attack impossible, his body held something else.

For example,

the Black Moon power Baiyu had always been wary of.

Now the Black Moon Mark on his arm emerged, and the power from within, originating from the Black Moon, exploded forth.

Baiyu's eyes turned pure black, with no whites visible.

Lucas's heart tensed. He instantaneously realized that Baiyu, being able to summon a Black Moon Giant, must indeed be a Black Moon Apostle!

Even though over the years, with the Black Moon's madness, the Black Moon Apostles and its followers have either gone crazy, died, or killed each other to near extinction.

Yet,

back when the Black Moon Divine Power was at its peak, many senior demons in the Celestial Demon Hall recounted tales of the Black Moon Apostles' might, each shivering in fear.

The abilities of the Black Moon Faction

were undoubtedly the most bizarre and troublesome.

The moment Baiyu's eyes turned black, Lucas sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

A strange power invaded his body.

Simultaneously,

filling the surroundings.

This bizarre power swiftly formed an isolated, inky-black space enclosing the two.

The space wasn't vast,

akin to a basketball court in size.

Within, both the ground and the sky were blackened, rendering nothing visible besides endless darkness.

This black mist circulated continuously, akin to flowing water.

Lucas glanced around warily, feeling extremely uncomfortable in this dark space.

For some reason,

his tenfold strength could barely manifest five to six layers.

"This is the Black Moon Death Struggle, a power from the Black Moon Mark. Once triggered, the space will not vanish unless one of us dies."

At that moment,

Baiyu, who was immobilized by suppression, spoke up.

Lucas's eyelids twitched, and sweat poured down in large beads from his forehead, his body already teetering.

In this space, his stamina drained even quicker, growing weaker with every passing second, already struggling to maintain suppression over Baiyu.

How abominable.

If only Lv Tao hadn't deviated from the mission plan and acted rashly, not waiting to act in unison, how could this have failed?

Humans are truly untrustworthy.

With hatred consuming him, Lucas pondered his escape strategy until, unexpectedly, he felt a powerful force from his hand.

Only to see Baiyu, his pupils pitch black, engulfed in black mist, erupting violently, delivering a punch to his face.

Bam!

A clear cracking sound of bones breaking reverberated.

Baiyu was already equipped with the Forbidden Armament, and this punch used all his strength, nearly taking Lucas's life.

Though not fatal, Lucas's entire face caved inwards, with vile green-blue fluid oozing out.

The demon blood's color differs from humans.

Often of this green-blue hue.

"Boy, I am the son of the seventh hall master of the Celestial Demon Hall. If you dare kill me, in the future, you…"

"Die!"

Baiyu unleashed a Blood Qi Burst, delivering a punch, the force of which condensed into a raging dragon in mid-air, piercing through Lucas's heart.

Myriad Beasts Battle Technique, Soaring Dragon Fist!

Massive amounts of green-blue fluid erupted from Lucas's body; this punch floored him, his eyes wide open, saliva uncontrolled at the corners of his mouth.

Baiyu seized the moment, rushed forward in two strides, and unleashed two more dragon-condensing punches onto Lucas.

At once, Lucas's head and upper body burst open, and even with a demon's life force, survival was impossible from such grievous injuries.

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