Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Corpses Everywhere

When they saw Fang Lie had slain even a Nascent Soul True Immortal, the other cultivators turned deathly pale, their legs trembling uncontrollably. None dared face him, fleeing in panic instead.

Fang Lie had completely lost his senses, consumed by mindless bloodlust as he pursued the fleeing cultivators. Empowered by the black wings on his back, his speed became terrifying. He transformed into a streak of black light, darting through the crowd like a phantom. Each time he materialized, black-red Sword Energy would flash, inevitably cutting someone in half.

His combat power defied belief. None could withstand a single blow from him as he rampaged unchecked through the battlefield.

Yet his madness made him predictable. He simply targeted areas with the most people, making no effort to collect the Sumeru Bags littering the ground. This carelessness with priceless treasures revealed his compromised state.

"He’s lost his mind after demonic possession! However strong he is now, he’s just a mindless beast!"

"Exactly! Let’s find a way to kill this brute. That Fifth Rank treasure will be ours!"

"Fool! His Demon Sword just bisected a Nascent Soul True Immortal! That’s clearly a Sixth-rank magical item!"

"Sixth-rank? Even Wind Tribulation Immortals rarely possess such treasures! The Mo Sect’s treasures alone could make us rich!"

"Look at all these Sumeru Bags! We don’t need to fight him – just grabbing a couple would set us for life!"

Greed overpowered fear. What began as a hunt for Fifth Rank treasures escalated when Sixth-rank items and mountains of loot entered the equation.

Had Fang Lie remained conscious, his combat strength might have deterred attackers. But this frenzied version didn’t even flee, ensuring his eventual collapse from exhaustion. The entire town’s cultivators mobilized – Nascent Soul True Immortals who’d avoided Mo Sect conflicts, Purple Palace realm experts, even Golden Pool realm opportunists.

Over a thousand swarmed like vultures. Some attacked Fang Lie directly with Flying Swords, flying needles, poison Gu insects, and Spirit Beasts. Others scrambled for fallen Sumeru Bags. Dozens of treasures and Dao magic bombardment would overwhelm even a Wind Tribulation Immortal.

Yet demonic Fang Lie only grew fiercer. His preternatural speed dodged most attacks while his blade deflected incoming treasures. Fifteen minutes of carnage left him unharmed, but half the Nascent Soul True Immortals dead – many from friendly fire.

As survivors retreated, the looters became easy prey. Fang Lie’s sword strokes now claimed multiple lives per strike, driving the mob toward town. Had he breached the settlement, total destruction would follow.

A sudden intervention came from a female Wind Tribulation Immortal emerging from closed-door training. Her water element Dao magic manifested massive water screens through fluttering sleeves – each shield spanning hundreds of feet and weighing like mountains. Though Fang Lie shattered every barrier, new layers formed endlessly, forcing his retreat yet unable to subdue him.

The Demon Sword’s fatal flaws became apparent:

1) Its killing energy ravaged the host’s body. Even Purple Palace or Golden Pool cultivators would perish within half an hour.

2) Without true sword flight speed, it relied on sluggish demonic energy.

A swift cultivator could theoretically lure the possessed host to isolation and wait for bodily collapse. But in the frenzy of battle, none recognized this weakness.

The previous owners of this Demon Sword who completely succumbed to demonic madness all met the same fate.

But when it fell into Fang Lie’s hands, those two flaws were instantly resolved.

Not only was Fang Lie’s body exceptionally robust, but he also possessed the Nirvana Fire within him. Even the corrosive killing energy couldn’t erode this innate divine fire, forced to tolerate its presence.

As long as the Nirvana Fire remained, any damage inflicted by the killing energy on Fang Lie’s body would be swiftly healed.

Thus, even in full demonic madness, Fang Lie’s body could endure for an astonishingly long period—at least eight to ten days.

More astonishing were his Divine Phoenix Golden Wings, renowned as the world’s swiftest. Even after his descent into madness, these wings not only compensated for his lack of speed but enhanced it beyond measure.

This combination proved catastrophic. The Demon Sword’s offensive might, paired with supreme swordsmanship, unmatched velocity, and near-indestructible flesh, transformed Fang Lie into an unstoppable engine of destruction.

His combat power surged to levels rivaling even a Wind Tribulation Immortal.

Had this particular Immortal not been among the most skilled of her peers, she might have fallen to the maddened Fang Lie!

Yet her intervention marked the end of his rampage, cutting short his slaughter.

Throughout the carnage, Fang Lie observed everything through his divine sense. Recognizing the stalemate, he acted decisively.

He withdrew his true spirit from the possessed body, allowing it to crumble into ashes before the Immortal’s eyes.

Meanwhile, his genuine form began reincarnation within the Cycle of Fire.

The Wind Tribulation Immortal found herself in a quandary. Specializing in water-element Dao magic, her defensive prowess far outstripped her offensive capabilities. Against a mindless berserker like Fang Lie, she could only stall, desperately hoping for reinforcements.

As the sole Wind Tribulation Immortal stationed on the island, she faced grim prospects. Prolonged combat might exhaust her before affecting Fang Lie. Yet abandoning her post was unthinkable—the entire town relied on her protection.

Her dilemma resolved unexpectedly when Fang Lie’s body spontaneously combusted into ash.

Initially startled, she brightened, assuming he’d perished from overexertion—and that his treasures were now hers to claim.

But her divine sense swept empty beaches. No Sumeru Bags. No Demon Sword. Dread replaced anticipation as realization struck—major sect disciples often possessed resurrection methods. Could this madman hold high position in the Mo Sect?

Cold sweat drenched her back. In Wanxing Sea, Wind Tribulation Immortals commanded respect, but against the Mo Sect’s might, she was insignificant. Harming their elite disciple meant certain doom.

The distraught Immortal returned to town muttering, "What karma did I invoke? A demon attacks during meditation, only to discover he’s some major sect’s favored disciple? Cruel fate!"

Two hours later, Fang Lie completed his Resurrection via the Cycle of Fire’s teleportation array, reappearing boldly at the shore.

Previously, he’d been viewed as mobile treasure trove, inviting greed and violence. Now, everything changed.

Cultivators scavenging the beach fled screaming at his approach. Passersby recoiled as if he were the Plague Spirit Immortal incarnate.

Amused by their terror, Fang Lie chuckled and soared toward the town.

News of his return spread instantly. Thousands scrambled in panic, hundreds evacuating rather than face the resurrected scourge.