Bai Zihan mengangkat tangannya.
BOOM!!!
Tinju itu menghantam wajah Mo Zun dengan telak.
Tubuh Mo Zun kembali terpelanting.
Belum sempat ia menstabilkan diri—
Whoosh!!!
Bai Zihan sudah muncul di sampingnya.
Bang!!!
Satu pukulan mendarat lagi.
Lalu satu lagi.
Dan satu lagi.
Mo Zun dipukuli dari satu sisi medan perang ke sisi lainnya. Ia tidak mampu bertahan maupun menghindar. Darah memercik ke tanah, dan tubuhnya penuh luka. Tulang-tulangnya mulai retak di bawah serangan Bai Zihan yang tanpa henti.
Ini bukan lagi sebuah pertarungan, melainkan pembantaian satu arah. Mo Zun, yang dulunya berdiri di puncak para Kultivator Iblis, kini dipukuli hingga nyaris tewas.
Boom!!!
Satu pukulan lagi menghantam dada Mo Zun hingga tubuhnya menghujam tanah dengan keras. Ia terbatuk hebat, darah segar mengalir dari sudut mulutnya. Mo Zun akhirnya menyadari situasi yang sebenarnya.
Matanya dipenuhi rasa tidak terima, namun ada secercah ketakutan di sana. Ia bukan tandingan Bai Zihan dalam kondisi saat ini. Jika di masa jayanya ia hanya berhasil menekan Bai Zihan untuk sementara melalui *Demonic Blood Frenzy*, maka sekarang—saat teknik itu berakhir dan tubuhnya melemah—ia sama sekali tidak memiliki peluang untuk menang.
Jika ini terus berlanjut, ia mungkin benar-benar mati di sini. Bahkan jika ia selamat dari cedera fisik, mentalnya tidak akan tahan menanggung penghinaan ini lebih lama lagi.
Mo Zun mengepalkan tinju dan menggertakkan gigi. Akhirnya, ia menelan harga dirinya. Ia menoleh ke arah para Kultivator Iblis di sekelilingnya.
"Kalian semua!" suaranya parau, "Lindungi aku dan bunuh Bai Zihan!"
Para Kultivator Iblis di sekelilingnya hanya berdiri diam, tidak benar-benar melakukan perintah Mo Zun. Mereka saling bertukar pandang. Keraguan mereka bisa dimengerti. Lagipula, baru beberapa saat lalu Mo Zun memburu mereka di medan perang, membantai orang-orang mereka tanpa ragu sedikit pun.
Kini, ia meminta bantuan mereka? Meskipun mereka tahu Mo Zun dikendalikan efek *Demonic Blood Frenzy*, itu tidak sepenuhnya membenarkan perbuatannya. Bagaimana mungkin mereka melupakan kejadian beberapa menit lalu dan mengikuti perintahnya seperti anjing setia?
Melindungi Mo Zun? Sudah untung mereka tidak membalaskan dendam sekarang.
Mo Zun menyadari keraguan itu. Wajahnya berubah masam. Ia tahu harus menawarkan sesuatu, jika tidak, takkan ada yang mempertaruhkan nyawa untuknya.
"Siapa pun yang melindungiku..." Mo Zun terdiam sejenak, matanya berkilat penuh tekad, "Akan diperbolehkan mempelajari *Demonic Ghost Step*!"
Para Kultivator Iblis di sekitar langsung mendongak. Ekspresi mereka berubah. *Demonic Ghost Step*! Itu bukan teknik yang biasa digunakan Mo Zun sebelumnya, dan mereka tidak tahu dari mana ia mendapatkannya, tetapi mereka telah melihat kekuatannya. Dengan teknik ini, tak berlebihan jika dikatakan seseorang bisa menjadi Kultivator tercepat.
Jelas, kesempatan seperti itu akan diambil siapa pun. Namun, Mo Zun belum selesai.
"Lebih jauh lagi..." suaranya memberat, "Jika ada di antara kalian yang berhasil membunuh Bai Zihan, aku akan memberikan Pil Kelas-8!"
Seluruh medan perang mendadak sunyi senyap.
"Pil Kelas-8?!"
Ekspresi para Kultivator Iblis berubah drastis.
Mo Zun melanjutkan, "Sebuah Pil Kelas-8 yang mampu membantumu mengatasi Tribulasi Langit Abadi Emas!"
BOOM!!!
Begitu kata-kata itu terucap, sekelompok Kultivator Iblis itu meledak dalam kegembiraan. Mata mereka segera dipenuhi keserakahan. *Demonic Ghost Step* sudah merupakan teknik yang sangat kuat, tetapi Pil Kelas-8 yang bisa membantu mereka naik ke Alam Abadi Emas adalah sesuatu di level yang berbeda.
Jika mendapatkan pil itu, mereka juga bisa menjadi Abadi Emas! Dan setelah menjadi Abadi Emas, mereka akan berdiri di puncak mutlak Wilayah Timur. Siapa yang bisa menolak godaan seperti itu? Terutama para Kultivator Iblis. Hasrat mereka sudah meluap-luap. Mereka mengejar kekuatan, mengejar kekuasaan, mengejar apa pun yang bisa membuat mereka lebih kuat.
Sekarang, Mo Zun telah menaruh dua godaan besar di depan mata mereka. Keraguan di mata mereka lenyap seketika. Tak perlu banyak bicara soal para Kultivator Alam Abadi Bumi yang rela melakukan apa saja untuk mendapatkan pil itu. Bahkan mereka yang berada di ranah kultivasi lebih rendah pun tergiur. Meskipun mereka tidak membutuhkannya saat ini, bukan berarti mereka tidak bisa menggunakannya di masa depan. Belum lagi, mereka bisa menjualnya dengan harga yang sangat tinggi.
Selain itu, Mo Zun yang menakutkan itu sudah kembali ke kondisi normal. Tanpa *Demonic Blood Frenzy*, bagaimana mungkin Bai Zihan menghadapi mereka semua? Bahkan jika mereka tidak bisa membunuh Bai Zihan, melindungi Mo Zun seharusnya tidak terlalu sulit. Mereka memiliki ribuan orang; jumlah mereka adalah keuntungan yang sangat besar.
"Semuanya!" seorang Kultivator Iblis Alam Abadi Bumi berteriak, "Ini kesempatan kita! Bai Zihan kuat, tapi dia hanya satu orang. Jika kita bekerja sama, dia tidak akan bisa membunuh kita semua!"
Mata para Kultivator Iblis menajam. Benar. Apa yang mereka takutkan? Selama mereka bisa mencegah Bai Zihan membunuh Mo Zun, mereka akan mendapatkan hadiahnya.
Suasana medan perang berubah lagi. Beberapa saat lalu mereka ketakutan, kini mereka bersiap melindungi Mo Zun dan membunuh Bai Zihan.
"Lindungi Lord Mo!"
"Bunuh Bai Zihan!"
"Jangan biarkan dia mendekati Lord Mo!"
Bai Zihan raised his hand.
Boom!!!
His fist slammed into Mo Zun’s face.
Mo Zun’s body was sent flying once again.
Before he could even stabilize himself—
Whoosh!!!
Bai Zihan appeared beside him.
Bang!!!
Another punch landed.
Then another.
And another.
Mo Zun was beaten from one side of the battlefield to the other.
He could neither defend nor dodge.
Blood splattered across the ground.
His body was covered in wounds.
His bones were already beginning to crack under Bai Zihan’s relentless attacks.
This was no longer a battle.
It was a one-sided beating.
Mo Zun, who had previously stood at the peak of the Demonic Cultivators, was being beaten within an inch of his life.
Boom!!!
Another punch slammed into his chest.
Mo Zun’s body crashed heavily into the ground.
He coughed violently.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Zun truly began to understand the situation he was in.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness. But there was also a trace of fear.
He was no match for Bai Zihan in his current state.
Even at his strongest, he had only managed to temporarily suppress Bai Zihan through Demonic Blood Frenzy.
Now that the technique had ended and his body had been severely weakened—
There was absolutely no chance of winning.
If this continued—
He might really die here.
Even if it wasn’t due to physical injuries, his mentality couldn’t take the humiliation for much longer.
Mo Zun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
He finally swallowed his pride.
He turned his head toward the surrounding Demonic Cultivators.
"All of you!"
His voice was hoarse.
"Protect me and kill Bai Zihan!"
The surrounding Demonic Cultivators just stood still, without actually doing what Mo Zun ordered.
They exchanged glances with one another.
Their hesitation was understandable.
After all, just moments ago, Mo Zun had been chasing them around the battlefield.
He had killed countless of their own people.
He had slaughtered them without hesitation.
Now—
He was asking them to help him?
Although they understood that Mo Zun had been controlled by the effects of Demonic Blood Frenzy—
That didn’t completely justify what he had done.
How could they now completely forget what had just happened minutes ago and follow whatever Mo Zun said like loyal dogs?
Listen to Mo Zun? Protect him?
It was already good enough that they hadn’t started taking revenge against Mo Zun.
Mo Zun noticed their hesitation.
His face became extremely ugly.
He gritted his teeth.
But he knew that he had to offer them something.
Otherwise, none of them would risk their lives for him.
"Anyone who protects me..."
Mo Zun paused.
His eyes flashed with determination.
"Will be allowed to learn the Demonic Ghost Step!"
The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately raised their heads.
Their expressions changed.
Demonic Ghost Step!
It wasn’t a technique that Mo Zun had previously used, and they had no idea where he had gotten it from, but they had seen its power.
With this technique, it was no exaggeration to say that one could become the fastest Cultivator.
Obviously, such an opportunity was something anyone would be willing to take.
But Mo Zun wasn’t finished.
"Furthermore..."
His voice became heavier.
"If any of you manages to kill Bai Zihan, I will give you a Grade-8 Pill!"
The entire battlefield suddenly became silent.
"A Grade-8 Pill?!"
The expressions of the Demonic Cultivators changed drastically.
Mo Zun continued.
"A Grade-8 Pill capable of helping you overcome the Golden Immortal Heavenly Tribulation!"
BOOM!!!
The moment those words fell—
The entire group of Demonic Cultivators erupted.
Their eyes immediately became filled with greed.
Demonic Ghost Step was already an extremely powerful technique.
But a Grade-8 Pill that could help them ascend to the Golden Immortal Realm—
That was something on an entirely different level.
If they obtained such a pill—
They could also become Golden Immortals!
And once they became Golden Immortals—
They would stand at the absolute peak of the Eastern Region.
Who could resist such temptation?
Especially Demonic Cultivators.
Their desires were already overwhelming.
They pursued strength.
They pursued power.
They pursued whatever could make them stronger.
And now, Mo Zun had placed two enormous temptations directly in front of them.
The Demonic Ghost Step!
And a Grade-8 Pill capable of helping them ascend to the Golden Immortal Realm.
The hesitation in their eyes immediately disappeared.
There was no need to talk much about the Earth Immortal Realm Cultivators, who could do anything to obtain a Grade-8 Pill that could help them withstand the Heavenly Tribulation.
Even those in the lower cultivation realms were tempted.
After all, even if they had no need for it at their current level, it didn’t mean that they couldn’t use it in the future.
Not to mention, if they couldn’t reach the Peak Earth Immortal Realm, they could sell the pill at a very high price.
Moreover, the terrifying Mo Zun who had been rampaging through their ranks had already returned to his normal state.
Without Demonic Blood Frenzy empowering Mo Zun, how could Bai Zihan deal with all of them?
Even if they couldn’t kill Bai Zihan—
Protecting Mo Zun shouldn’t be too difficult.
They had thousands of Demonic Cultivators.
Their numbers alone were an enormous advantage.
One person couldn’t possibly deal with all of them.
"Everyone!"
An Earth Immortal Demonic Cultivator suddenly shouted.
"This is our chance! Bai Zihan is powerful, but he is only one person."
"If we work together, he won’t be able to kill all of us!"
The surrounding Demonic Cultivators’ eyes became sharper.
That’s right.
What were they afraid of?
Bai Zihan had been fighting Mo Zun for so long.
Even if Bai Zihan was powerful—
Could he really fight thousands of Demonic Cultivators at the same time?
As long as they could prevent Bai Zihan from killing Mo Zun—
They would obtain the rewards.
Demonic Ghost Step!
Of course, for many in the Immortal Realm, they were more interested in the Grade-8 Pill.
No one was willing to give up such an opportunity.
As for the Bai Clan, they didn’t think too much about them.
The Bai Clan was indeed powerful.
They knew that.
But their numbers were far too small compared to the Demonic Cultivators.
There were thousands of them gathered here.
Even if the Bai Clan’s experts were stronger individually—
What could they do against such overwhelming numbers?
The Demonic Cultivators’ confidence rapidly returned.
One by one, they stepped forward.
"Protect Lord Mo!"
"Kill Bai Zihan!"
"Don’t let him get close to Lord Mo!"
The atmosphere of the battlefield changed once again.
Moments ago—
They had been terrified of Mo Zun and Bai Zihan.
Now, they were going to protect Mo Zun and kill Bai Zihan.
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