Chapter 331 - 330: Hei Zang (2)

His fists were covered in dark chains, and each strike carried the weight of spatial restrictions.

Lin Yuan met him head-on.

The first exchange shook the clearing.

The second shattered the remaining stones.

The third forced Hei Zang backward.

Lin Yuan’s True Elemental Body allowed him to withstand the physical pressure, while the Dao Fruit refined his movements and guided the circulation of his techniques.

He did not simply strike harder.

He struck at the moments when Hei Zang’s spatial energy shifted between offense and defense.

Every time the Demon King attempted to establish a new restraint, Lin Yuan’s thunder disrupted the connection.

Every time Hei Zang tried to retreat through a spatial passage, the rain revealed the coordinates.

And every time the Demon King changed his attack, Three Rebirths allowed Lin Yuan to follow the sequence of transformations.

The battle became increasingly one-sided.

Hei Zang’s arms trembled.

His chains had been shattered, his spatial restrictions repeatedly disrupted, and the circulation of energy through his body had become unstable.

He gritted his teeth and attempted to unleash another technique.

Lin Yuan’s palm struck his chest.

False Immortal Palmstrike.

The impact sent Hei Zang flying across the clearing.

He crashed into the side of a mountain, creating a deep depression in the rock.

For several breaths, he did not move.

Then he slowly raised his head.

Blood flowed from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He had not even managed to force Lin Yuan to retreat.

The cultivator had defeated Xie Luo, and now he was on the verge of defeating him as well.

A cold realization entered Hei Zang’s heart.

The Four Spatial Calamities had been feared because their abilities complemented one another.

Xie Luo could locate and manipulate spatial connections.

Hei Zang could bind targets and restrict their movement.

Mo Yan could use shadows to conceal his presence and attack from unexpected directions.

Sha Luo possessed the most profound spatial comprehension among them, allowing her to coordinate their abilities and identify the weaknesses of their enemies.

Together, they were far more dangerous than any one of them alone.

But if Lin Yuan could defeat them individually, their greatest advantage would disappear.

Hei Zang’s expression changed.

He immediately attempted to send a transmission.

The spatial connection flickered.

Then it shattered.

His eyes widened.

Lin Yuan had destroyed the coordinate before he could establish the connection.

The Demon King’s face became pale.

The same thing had happened to Xie Luo.

Lin Yuan looked at him calmly.

"You should have learned from your brother’s mistake."

Hei Zang roared and rushed forward one final time.

Lin Yuan’s eyes flashed.

Golden-purple thunder descended.

The rain gathered.

Three Rebirths connected the principles into a single strike.

The battle ended with a thunderous explosion.

When the light faded, Hei Zang lay motionless within the shattered remains of the mountain.

The second Demon King had fallen.

Several kilometers away, Mo Yan stopped in the middle of an ancient forest.

He had sensed Hei Zang’s arrival, but he had not expected the battle to end so quickly.

Now, the spatial connection between the siblings had fallen silent.

For several breaths, Mo Yan stood motionless.

Then his face twisted.

"Two?"

He could no longer sense Xie Luo.

Now Hei Zang had also disappeared.

A cold feeling spread through his chest.

The Four Spatial Calamities had survived countless battles within the Hollow Beyond. They had fought powerful cultivators, infiltrated guarded territories, and escaped from situations that would have killed ordinary Demon Kings.

Yet two of them had fallen within the same region of the Sacred Grounds.

Mo Yan’s expression became grim.

He immediately abandoned his search and headed toward the clearing.

His body merged with the shadows beneath the ancient trees, and his movement became almost impossible to detect.

He had no intention of rushing into the battlefield without a plan.

If Lin Yuan possessed the ability to dismantle spatial techniques, then approaching him directly would be foolish.

Mo Yan’s strength lay in concealment.

He would use it.

He would observe the battle from a distance, identify the weaknesses of Lin Yuan’s techniques, and strike when the cultivator was occupied.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Unlike his two younger brothers, Mo Yan did not believe that brute force was the answer to every problem.

He had survived by being patient.

He would remain patient now.

As he moved through the forest, the shadows around him deepened.

His presence disappeared.

Even the spiritual Qi seemed to flow around the places where he passed, leaving no trace of his movement.

He reached the edge of the mountain range several breaths later.

Then he stopped.

The scene before him was not what he had expected.

The clearing had been transformed into a battlefield.

The ground was cracked, several trees had been uprooted, and the side of a nearby mountain had collapsed.

At the center stood Lin Yuan.

Bai Qingyue and Ku Ming were beside him.

Two enormous demonic corpses lay nearby.

Mo Yan’s eyes narrowed.

His brothers were dead.

For a moment, he could not move.

Then his gaze shifted toward Lin Yuan.

The cultivator was speaking with the red-skinned monk, his expression calm as though the deaths of two Demon Kings were insignificant events.

Mo Yan’s heart filled with fury.

He had not expected Lin Yuan to be this powerful.

But he had also not expected the two siblings to fall so quickly.

He suppressed his anger and retreated deeper into the shadows.

He needed to think.

If he attacked now, Lin Yuan might detect him before he could approach.

If he attempted to escape, he would have to cross the same spatial layers that Lin Yuan had already learned to manipulate.

Neither option was appealing.

Mo Yan’s eyes shifted toward Bai Qingyue.

She was standing beside Lin Yuan, her cultivation aura restrained but stable.

Unlike Lin Yuan, she had not participated directly in the previous two battles.

Mo Yan’s gaze sharpened.

Perhaps that was the opening he needed.

Lin Yuan’s strength was formidable, but his attention might be divided if his Dao Companion came under attack.

Mo Yan did not intend to underestimate Bai Qingyue. The reports concerning her role in the deaths of the three Demon Kings had already established that she was dangerous.

But her cultivation was lower than Lin Yuan’s, and she was still recovering from the damage to her meridians.

If he could separate her from Lin Yuan, even briefly, he might create an opportunity.

He began moving through the shadows.

Slowly.

Carefully.

He did not realize that the rain had not completely disappeared from the clearing.

A faint silver-blue mist still lingered among the trees.

It was so thin that ordinary spiritual sense would have overlooked it.

But the mist carried a trace of Lin Yuan’s Dao.

And the moment Mo Yan’s shadow touched it, the silver-blue light trembled.

Lin Yuan’s expression changed.

He stopped speaking.

Bai Qingyue immediately noticed.

"What is it?"