From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 125 Working Together to Fight the Demon King

Wen Chen's hand was warm and strong, and the spiritual energy he channeled quickly repaired my damaged meridians. I took a deep breath and struggled to my feet. "I'm fine." My voice was still a little hoarse, but full of determination. Wen Chen looked at me, his eyes still showing worry, but also a hint of relief.

"Proceed according to plan," he said curtly, his eyes sharpening, and the light from the immortal sword in his hand intensified. The next moment, he transformed into a streak of light and launched a fierce attack on the Black Flame Demon King.

I had never seen Wen Chen so fully committed. The immortal sword in his hand was wielded like a dragon emerging from the sea, its sharp sword energy crisscrossing and tearing the surrounding demonic energy to shreds. Brilliant immortal light flashed, and the originally dim dark valley was now illuminated as if it were daytime.

"Roar!" The Black Flame Demon King was completely enraged by Wen Chen's attack. It let out a deafening roar, its huge body trembling violently, and an even more powerful demonic energy surged from its body. It concentrated all its strength to fight against Wen Chen, its two huge demonic claws swinging, bringing with them gusts of bloody wind.

The collision of their powers generated a massive shockwave, shattering the surrounding rocks into dust. I had to circulate my spiritual energy to protect myself in order to barely withstand the powerful impact.

I stared intently at the two figures in the center of the battlefield, my heart filled with worry and tension. Wen Chen's attacks, though fierce, failed to truly harm the Black Flame Demon King. The Demon King's defenses were incredibly strong, and its demonic energy seemed inexhaustible; each attack carried devastating power.

I understand that now is not the time for me to act. I must wait for the perfect moment to deliver the fatal blow to the Black Flame Demon King. My gaze fell upon the pair of enormous demonic horns on the Demon King's head. Those were the source of the Demon King's power, and also its greatest weakness.

I took a deep breath and quietly circled around to the Demon King's back. I approached cautiously, each step taken with extreme care. The demonic energy surrounding the Demon King formed a powerful protective shield, and with each step I took closer, I felt a strong resistance, as if an invisible hand was pushing me away.

Sweat soaked my clothes, and my heart pounded faster and faster. I felt an evil force surging around me, as if countless eyes were watching me, monitoring my every move. I held my breath, trying to remain calm. I knew I had to succeed. For Wen Chen's sake, and for the sake of this world, I had to destroy the Demon King's horns… A chilling cold suddenly came from behind me, and I whirled around…

A chilling cold suddenly came from behind me. I turned around abruptly, but saw nothing. Was it just my imagination? I wondered, but the chill lingered, like a needle pricking my nerves. I suppressed my unease and continued forward. Every step was incredibly difficult. The demonic energy surrounding the Demon King seemed to materialize, binding me tightly like a viscous swamp.

I gritted my teeth, channeling all my spiritual energy to resist the immense resistance. Sweat streamed down my forehead, dripping onto the scorching ground and evaporating instantly. I felt my body was about to collapse under the weight, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Just when I was about to give up, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped me. The oppressive feeling vanished instantly, and I felt a lightness in my body, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted. I looked up and saw Master Qingfeng standing not far away. His face was pale, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured.

"Miss Xiao Yao, hurry up!" Although Qingfeng Daoist's voice was weak, it was full of determination. "This old Daoist is doing everything in his power, but I can only buy you a few moments!"

My heart skipped a beat, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. I knew that Master Qingfeng had risked aggravating his injuries by using his magic again to create an opportunity for me. I couldn't let him down!

I took a deep breath, banishing all distracting thoughts, and focused my attention once more, approaching the Demon King's horns. Without the obstruction of demonic energy, my speed increased significantly. I held my breath, trying to make no sound, moving silently like a ghost.

The Demon King was currently locked in a fierce battle with Wen Chen and had no idea I was approaching. Wen Chen's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, each move aimed directly at the Demon King's vitals. However, the Demon King's defenses were simply too strong; although Wen Chen's attacks caused it some trouble, they were ultimately unable to truly harm it.

I stared intently at the demon horns on the Demon King's head, silently calculating the distance in my mind. Closer, closer... I could almost feel the powerful force emanating from the horns, a chilling power filled with an aura of destruction.

I gripped the dagger tightly, my palms already sweating. This was it! I silently vowed, preparing to launch the final attack.

Just then, I suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation coming from the direction of the Demon King. It was a strange feeling, as if something was interfering with the Demon King's senses... A thought struck me, and I turned to look at Zi Xuan in the distance... She was standing with her eyes closed, hands clasped together, chanting incantations... Could it be... her?

Zixuan's actions startled me; she had been secretly helping us all along! A warm feeling washed over me, dispelling my previous fear and unease. I knew now was not the time to hesitate. Zixuan had bought me precious time in her own way, and I had to seize this opportunity!

I took a deep breath, concentrating all my spiritual energy into the dagger in my hand. The dagger emitted a dazzling light, like a miniature sun illuminating the dark space. My gaze sharpened, locking onto the demonic horns on the demon king's head—the source of its power, and also its greatest weakness.

"Yao'er, be careful!" Wen Chen's voice came from not far away, tinged with worry. I knew he was worried about me, but I also knew that we had to work together to defeat this powerful enemy.

I nodded slightly, saying nothing, and focused all my attention on the goal before me. I felt my heart pounding faster and faster, my blood surging through my veins as if it were about to burst free. My hands trembled slightly, but my gaze remained exceptionally firm.

I leaped forward, shooting towards the Demon King like an arrow released from a bow. The dagger in my hand sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aimed directly at the Demon King's demonic horns.

The Demon King seemed to sense the danger and let out a deafening roar. Its massive body trembled slightly, trying to evade my attack. But Wen Chen wouldn't let it have its way. The longsword in his hand transformed into streaks of lightning, binding the Demon King tightly and giving it no chance to breathe.

"Your opponent is me!" Wen Chen's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and earth. His swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each move carrying the force of a thunderbolt, forcing the Demon King to retreat repeatedly.

I seized the opportunity and plunged the dagger in my hand fiercely into the demon king's horns.

"Ah—" The Demon King let out a shrill scream, its body trembling violently. I felt a powerful force emanating from its horns, as if it were about to knock my dagger away. But I gritted my teeth, gripping the dagger tightly, not letting it waver in the slightest.

I felt the dagger pierce the demon's horn, and a warm liquid flowed down the dagger, dripping onto the ground. I looked up and saw the demon's horn on the Demon King's head begin to flicker, and the black aura grew dimmer and dimmer.

I know my attack worked!

The Demon King's power is waning...

I turned to look at Wen Chen, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Yao'er..." he said softly, and then...

His figure vanished suddenly… The demon king's scream echoed through the cave, sending chills down one's spine. The dagger in my hand remained embedded in its demonic horn, black mist gushing from the wound like the breath of an enraged dragon. The horn's light dimmed further, flickering faster and faster, like a candle flame about to be extinguished. I knew my attack had worked; its most powerful source of strength was being crumbled.

But my joy didn't last long. This beast was far more tenacious than I had imagined. Its painful howls turned into furious roars, its massive body trembling violently as it broke free from Wen Chen's restraints. I was startled. Where was Wen Chen? Where had he gone? I had just clearly felt his presence, but now he seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Before I could think, the Demon King's blood-red eyes locked onto me, filled with hatred and murderous intent. It suddenly turned and pounced on me like a small mountain, with a destructive force. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively tried to draw my dagger to dodge, but it seemed to be firmly held in place, not moving an inch.

Damn!

I cursed inwardly as the Demon King's enormous claws swung down at me, their sharp nails gleaming coldly, as if to tear me to shreds. The shadow of death loomed over me, and fear surged through me like a tidal wave. I desperately tried to break free from the dagger's grip, but to no avail.

In the nick of time, I saw a white figure flash past from the side, blocking my path. It was Master Qingfeng! The whisk in his hand transformed into a white barrier, blocking the Demon King's attack. The immense impact caused Master Qingfeng to stagger back a few steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained standing, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the Demon King.

"Miss Xiao Yao, hurry up!" Master Qingfeng's voice was urgent. Only then did I realize that I couldn't stay here. I had to find Wen Chen and find out what had happened.

I gritted my teeth, pulled hard, and finally freed the dagger from the demon's horn. A spurt of black liquid gushed out, splashing all over me. I didn't bother wiping it off and turned to run deeper into the cave. Behind me, I heard the Demon King's furious roar and the desperate resistance of Daoist Qingfeng, and my heart sank to the bottom.

Wen Chen, where are you?

I ran, calling his name anxiously, but there was no response. The cave was pitch black, and I could only grope my way forward by the faint light. Suddenly, I felt a powerful aura coming from ahead, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

I stopped and looked ahead warily, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.

"Wen Chen..."

I called out softly, but only heard a deep voice in the darkness:

"Long time no see, Xiao Yao..."