The yellow-skinned demon, cornered, fought like a trapped beast.
Especially after being struck by Old Mo's Thunder Palm.
Its entire body swayed, unable to stand, emitting pained cries.
The surrounding individuals were stunned.
Their faces filled with astonishment as they looked at Old Mo.
"Thunder, Thunder magic!"
"Brother Mo, you actually know Thunder magic!"
"..."
In their surprise, they even missed the opportune moment to strike.
But I was different. I already knew about Old Mo's Daoist arts and trump cards.
So, after the yellow-skinned demon was hit by the Thunder Palm,
I raised my peach wood sword and thrust it forward.
Still in agony, the yellow-skinned demon was completely unaware of the danger behind it.
It only felt a chill on its back, a sharp pain that traveled from its back to its chest.
Its body trembled violently.
With a low growl, it realized a peach wood sword had pierced its body at some unknown point.
Blood dripped steadily.
"Hoo..."
"Hoo..."
For a moment, the old demon's expression froze, only its heavy breathing audible.
Its eyes still held disbelief.
But we would not give it any chance to escape or survive.
The others finally reacted.
They surged forward.
"Kill!"
"Show no mercy!"
"..."
In an instant, several peach wood swords struck.
The Sun and Moon Double Wheels, along with Old Mo's peach wood axe, also rained down on the yellow-skinned demon's head.
The result was immediate.
Before the old yellow-skinned demon could even cry out,
it was hacked to bloody pulp, its body riddled with sword wounds.
I pulled out my peach wood sword and looked at the yellow-skinned demon again.
It was completely lifeless, covered in blood, having been hacked to death on the spot.
A flash of black light, and it reverted to its original yellow-skinned beast form.
However, Uncle-Master and Yunxia Gu, who had been guarding the perimeter, suddenly attacked the mist beside them.
Uncle-Master let out a low growl:
"Do you think you can escape?"
With that, a red rope "swoosh"ed out.
It was the demon-binding spell.
Everyone turned their heads.
Only then did they see that within the mist was the old demon's soul.
Demons who had cultivated to this level possessed very powerful souls.
To kill, kill completely.
To destroy, destroy to the root.
"Let me go, let me go..."
From within the mist, the old demon's voice could be heard.
We rushed forward.
Only then did we see.
The red rope, adorned with copper coins, had firmly bound a yellow-skinned demon soul to the ground.
The previous battle had been too fierce; there was no time to capture the souls of the earlier demons, and they had all escaped.
But now was different; everyone had freed up.
Uncle-Master and Aunt-Master stood guard, partly to temper us,
and partly to prevent the demon's soul from escaping.
Now that the soul was restrained, we would not let it go.
Old Mo rushed forward, raising his axe to strike.
But Uncle-Master behind him shouted:
"Stop!"
Hearing this, Old Mo and everyone else looked towards Uncle-Master.
"Master, why keep him alive? Let me kill him!"
Uncle-Master did not answer immediately but walked forward step by step.
In front of everyone, he looked at the demon soul, which had now transformed into an animalistic spirit, and said:
"Demon, I'll give you a chance. Tell us about the situation and arrangements within the demon's lair.
If your information is accurate, I will spare your life.
Allowing you a chance to reincarnate.
If not, then do not blame us for being ruthless and causing your soul to scatter."
Uncle-Master's tone was calm, but his killing intent was heavy.
Upon hearing this, everyone understood Uncle-Master's intention.
So, this was for gathering intelligence.
The old yellow-skinned demon, bound to the ground, let out a "ge ge ge" laugh:
"You think just you few can overthrow the Cult? Delusional!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Just say yes or no. If you don't agree, we'll kill you immediately."
I interjected.
One should not be too gentle with these evil demons.
The more merciful you are, the more they will take advantage.
The fiercer you are, the more they will understand fear, cooperation, and priority.
With a shout, I pointed my peach wood sword at it.
As long as I moved, I could instantly destroy its soul.
The yellow-skinned demon soul was clearly somewhat moved and afraid.
Even the weakest creatures cling to life.
This old demon had some cultivation, having practiced for many years.
Who would not fear their soul scattering?
"Guide us and provide intelligence.
If we can reach the demon's lair safely.
We will keep our promise and let you leave, allowing you to reincarnate.
If you refuse, your soul will scatter here and now.
Accompanying your Cult in its demise."
Yunxia Gu also spoke coldly.
The old yellow-skinned demon panicked, its eyes darting.
After a few seconds of silence, it finally looked up and said:
"Can you truly keep your promise and let me reincarnate?"
Hearing this, Uncle-Master gave a disdainful smile:
"What do you think?"
Uncle-Master's words were pregnant with meaning.
In reality, the answer was obvious: even if we reneged on our promise at the end, what could you do?
After all, the choice was in our hands.
Whether to die immediately, or to guide us and then have a chance to be reborn.
It was its own choice.
The old demon closed its eyes slightly, then opened them again and said:
"Fine, I will guide you.
I hope you keep your promise.
Once we reach the Cult, spare my life..."