On the huge West Lake, thousands of demonic creatures violently rushed out of the collapsed Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Deafening sounds reverberated between heaven and earth, spreading far and wide in the dark night. Throughout the five states of Jiangnan, the furious roars and excited shrieks of these demonic creatures resounded. Those who heard it found themselves shell-shocked.

Some people even hid under their beds, trembling.

But many people could clearly see what was happening.

Above the West Lake, in the endless night, a painting that looked as resplendent as the stars opened up.

It dispelled the condensed demonic energy and suppressed the demonic creature at once.

Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait!

The demonic creatures rushed out.

But there was no room for them to escape at all.

They were directly absorbed by the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait, without any resistance.

Rumble!

Inside the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait, countless array formations stirred into power. Like a huge millstone, they frantically absorbed the demonic creatures inside before grinding them to pieces.

Not even their corpse remained!

The Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait had become similar to a slaughterhouse.

The terrifying demonic creatures with hideous faces and dense demonic auras were unable to escape from the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

The Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait slaughtered the demonic creatures in a frenzy. At the same time, it also patched up its missing parts and gradually restored some of its functions.

Lin Jiufeng stood aside and watched calmly.

If these demonic creatures escaped, what would happen next wasn't as exaggerated as Monk Fusan's description.

They wouldn't be able to destroy the world.

But destroying the Jiangnan area wasn't a problem.

And Lin Jiufeng didn't want to see that happen either.

There were hundreds of millions of people living in Jiangnan.

They lived and worked in peace and comfort…

What crimes did they commit to deserve such a fate?

Why should the demonic creatures be allowed to kill them?

If these demonic creatures weren't so destructive, Lin Jiufeng would've let them go.

He even released more than three thousand terrifying demons back then, why would he care about these demonic creatures?

The more powerful a demon was, the less likely they were to slaughter the common people.

Only these demonic creatures whose strength was merely average would have a twisted mentality.

They would definitely find it enjoyable to slaughter the common people.

Thus, Lin Jiufeng directly used the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait to annihilate them.

The Immortal Artifact Grade Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait was extremely terrifying, especially when used against demonic creatures.

The former was the latter's natural enemy.

Monk Fusan stood close to Lin Jiufeng.

He looked at the shocking scene with a complex look on his face.

He recalled how he had been suppressing these demonic dens by himself for more than ten years, not daring to move, not daring to slack off…

He didn't even dare to sleep!

He was so nervous and focused that he had become unrecognizable due to the stress.

But he was still unable to eliminate the demonic creatures despite his efforts.

There were simply too many of them.

Monk Fusan thought that when he couldn't hold on any longer, the demonic creatures would pour down like a dam that had burst, drowning the world.

But now, his apprehension vanished like a bubble.

Before Lin Jiufeng, the demonic creatures he feared had no ability to resist at all.

They were directly swallowed by the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

"Isn't this too easy?" Monk Fusan lamented.

"It might seem easy, but I'm the only one in the world who can do it."

Lin Jiufeng wasn't modest and directly praised himself.

It was only because he had the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait that he could do it so easily.

Otherwise, he would've been half-dead after exterminating these five demonic dens.

If something went wrong, or if there was a terrifying existence inside the demonic dens, Lin Jiufeng would definitely become like Monk Fusan.

Lin Jiufeng would only be able to escape a fate similar to Monk Fusan if he released the demonic creatures inside.

But doing that would mean turning the entire Jiangnan area into a lifeless wasteland filled with nothing but corpses, without even the cries of roosters for thousands of miles.

"Where exactly were these demonic creatures born from?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.

Why were there so many demonic dens in the Jiangnan area? He had never seen so many demonic creatures in other places before.

Moreover, unlike the demons that Lin Jiufeng once suppressed in the Cold Palace. These demonic creatures were more savage and ruthless.

"They come from another world," Monk Fusan replied.

"Another world?" Lin Jiufeng looked at him in surprise.

"There is a vast immortal world above ours. It is a world where the immortals are high and mighty. Since there is an immortal world—naturally—there's also a world for demons. It is also known as hell…"

"The folklore of the Six Paths of Reincarnation has always been passed down from there."

Monk Fusan explained tirelessly.

"These demonic creatures are from hell?" Lin Jiufeng looked at him in surprise.

On a closer look, it actually made sense.

It would be strange if these Yakshas, Asuras, Rakshasas, and the others weren't demonic creatures from the legendary hell.

"But how did the demonic creatures from hell come to our world?" Lin Jiufeng was puzzled.

"Because of the cracks in our world. I'm not too sure about it either. Those worlds aren't something that can be understood in our current cultivation base." Monk Fusan shook his head.

"That's true." Lin Jiufeng didn't insist on knowing. He only needed to eliminate the demonic creatures. There was no need for him to care so much about the other worlds for now.

Lin Jiufeng looked at the scene before him languidly.

"In the beginning, they are just a bunch of weak and feeble demonic creatures. Then, more powerful demonic creatures appeared," said Monk Fusan.

"Don't get too complacent now. This first wave only consists of these weak and feeble demonic creatures. The more powerful horde behind them hasn't made its move just yet." Monk Fusan warned.

Lin Jiufeng replied calmly, "No matter how powerful these demonic creatures are today, they won't be able to escape from the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait."

Roar!

As soon as his words fell, a huge centipede rushed out of the cave.

Its entire backside was silver in color, and its aura gave off a horrendous aura.

It also carried with it a foul and disgusting smell.

It rushed out and directly collided with the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

Its might at the peak of the Supremacy Realm caused the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait to tremble.

The Silverback Centipede immediately seized the opportunity upon noticing the trembling of the portrait.

Its countless legs began to slide rapidly, about to slip away from the portrait.

When Monk Fusan saw this, he pointed at it in surprise.

"It's fine!" Lin Jiufeng remained calm.

The thousand feet golden body behind him took a step forward.

The air trembled and ripples in the void itself appeared.

The golden body grabbed the Silverback Centipede with its large hand.

It ignored its struggles and twisted its hand.

Crack!

The Silverback Centipede's head was directly twisted off and severed.

The scene made the powerhouses watching near the Jiangnan road feel a phantom pain down their necks. They simultaneously touched their heads.

The Silverback Centipede collapsed and its soul returned to the cycle of life.

The thousand feet golden body directly hurled ts corpse into the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

The Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait destroyed the Silverback Centipede's corpse.

Immediately afterwards, all inactive array formations in the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait stirred into life. After being caught off guard by the Silverback Centipede just now, the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait wouldn't give these demonic creatures a chance anymore.

It felt as if its authority had been challenged…

Right under Lin Jiufeng's nose.

Amidst the gazes of the powerhouses from Jiangnan.

In the middle of Monk Fusan's laments and regret of having made quick a decision earlier.

The Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait directly covered the entrances of the five demonic dens and then frantically absorbed each and every demonic creature inside.

The demonic creatures didn't even have the chance to come out before they were sucked into the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

The scene was mind-numbing.

The might of this terrifying immortal artifact would surely be remembered by many powerhouses after this battle.

But only a few people knew and saw Lin Jiufeng—he was hidden behind the Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait.

Monk Fusan was one of them.

Monk Qingyun was another.

Then… no more.

The devouring process lasted for an entire day and a night.

When the next day arrived, many people came to West Lake and witnessed the remnants of the shocking scene.

Then, news about it spread all over the world.

Many powerhouses stared at the collapsed Ten Thousand Buddha Sacred Tower, the extremely terrifying Jiangnan Hundred Ghosts Portrait, the thousand feet golden body, and the traces of the battle that had just recently ended.

But no one saw Lin Jiufeng and Monk Fusan who were standing by the West Lake.

One was a young man and the other was an old monk.

They seemed inconspicuous enough to not catch anyone's attention.

A line of words appeared before Lin Jiufeng's eyes.

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