The Tree Demon let out a piercing scream, realizing that all the Little Demons under her command had been completely incinerated. In a panic, she severed all her roots, desperate to save her own life. The flames, however, seemed to possess a life of their own, spreading toward the trunk of the great tree.
Surrounded by fire, the Tree Demon felt as if she would be burned alive in the next moment. "Great King, help! Er Da Wang, please save me!" she cried out in sheer terror.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder. Torrential rain poured down like a waterfall. As the flames weakened, they were ultimately extinguished.
The Tree Demon looked up at the rain, overwhelmed with joy and tears. "Ha ha! It's raining! It's raining! Heaven is helping me!"
"Fool, this is your brother's divine power; otherwise, you would have been burned to death long ago," came a gruff voice from the sky.
The Tree Demon was taken aback and hurriedly looked up to see four figures hovering above. Among them stood Black Mountain Old Demon and Hei Jiao, flanked by a dense mass of ghostly soldiers.
Startled, the Tree Demon quickly knelt down. "Thank you, Great King! Thank you, Er Da Wang, for saving my life!"
Hei Jiao gazed at the Tree Demon with narrowed eyes. He could now clearly see the Buddha light in her mind—it was indeed a Shari Zi. If he were to say this was not a scheme set up by someone else, he wouldn’t believe it even if he were killed.
He was convinced that even if he did not intervene this time, the Tree Demon would not perish. He sensed that the Shari Zi was faintly on the verge of exploding but was now retreating again, dim and lifeless.
With a wave of his hand, Hei Jiao forced the Tree Demon to stand up. "Alright, you are also protecting Black Mountain; it is only right for us to take action."
After saying this, he turned his gaze toward the mountain below and sneered. "Quite an impressive display."
Cui Pan frowned deeply and said gravely, "Indeed. Have they gone mad? So many monsters have come!"
"Black Mountain Old Demon, you have finally shown yourself." Suddenly a voice rang out as a Daoist figure slowly materialized.
With long white hair cascading over his shoulders and an imposing demeanor that commanded respect without anger, he bore an emblem of a king on his forehead that emitted a faint white glow. He gave off an aura akin to that of a deity, making it difficult for anyone to meet his gaze.
"Lu Panqing, Cui Pan," they exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the two.
"White Tiger, you are a descendant of divine beasts and have already transcended. You might have a chance to ascend to the celestial realm. Why do you still bring demons to wreak havoc on the mortal world?" Cui Pan said coldly.
The blue-eyed figure narrowed his eyes slightly. "This has nothing to do with Black Mountain and your Difu. If you leave, I will reward you handsomely."
Lu Pan's eyes flickered as he glanced at Cui Pan, feeling somewhat tempted. He had not wanted to help in the first place, but now that he heard he could avoid a fight and still receive a reward, he was intrigued.
Cui Pan remained indifferent. "What if I insist on intervening?"
A cold glint flashed in the blue eyes. "Hmph, Cui Pan, your Difu is in such a precarious state, yet you dare to stick your neck out? Aren't you afraid of its destruction?"
Cui Pan sneered, "Do you dare?"
The blue-eyed figure was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Why wouldn't I dare? It’s not like I can ascend anyway; if Difu is destroyed, so be it. Do they even dare to come down here?"
Cui Pan's expression darkened, feeling helpless; Difu no longer held any deterrent power.
"Then let's give it a try," Cui Pan declared resolutely.
The blue-eyed figure looked at Cui Pan in confusion, then glanced at Hei Jiao and the Black Mountain Old Demon. Suddenly noticing their red Official Robes, his pupils constricted as he pointed at them. "What’s going on? Why are they wearing Lu Pan and Cui Pan's attire?"
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