146 Crimson-Eyed Night Rakshasa

Within the deep, pitch-black void, bizarre eyes suddenly blinked open.

Some of these eyes were merely the size of a palm, while slightly larger ones measured about a foot across, and the largest reached up to a zhang in length.

Elliptical and elongated, the eyes were crimson red, their pupils gleaming with a mesmerizing, otherworldly pink hue that radiated strange brilliance.

Behind each eye, a web of interwoven blue, black, and red blood vessels slowly writhed and drifted.

Suddenly, two streaks of escaping light flashed in from afar, disturbing this slumbering horde of celestial demons.

Within one streak of light stood a towering, imposing figure clad in a dark azure Daoist robe that subdued the waves. A jade belt cinched his waist, his wide sleeves billowed like clouds, and his demeanor was profound and steady.

His features were ordinary yet sharply chiseled, and his piercing gaze shone with divine light. A startling demonic intent emanated from his entire being, revealing his extraordinary cultivation.

Meanwhile, the second streak of light enveloped a tall, slender, mysterious female cultivator veiled in a mask.

Dressed in a flowing purple gown, she possessed an elegant aura and star-like eyes. The spiritual pressure she exuded seemed even greater than that of the man beside her.

Hot on their heels was a towering humanoid giant demon standing a hundred zhang tall, roaring like thunder. It hurled bolts of demonic light at the pair from time to time, attempting to capture them.

"Oh no! They are Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demons!"

Upon seeing the dense mass of eyes blocking their path ahead, the purple-robed woman could not help crying out in soft alarm.

Though these Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demons possessed little offensive power on their own, they could project a divine radiance that plunged their victims into endless hallucinations and an overwhelming ocean of desires, spawning deeply ingrained inner demons that were exceedingly difficult to purge.

Many heretical cultivators loved to capture these demons and use them to subdue female cultivators of the righteous path, eventually breaking down once-dignified and strictly moral maidens of prestigious families into dissolute wantons consumed by carnal desires.

A rough glance revealed that the cluster of Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demons ahead numbered no less than ten thousand. They gathered in such dense concentration that they formed an endless, oppressive "wall of eyes."

The man spoke in a deep voice, "Senior Sister Jiang, we must force our way through. The Yaksha behind us is no ordinary Core Formation-level celestial demon; it is not something the two of us can contend with alone..."

Among the Foundation Establishment disciples of the Demonic Talisman sect, the two of them were considered exceptional talents. Their combined prowess was formidable enough to make them virtually unrivaled beneath the Core Formation stage.

Had it been an ordinary Core Formation-level celestial demon, the two would have felt no fear whatsoever, primarily because both possessed records of slaying celestial demons of that caliber.

However, the Yaksha celestial demon pursuing them was entirely different—it was an entity ranked within the top two hundred of the Three Thousand Celestial Demons!

Even ordinary Core Formation elders of the Demonic Talisman Sect would have to handle such a creature with utmost caution.

While exploring a secluded mystic realm, the pair had accidentally crossed paths with this demon. After an exchange of blows, they suffered a heavy defeat and were forced to flee in haste.

Had the Yaksha celestial demon not been inept at high-speed flight, their lives would likely already be hanging by a thread.

As the two spoke, the Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demons ahead flashed with bizarre lights, projecting straight beams of pink divine radiance directly toward them.

The woman sighed softly, pointing a slender finger to manifest a glowing glazed scroll before her. The pages flipped rapidly, radiating a brilliant, dazzling multicolored light that shielded her curvaceous figure.

Beside her, the space warped, opening an invisible maw that abruptly swallowed the oncoming pink divine radiance.

Charging forward at breakneck speed, the two prepared to crash straight through the swarm of Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demons.

If Pang Xu were here, he would have instantly recognized the man:

He Mo of the True Demon Palace.

As for the glazed brilliance enveloping the woman, he was far from a stranger to it either.

It was none other than the Relentless Hatred Divine Light.

This woman turned out to be another Demonic Talisman disciple who, while still in the Foundation Establishment realm, had cultivated the Celestial Demon Usurpation Art.

And the celestial demon she had refined was none other than the rare Relentless Hatred Celestial Demon!

The Relentless Hatred Heavenly Scripture that Pang Xu had acquired back in the Celestial Demon Illusion Realm was precisely a magical treasure conceptualized around the divine powers of this very demon.

Although that pink divine radiance was continuously dissolved and neutralized by the Relentless Hatred Divine Light, its sheer volume was overwhelming. Moreover, each Crimson-Eyed Celestial Demon had a natural affinity for preying upon female entities. Widening their eyes to the utmost, the majority of the beams now converged upon the woman.

Gritting her teeth, she channeled her mana to the absolute limit, sustaining the Relentless Hatred Divine Light as she charged headlong into the "wall of eyes."

He Mo, facing considerably less pressure, unleashed a dozen void celestial demons of his own to devour the pink rays and share the burden for her.

Though their speed slowed slightly, they managed to breach the "wall of eyes" just as the Yaksha celestial demon closed in on them.

Countless crimson eyes spun dizzyingly in mid-air, reversing their gaze to lock onto the fleeing pair once more.

The next instant.

A towering, ferocious humanoid giant demon a hundred zhang tall crashed through the "wall of eyes" with a thunderous roar.

It grabbed handfuls of crimson eyes and crushed them into pulp.

The violent astral winds swirling around its massive frame forcefully scattered the demonic swarm.

Extending a massive claw, the Yaksha snatched He Mo and squeezed ruthlessly, crushing him into a paste of flesh and blood!

Yet, as thick black demonic mist billowed from within its grip, a dark golden talisman slipped away and streaked into the distance at high speed.

A Demonic Talisman Avatar!

Miles away, a tall figure stumbled out from the void in a disheveled state and sped away rapidly.

Meanwhile, roughly a mile ahead of the purple-robed woman in the dark void, a massive, elongated pupil suddenly blinked open.

Within its pupil seeped a peach-tinted flush of deep, intoxicating pink, reminiscent of rouge blooming through snow-white skin. It was exceptionally alluring, making it difficult for anyone to tear their eyes away.

Upon catching sight of this single eye, the woman was instantly enveloped by a heavy, cloying, and sweet fragrance!

Inhaling this mysterious and oppressive aroma, her mind instantly grew burning hot, her vision swam with crimson ripples, and she could not help but narrow her seductive eyes as her expression turned languid and enchanting.

Witnessing this from afar, He Mo silently cursed in dismay.

Behind the wall of crimson eyes, there was actually a second-tier, Core Formation-grade Crimson Eye!

The two of them had been simultaneously targeted by two separate Core Formation-level celestial demons.

The crimson eyes possessed an innate ability to suppress female cultivators; encountering one caused the woman's combat prowess to plummet drastically.

He Mo let out a sharp, piercing whistle that sounded like tearing silk. It carried a strange rhythm, rising and falling in an unusually grating manner.

That Senior Sister Jiang shuddered violently, snapping out of her trance as if waking from a profound dream, only to find that the cloying fragrance had instantly turned foul and pungent!

She hastily altered her trajectory, attempting to circle around the crimson eye ahead.

Just at that moment, a streak of pink magical radiance gently landed upon her.

Her eyes instantly glazed over, her cheeks flushed with rosy clouds, and her gaze turned watery as she drifted helplessly toward the gigantic crimson eye.

In the distance, He Mo fled in a wretched state. Relying on the abilities of the Void Demonic Serpent, he repeatedly slipped away from the clutches of the Yaksha and vanished into the far horizon.

"Senior Sister Jiang... is finished."

He muttered a low sigh inwardly, knowing there was nothing more he could do.

If he went back to rescue her, he would undoubtedly risk his own destruction—a prospect hardly worth the trade.

"Pity. Just another thousand miles and I could have activated the Devouring Demon Palace's decree to teleport back to the sect..."

"Life and death are ordained by fate, wealth and honor rest with heaven. Senior Sister Jiang, forgive me!"

He Mo flickered out of sight, reappearing miles away in a flash.

Just then.

The sound of roaring rushing water suddenly echoed through the void.

It quickly transformed into a thunderous, surging roar, filling the empty space with the crashing noise of towering tides.

One moment the sound seemed right beside their ears, and the next it appeared to thunder down from the distant firmament.

He Mo looked ahead and saw a dark yellow torrent rolling forth from the highest reaches of the void, its waves possessing the momentum to swallow a myriad of miles in a single surge!

Just as the towering waves were about to crash down, they abruptly vanished into thin air, revealing a tall, refined young Daoist.

The young Daoist looked He Mo up and down, smiling faintly. "Fellow Daoist He, long time no see!"