Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1267 - 825: Night of Life and Death (Part 2)
Outside the window, the pig demon clearly misunderstood the shaking motion and finally opened the entire window.
The two hurriedly seized the moment, punching and kicking the bedding to make an even louder commotion.
The girl’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. She quietly reached out a hand, found a tender spot on Baili An’s waist, pinched it hard, and gave it a vicious twist.
"Ah!!!"
Caught off guard by the attack, Baili An cried out in pain.
Then the girl also gave a delicate cry of pain, falling on top of Baili An, making the actions under the quilt appear to have settled from the outside.
In a moment, the pig demon let out a low, rough roar, its black mist of demon energy transforming into human form with a pig’s head, and burst through the window!
It’s now!
The three waiting outside heard the window break and swiftly took their positions, rapidly forming hand formulas while chanting, "Binding Character Technique!!!"
A resonant hum echoed from inside the house’s floor. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Centered on the pig demon, a golden line cracked open atop the floor, extending rapidly and connecting the positions of the three, forming a triangular light array.
The golden light screen surged skyward, piercing through the roof straight into the clouds!
The Binding Character Technique is an array specifically for restraining demons and evil by the Moon Accompanying Palace, best performed by three people for optimal effect.
Three days prior, they had sprinkled the guiding array’s diagram powder in the floor of this room, allowing the Binding Character Technique to form in an instant.
Although two of them had third-grade cultivation and one fourth-grade, their combined efforts in deploying this array could temporarily trap the pig demon here.
An additional advantage is the array has no effect on those who cast it.
The three broke through the walls, leaping into the array, and patted their storage bags to summon their respective longswords.
Even in such a tense moment, Zhao Baixun couldn’t help but glance towards the bed, just in time to see Baili An, disheveled and wearing only a light garment, leap out from within the curtains.
The girl followed closely behind. Although she was not as disheveled as Baili An, her usual attire and slightly tousled hair were enough to freeze him in place for a moment.
His chest filled with an overwhelming, stifling annoyance.
His violent emotions had no outlet, making him momentarily forget that the pig demon was of seventh-rank cultivation.
His longsword in hand emitted a strong, earthen yellow glow, thrusting straight at the pig demon.
The pig demon’s appearance was truly hideous and terrifying, with black skin, an unusually large rear, and a round belly that its clothes could not conceal.
Muscles on its chest and arms bulged prominently, appearing as hard as iron.
The pig demon stood straight like an imposing tower, so tall even two stacked Zhao Baixuns might not compare.
Even more frightening, its tusks were pitch black, menacingly protruding, while its yellow eyes and bloodshot whites revealed its realization of being deceived.
Zhao Baixun’s body left a green afterimage, his longsword aligning with his arm in a straight line, thrusting swiftly.
There was a "ding!" sound, reminiscent of a needle striking iron.
Zhao Baixun stared in disbelief as his sword tip struck the demon’s chest without leaving a scratch or even a spark.
The pig demon disdainfully roared a low sound, foul hot breath pouring from its mouth, as if such an opponent wasn’t even worth its attention.
Its chest muscles twitched, clamping Zhao Baixun’s longsword deep within them.
Zhao Baixun tugged frantically at his sword, discovering it wouldn’t budge an inch.
The pig demon spread its large hand, reaching for Zhao Baixun’s head.
Though Zhao Baixun was tall, compared to the pig demon, he was considerably shorter.
The pig demon’s deep palm and back lines resembled the deep creases on an elder’s face, intertwined with tiny bits of flesh and blood grime, speaking of countless victims torn by this hand.
The girl’s face changed dramatically, urgently calling, "Abandon the sword, quickly!"
Zhao Baixun felt the impending danger ahead, trusted her words, and pushed off the ground, leaving the sword behind as he retreated.
The pig demon’s large hand grasped empty air but still sneered, picking up the abandoned longsword and effortlessly twisting it into pieces like it was made of straw.
Zhao Baixun felt a great twinge of pain; although the sword wasn’t a treasure, it was custom-made at a high cost, fitting perfectly in his use for many years.
Now it was rendered useless so easily.
Li Fuyuan, the weakest in combat among them, saw his senior brother unable to scratch the pig demon.
His own sword was reduced to scraps, fear surged within him, and he was tempted to flee.
Tie Yun’s face was steely, without hesitation tossing his sword to Zhao Baixun.
"Senior Brother, use my sword!"
It wasn’t pure selflessness; he was just a bit smarter than Li Fuyuan, knowing well that angering the pig demon and fleeing would result in death.
Better to give his sword to their strongest, increasing their chances of victory.
Zhao Baixun accepted without hesitation.
The pig demon, losing patience, turned and opened its wide mouth, revealing uneven tusks, lunging straight for the girl.
