After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply-Chapter 781 - 536, Dark Shadow, reappear in broad daylight!

The Dragon Fall Mountain Peak suddenly fell silent.

Only three adventurers remained.

"Lin Da of the Eye of True Knowledge, I will make excellent use of your corpse."

Delgon stood proudly atop the magical dragon, looking down at Lin Da from above: "Killed by your own friend—how ironic. But at the end of the day, I, Delgon, am Xilin’s true companion. Just look how well I treat her."

With that, Delgon bent down and gently stroked the magical dragon’s head.

The dragon narrowed its eyes and snorted a plume of hot air, seemingly responding to Delgon. However, when its dark golden pupils turned to Lin Da, they revealed only cold indifference.

"Ha ha ha, what kind of friendship can compare to my spells?"

Delgon laughed, his voice full of arrogance and disdain.

Lin Da remained expressionless, his icy gaze as frigid as the winds of the Extreme North Icefield.

To stroke the magical dragon’s head… right in front of him...

Delgon’s actions amounted to dancing atop his reverse scale.

Even if his sister had turned into a magical dragon and could never return, only he was fit to control her.

And yet, that old coot Delgon dared to place his filthy feet upon Lin Xi’s head.

Not killing this man would be unjust!

Lin Da took a deep breath and gripped the Wind Shadow Sword, slowly flying upward until he was level with the magical dragon.

"Lia, the Dark Shadow is your idol, correct?" Without turning his head, he spoke.

"Why bring that up now?" Lia was utterly baffled.

"Perhaps I can arrange for you to meet him."

"What?"

Lia couldn’t make sense of his words.

With the magical dragon about to roast them to ash, was this really the time for such jokes?

"A mere Sacred Rank ant dares approach me, Delgon, the Tomb Guardian? Oh, how amusing... ha ha… HA HA HA…"

Delgon shook his head, his laughter dripping with mockery.

The four Heaven Rank members of the Bull Horn Demon Tribe joined him atop the magical dragon’s back.

Standing side by side, they observed Lin Da’s final struggle with calm amusement.

"Magical dragon Xilin, burn this human to ashes if he comes within fifty meters,"

Delgon shouted.

His voice was deliberate, loud enough for Lin Da to hear.

To instill fear, to halt any forward steps.

The boundary of death lay plainly ahead—how many would dare to press on?

Lin Da acted as though he hadn’t heard, calmly lifting his foot forward.

Crunch.

A black card shattered in his palm.

Whoosh—

A chilling wind swept through.

The world fell eerily silent, as though even the sunlight had frozen into a still painting. In the vast space, nothing stirred except for the rustling sound of wind brushing against fabric.

Delgon involuntarily shivered, sensing something amiss in the air.

The Bull Horn Demon Tribe members glanced around nervously, their heart rates inexplicably doubling.

Even the Dark Demon Dragon seemed uneasy, fear flickering in its vertical pupils as its massive body retreated step by step.

"What’s going on?" Delgon’s eyelid twitched as he reached out to soothe the dragon’s trembling head.

Yet the beast’s shaking only intensified.

What was happening?

The oppressive and invisible presence in the air felt suffocating. Delgon’s unease grew, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans trickled down his forehead.

The Dark Demon Dragon’s higher level granted it superior crisis detection abilities—its abnormal reaction wasn’t without cause.

"Delgon, sir, something’s wrong! My magic circuit seems to have been locked!" cried one of the Bull Horn Demon Tribe.

"Mine too! My magic power—less than thirty percent is usable!"

"Damn it, what’s happening?"

Delgon’s expression darkened as he failed to grasp the sudden situation.

Just then, Lin Da appeared directly in front of them.

He seemed to have invoked some spell, transforming into another figure entirely.

Reflected in Delgon’s widened pupils was the silhouette of a swordsman.

Draped in an ink-black windcoat, a violet demon sword was sheathed across his back. A pure white mask concealed his face, leaving only a pair of aloof eyes visible.

"You’re…"

Delgon’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

Years ago, this man’s name echoed throughout the Devil’s Continent. Though not a legendary rank warrior, he was considered equal to many legends.

Demons marked by that violet demon sword never survived.

Even at Heaven Rank, he exceeded his limits and slew Twelve Belongings of the Law Tier.

The unparalleled feats he achieved caused a sensation across the Devil’s Continent. Even the Four Heavenly Kings’ Golden Armor himself intervened—and still failed to claim his head.

During that time, this man’s name became a nightmare for the demon clans, instilling fear so great they avoided the Mystic Realm he resided in entirely.

Delgon had thought him dead.

But no matter how he tried, he couldn’t imagine...

That he would meet this "Demon Slayer" again in the Great Mystery Continent’s thirtieth layer!

"No… Impossible! You shouldn’t be here. Years ago, you already reached the thirty-fifth layer—there’s no way you’d return to the thirtieth!"

The confidence the magical dragon had brought crumbled. Delgon’s guts churned as he howled hoarsely, "Dark Shadow, you monster, why are you here!!?"

Boom!

At the mention of his name, every demon present felt their vision darken, minds crashing like thunder on a clear day!

"That man is Dark Shadow?!"

"Impossible, wasn’t he dead?!"

"An imposter—he must be an imposter!"

The surviving thirty-some demons panicked, sinking into a chorus of dread.

How could a figure dead for years now stand alive before them?

Even if he was alive, how could he appear here on the thirtieth layer?

Lia had just completed a super charge only to see the black-clad swordsman appear before her.

Her steps faltered, staring at his back, utterly bewildered.

"Dark Shadow… Dai Lian?"

Lia’s voice broke.

...

As the black-clad swordsman arrived, the mountain’s atmosphere underwent an abrupt shift.

One person alone—a solitary figure—subdued all present demons.

He threw a casual glance at the magical dragon.

The dragon wailed mournfully, lowering its head in submission, even going so far as to beg for mercy.

His gaze swept over Delgon, and Delgon immediately felt an overwhelming pressure. It was as though an entire mountain weighed down upon him, making even lifting a pinky agonizing...

Delgon gulped painfully.

He didn’t care anymore whether this person was truly "Dark Shadow" or not; what mattered was that the enemy’s level far exceeded his own.

The scouting magic Delgon released toward him felt as futile as a fish leaping into the vast ocean—no matter how he explored, he couldn’t discern its boundaries.

The black-clad swordsman’s rank was at least Extreme Heavenly Rank, and quite possibly just a step away from Law Tier.

The terrifying gap in strength drained every ounce of willpower from Delgon’s body, leaving him steeped in despair.

"You fraud, stop bluffing! You’re definitely using a magic scroll to trick us!"

The Bull Horn Demon Tribe member’s face contorted grotesquely as he pointed his cyan magic wand forward: "Go, Great Wind Blade Skill!"

How could someone who was just a Sacred Rank ant suddenly ascend to Extreme Heavenly Rank?

It had to be an illusion created by a magic scroll.

If the demons retreated now, they’d fall for the opponent’s scheme and become laughingstocks!

Let me, old Bull Horn, expose the charlatan’s lies!

Swoosh!

A wind blade streaked through the air.

The black-clad swordsman remained motionless, calmly advancing.

Ha, courting death!

The Bull Horn Demon Tribe member grinned, chanting several more wind blades to shoot forth together.

Then the bizarre happened.

The swordsman seemed like a ghost with no physical form; the wind blades struck him, but instead of harming him, they passed through his body.

Blowing harmlessly into the air, they traveled thousands of meters before dwindling down to nothing.

Every single wind blade ended this way.

"Space Magic?" The Bull Horn Demon Tribe member pondered.

"No." Delgon’s despair grew deeper: "He dodged the wind blades yet continued forward. His speed must be so quick that it appears he didn’t move at all."

"I’m Heaven Rank; how could I fail to see his movements? Sir, you’re mistaken."

The Bull Horn Demon Tribe member refused to believe, convincing his donkey-faced ally:

"You go and test him—I’ll provide magical support. Trust me, this guy’s just a paper tiger; touch him once and the facade will crumble."

"Well..." The donkey-faced demon hesitated.

"Hurry up!" Delgon issued the order.

He shared some doubts about the black-clad swordsman.

Maybe it truly was as Bull Horn said—an illusionary spell.

That remained their last glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, facing an Extreme Heavenly Rank opponent, even with five fighters and a dragon, victory was impossible.

If this Extreme Heavenly Rank truly turned out to be the one who disappeared years ago...

Delgon’s heart clenched—forget fighting, escape would be their only option!

After all, this person had used the Power of Destruction to slay Law Tier entities while still at Heaven Rank.

Now as an Extreme Heavenly Rank, even ordinary Law Tier powerhouses would merely be prey!

He had to send someone to probe the enemy’s strength.

Delgon’s gaze turned cold as he looked at the donkey-faced demon, "What, are you defying my orders?"

"I wouldn’t dare,"

the donkey-faced demon muttered, brandishing his curved blade while reluctantly moving toward the swordsman.

Everything’s fine—the oppression felt was nothing but illusions. Surely this was a chance for merit.

"Adventurer, die!"

With a shout to bolster his courage, the donkey-faced demon charged forward, unleashing the Rare Technique [Mad Wolf Blade Technique].

The curved blade swept up a thousand waves of energy, cutting the air into explosions!

But the black-clad swordsman still didn’t react.

The violet demon sword remained sheathed upon his back, and he showed no signs of dodging, allowing the donkey-faced demon to attack freely.

The donkey-faced demon felt a chill in his gut, sensing disaster impending—but with the blade already drawn and Delgon watching closely, retreat wasn’t an option.

Die!

The donkey-faced demon bellowed with killing intent.

The blade stopped just three centimeters from the black-clad swordsman.

As if caught in the air, the blade couldn’t push forward.

Crash.

The donkey-faced demon heard the sound of something falling apart.

Looking down, he saw his body shredded into neatly sliced chunks of flesh.

"What?

I... I’m dead?"

Wide-eyed with terror, he opened his mouth but could emit no sound.

The curved blade slipped from his hand as his vision descended into darkness.

Red blood and chunks of flesh rained down into the valley below.