Chapter 309: Dire Situation

As Chen Fei drew closer, Wang Fang gritted his teeth and hurled the Ghost King Token at him.

Chen Fei caught it effortlessly, glanced at the token, and smiled.

“Smart move.”

“But next time, Wang Fang, try to act faster. If I strike faster than you surrender…”

He left the threat hanging in the air, then shot off without hesitation.

Below the ground, the Fallen God’s Eye had quietly appeared.

Unfortunately for Wang Fang, Chen Fei had given him no chance to counterattack.

Wang Fang’s clenched teeth ground audibly as he clutched his chest, watching Chen Fei’s retreating figure with a face full of conflicting emotions.

Chen Fei had spared him not out of mercy, but because—

After unleashing the Great Might Demon-Subduing Curse, a swelling pressure surged in his head, making it difficult to bear.

If he stayed and something went wrong mid-battle, it could’ve been fatal.

Just as Chen Fei left, a miserable-looking Duhuo Demon Lord returned to the scene.

His body was half burnt, the other half covered in frost. He looked utterly wretched.

His luck was atrocious.

After getting struck by the golden rune earlier, he had tried his luck back near Fairy Taozhu, hoping to scavenge some benefits—

Only to be attacked by freezing Qi the moment he stepped out.

The cold was so intense that even he couldn’t resist it—

He had to flee in disgrace.

“So damn unlucky!”

A dignified Demon Lord, now reduced to this?

If word got out, he’d be a laughingstock!

Duhuo Demon Lord returned quietly, planning to play fisherman and reap the benefits while the others clashed.

But to his surprise, Wang Fang was already on the ground, bloodied, clutching his chest—

The Fallen God’s Hand behind him charred and ruined.

There was no way this was an act.

Duhuo’s eyes gleamed.

Wang Fang had always relied on Fallen God’s power to match him.

But now, he was clearly critically wounded.

“Now’s the perfect time!”

After a slight hesitation, he stepped toward Wang Fang.

The injuries looked real—bloody chest wound, the ruined Fallen God’s Hand behind him scorched with golden burns.

No way this was a trick.

Still, Duhuo cautiously tested the waters.

He flicked a strand of demonic energy toward Wang Fang’s body.

No response.

His wariness vanished.

“Hehe, who would’ve thought? In the end, it all falls into my lap.”

Even as he said that, he still stepped back cautiously, watching Wang Fang for any reaction.

Still no movement.

He breathed a sigh of relief and moved in again.

“Wang Fang, drop the act. You think I’m a fake Demon Lord? Fool!”

No response.

Finally convinced, Duhuo smirked.

“Young Master Wang, rest easy. I’ll avenge you properly.

That Fallen God’s power was wasted on you anyway!”

He raised his hand, summoning ghastly demonic faces, which surged toward Wang Fang’s body.

Still no movement.

Reassured, Duhuo began absorbing Wang Fang’s remaining power.

But just as joy crept onto his face, a giant eye opened beneath his feet—

The Fallen God’s Eye!

Wang Fang’s eyes snapped open, cold and indifferent.

“Duhuo Demon Lord, perfect timing. The Fallen God is hungry.”

“What?!”

Duhuo’s pupils shrank. He turned to flee—

But the Fallen God’s Eye blinked—

And he froze in place.

At the same moment, a hand appeared behind him, covering his mouth, crawling up his face—

And slowly forced its fingers into his nostrils…

Meanwhile, Chen Fei had no idea what was happening at the plaza.

After fleeing, he had found a side tunnel and now sat down heavily.

In his mind, a massive surge of information exploded—

A sensation he’d only felt when first awakening the Void Heaven Cauldron.

That hand-seal-shaped golden rune had awakened something.

Within his spiritual sea, the image of the robed man who had cast the Great Might Demon-Subduing Curse reappeared.

“So, you’re a descendant of my old friend,” the man murmured.

Then, casually drawing in the air—

“Fate is funny. The Great Might Demon-Subduing Curse was a technique I created by fusing sealing arts with ancient forbidden knowledge.

Back then, when the Fallen God wreaked havoc in the mortal realm, I severed one of his arms and sealed it here.”

The man’s words were casual, yet carried overwhelming domineering power.

“Let the Fallen God escape, then. This spell restrains evil—consider it my gift to you.”

As he spoke, he radiated holy golden light, and the knowledge of the technique flooded into Chen Fei’s mind.

The data volume was immense—

Not just a technique, but a complete philosophy of sealing arts and cosmic understanding.

The difference in level was staggering—

Chen Fei felt like a monkey trying to understand a scholar.

After an unknown period of time, Chen Fei finally sorted through the knowledge.

He formed the hand seal.

“Great Might Demon-Subduing Curse!”

Familiar golden light erupted—

But it was far weaker than the version the robed man used.

Worse—

The spell drained Chen Fei’s energy completely.

“This is terrifying!”

Chen Fei inhaled sharply.

Just casting it once had emptied his Qi reserves.

Clearly, this wasn’t a move a Miao Realm cultivator could use casually.

To be able to create and cast such a technique so casually—

That man wasn’t human. He was likely an ancient immortal, one of the kind who might still be alive even now!

Just imagining that was terrifying.

Still, there were gains—

Even if it didn’t boost his power immediately, the sealing knowledge itself was invaluable.

Now, Chen Fei wondered how Leng Yue was doing.

He turned and rushed back toward the underground chamber where the Bixue Lotus was.

Fairy Taozhu stood there, brows tightly furrowed, face twisted in pain.

Gone was her usual flirtatious appearance—

A grotesque wound split across her abdomen, and the flesh around it was frozen solid, forming a bizarre pattern.

Leng Yue wasn’t doing any better.

Her arm looked like it had been turned into a dried-up tree branch, devoid of life.

But her face remained cold and fierce, showing no sign of weakness.

The moment Chen Fei entered, both women turned to him, clearly annoyed—

His sudden appearance had broken the rhythm of their fight.