Chapter 584: Chapter 583: The Disappearance of the Demonic Fog

Ye Fan said, "It’s nothing much. I just want your life!"

"You swore a deadly oath! Aren’t you afraid of retribution?" the creature roared at him.

"Afraid? Of course I’m afraid!" Ye Fan replied innocently. "But I didn’t swear on my own name, so even if I am, so what?"

"You despicable, shameless member of the Holy Clan!"

"Holy Clan?"

Ye Fan was shocked. What was this Holy Clan? For the creature to speak of it with such terror, it had to be a group even more dreadful than the Divine Race. He etched the name "Holy Clan" deep into his mind, resolving to look up information about this group in the future.

Ye Fan said, "Further words are useless. Will you do it yourself, or must I?"

"I’ll fight you!" The creature was enraged. As a mighty being capable of slaying gods, being fooled by Ye Fan was the ultimate humiliation, and fury surged within it.

But just then, something unexpected happened. The light within Ye Fan’s body suddenly grew stronger. Under its intense radiance, the creature screamed and howled as the domineering light pierced its body. Ye Fan laughed triumphantly, filled with a great sense of accomplishment. This very creature had once gravely wounded and slain the Divine Domain’s number one expert. Now, it was dying by his hands. The sense of achievement was so overwhelming he felt like bursting into song.

"Spare me! I won’t dare to cross you again! Please, let me live!" it pleaded with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan laughed coldly. "You follow the Demon Path while I follow the righteous one. Do you really think I’d let you go? Dream on!"

However, at that very moment, a wave of weakness washed over Ye Fan, and the light vanished. He tried to reignite it, only to find the Divine Talisman had suddenly dimmed. His attempts to summon the light again were futile.

So, Ye Fan forced an awkward smile. "Seeing how sincerely you’re begging, how could I not give you a chance to live? But if you dare to bother me again, don’t blame me for being merciless!"

The creature, just recovering from its terror, hastily promised not to trouble Ye Fan again. However, it then seemed to realize something and retorted coldly, "Your light has run out, hasn’t it?"

"You dare to doubt me?" Ye Fan snapped.

The creature sneered, "I’m not doubting you. I know this light has a dormant period. Once your power is insufficient to sustain it, it goes dormant until your strength recovers. Kid, I was almost fooled by you! To think you’d expect me to believe you would let me go out of kindness!"

The creature was now certain that the light within Ye Fan would not recover any time soon.

"You’re seeking death!"

Just as Ye Fan shouted, the creature struck him, sending him flying and crashing hard to the ground.

Damn it! This guy is so alert! At that moment, Ye Fan was consumed by a regret so deep it felt like it was twisting his guts. If only he hadn’t been so greedy. If only he’d been content with his victory and left, none of this would be happening. The desire to kill the creature had now put his own life in grave danger.

As he struggled to his feet, Ye Fan saw the creature rise, its body swelling to a terrifying size. The surrounding area was once again engulfed by a black mist, and he had a terrible premonition.

"Boy, die!" The monster’s body, formed from the black mist, coalesced into a terrifying demon that bore down on Ye Fan with immense pressure.

Ye Fan roared, "Wanxiang Divine Shield!" Pure Yang Divine Power erupted, and as the Wanxiang Divine Shield manifested, a blue phantom surged upward to block the demon. But the blue phantom was no match for the demon. It shattered in an instant, and Ye Fan was heavily injured. The demon stomped down again, intent on crushing him.

At the critical moment, Ye Fan acted. He unleashed his strongest power, the Heavenly Subduing Sword, which momentarily tore through the innermost layer of demonic mist. But countless more layers remained, trapping him completely. Numerous blood-red eyes stared at him from the darkness.

Ye Fan felt an overwhelming sense of despair. The monster shouted, "Who would have thought a member of the mighty Holy Clan would one day end up like a stray dog? Boy, die!"

For this creature, slaying a member of the Holy Clan was a matter of immense pride. It vaguely remembered a distant era when the Holy Clan ruled over innumerable planes. Its own race had been slaughtered to near-extinction by them. It had been forced to flee in every direction to evade their pursuit, finally going into dormancy in this barren land for tens of thousands of years. Now that a Martial Artist from the Holy Clan had finally appeared, it would naturally use all its strength to kill him.

At this moment, Ye Fan forced an awkward smile. "Wait! Don’t do it! You said it yourself, I’m from the powerful Holy Clan. If you kill me, they’ll surely come to the Divine Domain one day and kill you! As they say, it’s better to resolve enmity than to create it. Forgive and forget! I’ll just pretend I never saw you!" All the while, he was buying time, using his Ancestor Realm Bloodline to replenish his depleted strength.

The monster sneered, "My race and the Holy Clan are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation. Do you think I can’t see you’re just stalling for time? Die!" It immediately swung its palm down.

Ye Fan felt the pressure of despair. But just then, the power within his body surged once more. The Divine Talisman began to glow again, and under its intense light, the monster screamed in agony. The demonic mist was scattered by the radiance. The monster knew Ye Fan had recovered his strength and desperately tried to suppress this new power with all its might.

But it was no use. Its own power was dissipating, and Ye Fan was too close. The light caused its old wounds to flare up, the same heavy wounds it had been bearing when it first came to this world. The Holy Clan had been the ones to inflict those injuries. They had gravely wounded the monster’s people, leaving behind a dreadful power in their bodies—a curse. This ancient and terrifying curse would cause their wounds to reopen whenever they encountered the light of a Divine Talisman. It had persisted to this day, and though the creature had struggled to break it, it was a curse it could never undo.

Ye Fan roared, unleashing every last bit of light he could muster. Within the demonic mist, the monster’s old wounds burst open.

"AAARGH!"

The monster let out a final, desperate scream. The black mist, which constituted its very life force, was rapidly fading away. This demonic mist was a part of its body, yet it could only watch helplessly as it dissipated into nothing. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Finally, the demonic mist vanished completely, and the monster died in an instant. With its last breath, it shrieked at Ye Fan, "Holy Clan child, you will never get the chance to grow strong! This world has more of my kind than just me!

"One day, they will kill you to avenge me! The day my race rises will be the day your Holy Clan is annihilated!"