Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

tted through the battlefield. 

Baek Woon-ji trained herself in a slightly different way than Gwan Tae-ryang. 

Instead of restraining herself with weights, she studied how to best use shadows and hidden weapons. 

The basics of those who mastered stealth was how to hide oneself. 

To do so, it was important not only to surround oneself with shadows, but also to assimilate with the energy of the environment. 

Now, Baek Woon-ji had developed the art of stealth so far that she could hide from even Gwan Tae-ryang’s detection.

Puk-

Baek Woon-ji stepped out of the shadows, wielding her blade and knocking down two Martial Alliance members.

Her blade had also changed to suit her inclination towards assassination and stealth.

From long to short.

Moreover, she had not forgotten to apply black paint to the blade so that it would not reflect light.

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Thanks to this, she was like a moving shadow.
And wherever there was light and people, there would always be shadows.

Additionally, Gwan Tae-ryang and Baek Woon-ji’s cooperation caused an unexpectedly unreasonable impression. 

“Rrrrghhh!”

With how aggressive Gwan Tae-ryang was, Baek Woon-ji’s presence became more and more faint in comparison. 

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. 

While the two of them were running wild, the other demons were also rampaging. 

Sang Gwan-chuk kept track of the troop’s movements while moving his brush. 

His hand suddenly held the Pen of Life and Death, rather than the Blood Pen. 

Tuk-tuk-

As he made his mark, the soldiers collapsed.

Most martial artists who used pens as weapons were scholars, since their weapons doubled as writing implements. 

That was why Sang Gwan-chuk primarily used the Blood Pen to cut through his enemies, since blood was red as ink.
Even the Cult did not know this. 

“Watch out for the Blood Pen!”

“Is there anyone here who’s at the Transcendence? They’ll be safe.”

“Who knows blood transference?”

But the Orthodox faction didn’t know.

Sang Gwan-chuk wasn’t limited to using the Blood Pen, nor did he need to take their blood for the Pen of Life and Death to work. 

He wielded the Pen of Life and Death.

A thin sword qi flowed out of the pen.

One of the orthodox warriors charged forward.
The Strategist turned and snapped his finger in the man’s direction. 

It was a small burst of energy. 

Blood splattered the floor, dripping from the man’s wounds.  

But the martial artist  had not fallen. 

“Haha, if we practice the method of transferring blood—”

The martial artist grinned, his eyes rolling back. 

He had avoided being stabbed, but the Strategist’s sword qi exploded inside of him.

Sang Gwan-chuk clicked his tongue as he watched the falling soldiers. 

“Tsk, even if you see me as a Demonic King, how foolish of you to judge me by your skills.”

As he turned his head, he saw five warriors flying forward.

And in the middle of them,

“Kuhahahahaha!”

A fully-recovered Wind Demon Fist King was in a frenzy.

If the fight surrounding Woon-seong and the Strategist could be compared to an abyss, then the fight surrounding Gwan Tae-ryang and the Fist King were more like natural disasters. 

Where had the Wind Demon Fist King gotten his name?

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He was a walking disaster.
With every punch of his, the space around him collapsed.
Draconic winds rose, swirling through the air, reminding onlookers of the Wind God.

Hence, the Wind Demon.

And he had become a Demonic Master through his fists.

Thus, the Wind Demon Fist King. 

The Wind God was unstoppable, and the Fist King was violent. 

Of course, it would take tremendous strength to unleash massive draconic winds. 

However, the Fist King did not stop enjoying the fight despite that. 

Because of his aggressive nature, he would fight with all of his strength until he died. 

And the funny thing was,

“That was quite an attack! ”

If the strength of his enemies was good, he wouldn’t even bother avoiding their attacks.
Instead, he would use his own move to counter their attacks. 

Clang!

Of course, the Fist King’s skin was hard as iron blades bounced off his body. 

The Fist King’s faction was not particularly favored, even in the Demonic Cult. 

This was because they followed a path which exposed everything they had to their enemies, taking any decent attack with their steel skin and iron wills. 

Though Wind Demon Fist King had a seemingly foolish tactic, there were also quite a few practitioners who liked this aggressive and crude way of fighting. 

Of course, those who understood understood, and those who did not understand would never. 

The Strategist shook his head. 

It was then that someone among the Orthodox started yelling orders. 

“Back up some more! Bring them in a little deeper!”

It was clear that something had been prepared. 

The movements of the Martial Alliance were also strange.
Instead of fighting them, they tried to surround the Demonic Army. 

Of course, the encirclement itself was not very strong because there were more demonic practitioners.

However, it was clearly an ominous movement against the Cult.
As the strategist, Sang Gwan-chuk needed to know what was going on. 

He looked around with his sharp eyes.

He noticed stone towers piled up and down the Qaidam Basin. 

Due to the large distances between one stone tower and another, it would be hard to notice a connection unless you were searching for one.

Beneath the towers were several ropes filled with oil.

What’s that?

The Strategist had found what he was looking for and shouted, “There’s a bomb, scatter!”

But before anyone could heed his words, someone from the Orthodox faction yelled, “It’s too late!”

Kuakuakua— Boom!

Crimson flames exploded. 

That wasn’t the only thing the Orthodox had prepared. 

“Open the Nine Heavens Devouring Array!”