The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 217 - Desert of Light II

"It's a good coincidence that you've got into this trap."

"I just need to face you, sooner or later we will also meet. Either you or I die," Xue Zhan said briefly. The man laughed loosely as he removed the white cross mask from his face, revealing a face that looked like a 30-year-old with two line wounds on his nose. The skin is slightly brownish and the eyes are pale white.

"This mask is blocking my view. I want to see my opponent's face as a whole ... Oh, so this is like the devil. You're so young as saidQluiiq ∆kan chairman."

He gave a wide grin revealing his canine teeth, "My name is Ming Dao. The Light of the Second Red Fingers. You are one of the lucky ones to be able to see my face firsthand," he said slightly up, Xue Zhan sneered.

"I don't feel lucky at all."

"Oh, hahahah! You answered." He laughed a little offended. "I don't usually take off my mask, young demon ..." He looked at his mask as he flipped through it, thinking for a moment. "If I show a face and introduce myself, it means I respect you as my opponent."

Xue Zhan did not respond anymore other than to continue to pay attention to the surrounding energy which started to move strangely. The Sand Rat in front of him was seen starting to emit suspicious movements. Ming Dao told a little story despite knowing his interlocutor was reluctant to hear it.

"Finally you're famous and the object of the Chief's attention. In the past, you had Lan Shuiyang arrested by the supervisor of the Intermediate Swordsman Exam," he said in a soft voice, but slowly but surely Xue Zhan started to see the pool of power surrounding the man. The fight will begin soon. He's on standby.

"Then now, you've killed one of our brothers. Chao Mi's. You don't think this is a big deal? That innocent face of yours makes me sick. I deliberately asked the Chairman to teach you a lesson. You were so special that the Second Light like me bothered to take care of a chair like you," he said with a soft tone and expression. However, he ended his sentence.

"Knowing you found out about me alone has made me quite honorable."

"The white mask doesn't cover your face at all. Without even looking, I can already tell who you really are. You found out about Yue Linghe before, the news of her death had also spread to the other side. You and your teacher have been the target of assassins for a long time."

Xue Zhan's eyes widened. "Whatchu mean? Teacher's been targeted?"

He's widening his grin. "Why? You scared?" The man continued back in a heavy voice, "a little news from me. Your teacher is currently dealing with our Third Light, Ling Baoyi. She is a dangerous and violent woman. Oh. I forget. He brought a thousand people the Black Cross Mask and one from the Ghost Jade Tower, the Thorny Ghost Rose."

He involuntarily gulped considering the fight the last time was when Xiang Yi Bai faced off against the Red Fangs. Those thousand people had strength equivalent to a top-tier swordsman. His teacher was definitely overwhelmed against such a heavy opponent let alone him having to fight against the Second Light and the Thorny Ghost Rose.

Ming Dao who saw the young man's reaction was satisfied, he was sure that one hundred percent of Xue Zhan would not be able to fight seriously anymore. Mind fucked. He only thought about his teacher and it made him feel anxious.

Perhaps because of their rash movements the enemy began to read the trail and anticipate their existence. Now the two are separated and must fight against the Light of the Red Fangs.

"As I said before, you won't survive this time. No luck can save you.""

The radiance of light power in one blink of an eye shot towards him, the Sand Rat unleashed a non-playful force. The sandstorm scroll had been only ten meters in front of him. Xue Zhan was throbbing, this would be a difficult fight for him considering he was fighting on the enemy battlefield.

A moment before the sandstorm covered his sight, something leapt upwards and pushed him a dozen meters above the sand.

The Sand Rat's tail struck him right in the chest, Ming Dao appearing from different directions along with some spell paper tucked between his fingers. The paper drifted without concern for the strong wind, chasing towards Xue Zhan who was starting to get confused facing the threat from all sides.

He spun backwards, leaping as the tail of a huge rat spun over the desert. His sword swung rapidly until within suddenly one of the spell papers got stuck on the blade of the sword. The paper does not want to be cut at all and it starts to be active when touched. Xue Zhan was late to retreat. The engraving of the sentence on the spell paper was glowing and in an instant a huge explosion hit it.

Xue Zhan had already tried to dodge and protect himself but the explosion was much faster. His feet had lost balance, the sandstorm continued to roll up the plain and blurred the view. The young man took a deep breath, paying attention behind his mask every movement that would appear.

He heard a voice right next to him, Xue Zhan leaping upwards.

There's something bigger than that. Ming Dao attacked him from the side, Xue Zhan realized it was just a decoy to outwit him as he again felt the power of the Sand Rat under his feet like before.

Allegedly right. Xue Zhan leaped high up and right under his feet the Sand Rat claws tried to grab him to tear the young man apart. Luckily Xue Zhan was quicker to act. But it did not end there, the Sand Rat released the spell paper stuck on his body. They immediately moved following Xue Zhan.

Above the air Xue Zhan could not do much. From the thick of the sandstorm dispelling his gaze, Xue Zhan faintly saw a male figure galloping over the Sand Rat's body heading towards him.

In a blink of an eye a bright light cast his sight into complete blindness. Xue Zhan kept the sword in front of his face, then felt a fierce lash that easily knocked him away. Ming Dao pushed his body that was thrown in the air with the power of light in his hand.

That power was just like the power that Chao Mi's disciples had. Xue Zhan felt a violent impact jolting all over his bones as he was thrown over the desert. The sandstorm kept him buried in the sand. Xue Zhan fumbled into the surroundings, his sword slipping apart and being thrown quite a distance away.

He did not get the sword, but rather touched the leg of someone standing right beside him.

"Will save yourself? You're definitely dead today. Giving up will make everything easy. You don't have to crumble all over your body. Surrender." Ming Dao's voice sank between the whistling sounds of the wind and the roar of sand around him.

Xue Zhan was captured by the Sand Rat using one of his sharp hands. Those nails could pierce through his body and tear through it easily.

The young man spewed blood, the look on his face slowly getting annoyed at Ming Dao's constant talk.

"Generated from what? From toy rats and kid paper players like you? Don't dream."

**

The figure with the fox mask did not regret his decision to kill Yan Shumei. He had gotten what he wanted and now it was time to resurrect the people who would take on one of the important roles in his plan.

In a gripping silence, Yan Shumei's weak body lay on the floor. Blood flowed from the wound on his neck, creating a red stain that contrasted with the cold color of the room. The fox mask that had now re-occupied his throne, looked at the bottle filled with demonic blood with a satisfied look.

"We will call our greatest fighters after this" muttered the fox mask with a melodious sounding voice in the silence of the room. His evil laughter filled the air, creating a tremor that shook the hearts of his loyal guards. They only silently resembled puppets, even more silent than the corpse of Yan Shumei herself.

Meanwhile, a group of loyal servants with fox masks entered the room. They approached the lifeless body of Yan Shumei with mixed feelings. Their faces remained cold, unexpressed. Carefully, they lifted up Yan Shumei's body and brought her to her final resting place.

At the same time, the fox mask looked at the servants with full order. "Bury him respectfully in the place reserved for my dear friend, his work is done. Unfortunately he had to rest quietly after a dozen years of hard work, hahahah," he said without sin.

The servants nodded, showing their obedience to the fox mask.

The fox mask pondered for a moment, thinking about his upcoming plan. He recalled all the great fighters he had prepared for the upcoming battle.

His confidence grew stronger, and he was sure that with the power of the demon blood, he would get everything he wanted.

The fox mask man stood up from his throne and walked out of the room. His steps made the ceiling of the room echo, everyone lowered their heads respectfully as well as fearing him.

Not surprisingly, the fox mask that is now the ruler of the group is not at all indiscriminate even to his own friends.

He is the mastermind behind their evil and ambitious plans. In the dark, his plans are getting closer to his goal, and the greatest fighters they have prepared to face the war will be his next downfall including those in the room itself.

The man with the fox mask stepped authoritatively through the crowd outside the palace which was directly connected to their group headquarters. There was a frenzied sound that was organized and perfectly executed by its members.

Everyone carries out their duties diligently, loyal to the orders and will of their leaders.

The man with the fox mask arrived at a place that was tightly covered by pitch black. The atmosphere of the place felt so quiet and protected by many unusual spells and chains. It was a tomb known only to a few.

Carefully, the man with the fox mask opened the gate of the place. The sounds of clattering spells and the crackling of chains filled the air, creating a terrifying gloomy atmosphere. A faint light illuminated the dark passageways contained within.

Following the winding passageway, the man with the fox mask continued on his way. As his footsteps continued to cross the rocky path, the sound of footsteps on the floor became increasingly clear. He could feel a strong vibration of energy flowing through this place.

Before long the man with the fox mask reached the core room of the place. The room was brightly lit with soft candlelight, illuminating hundreds of ancient heirlooms and magical artifacts neatly arranged on wooden shelves. The fragrant aroma of the herbs and the ancient fragrance filled the air, creating a distinctive atmosphere within the room.

He opened several pages of the book reciting ancient spells, and noticed the rare herbs listed in it and all the notes that Yan Shumei had left before his death.

The man with the fox mask lifted his gaze from the book he was reading and looked at the three coffins located before him. The crates were made of shiny black wood, and were bound together with chains chained with the spell of the Sky Seal. The writing in front of each chest explains the identity of the body inside.

The names of the bodies were Mo Shuiyang, Dai Zhen, and Wang Xin. Three names are known in the Red Taring circle as their greatest fighter. They were elite members who had died in the battle against dangerous enemies.

The man with the fox mask stretched out his hand and gently ran his finger along the surface of the coffin. He felt a strong and dark energy emanating from within it, hinting at the power stored within the bodies.

They are heroes who have sacrificed for the same purpose as themselves: awakening the power of the Sun Heirloom and now their dreams are almost achieved. Of course he wants to show them all that.

Although if they rise later, their souls are not entirely real souls but are mixed with the mighty and invincible power of demons.

The man with the fox mask returned his gaze to the books and heirlooms around him. "I've come this far, hahaha. I can't believe it's all gonna be over in a minute. How, my dear sister? I'm sure you'll still be there looking at all the plans I've made while biting my finger and shivering in fear."

He had planned his next move with careful preparation. Next was to resurrect the three corpses using the blood of the demon that Yan Shumei had tested.

That demon blood has a mighty power that can restore a life that has been lost.

However, this process is not an easy task. The man with the fox mask needed the help of the rare and powerful celestial heirloom, the Soul Unifying Steel.

The Soul Unifying Steel was one of the 100 World Miracle Heirlooms, an heirloom that possessed incredible power to connect spirits with dead bodies.

In a hidden state, the Soul Fusing Steel had long been a heavily guarded heirloom by the man and the day he used the heirloom had now arrived.

Carefully, the man with the fox mask opened a special box containing the Soul Fusing Steel. A flash of blue-colored light illuminated the room as the heirloom came out. The man held it carefully, feeling the power emanating from it.

No words were spoken as the man in the fox mask prepared the ritual of the three corpses. He composed the required materials, arranged the spells and necessary symbols.

After all the preparations were done, the man with the fox mask took out the bottle containing the demon blood that Yan Shumei had tested. He carefully dripped that blood onto the body of the first corpse, Mo Shuiyang right on his chest where he placed the Soul Fusing Steel.

A bluish light immediately enveloped the long-dead body.

When the light died down, the man with the fox mask could see his once-empty eyes now emitting a fiery red glow similar to a demon. Mo Shuiyang had risen again, restored by the demon blood and the power of the Soul Unifying Steel.

It did not sound a word other than a soulless blank expression yet he had strength equal to or even above that of his strength in the past.

The ritual continues with the second corpse, Dai Zhen. Back a bluish light enveloped his body as demon blood was dripped. Dai Zhen's dead eyes were now shining with new life. He had also returned from the realm of death, ready to fulfill the call of the man with the fox mask.

There is one more body to be raised. The man with the fox mask approached the last coffin, Wang Xin. With complete calmness, he dripped demonic blood onto his body. Shimmering light and magical energy encompassed Wang Xin's body.

As the light swirled around Wang Xin's body, the man with the fox mask felt a power that shook the room. Like two opposing forces, life and death fought each other within Wang Xin.

Before long the light died down and Wang Xin opened her eyes which were as if she was awake from a long sleep.

Three dead bodies now stand before the man in a fox mask, becoming his favorite new weapon to use to achieve his goal.

However, even though they had risen again, the light present in their eyes remained pale and not as bright as before. They no longer have a true soul or emotion. They are simply living without feelings.

With a cold and expressionless voice, the returning fighters simply stared straight ahead, with no reaction or emotion emanating from their faces. They were just waiting for the next order from the man with the fox mask, whoever he really was.

In the darkness that surrounded them, the man with the fox mask looked at the fighters who had bounced back with a satisfied look. He knew that the power he had now was greater with their presence. Silently, he prepared to launch his inevitable attack.

The world will soon witness his return to destroy everyone.

Is anyone able to stop them? Only time will answer.