From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 124 Overcoming Dire Circumstances and Breaking Through the Demonic Barrier

The Black Flame Demon King's scythe, crackling with demonic energy, slashed down at Wen Chen. I closed my eyes in despair, my ears filled only with the sound of the wind and the Demon King's piercing laughter. The expected excruciating pain did not come. I opened my eyes, trembling, and saw that Wen Chen had barely dodged the fatal blow, but he had also been blasted away by the powerful demonic energy and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Wen Chen!" I screamed, my voice breaking, trying to rush over, but I collapsed weakly into Zi Xuan's arms. My bones felt like they were being crushed; the pain made it hard to breathe.

"Miss Xiao Yao, how are you?" Zi Xuan's voice trembled, and I could feel the stiffness and fear in her body.

I shook my head with difficulty, my gaze fixed on Wen Chen. He struggled to stand up, but the Black Flame Demon King gave him no chance to catch his breath. Black demonic energy coiled around his body like a venomous snake, binding him firmly.

"It's no use, you'll all die here!" The Black Flame Demon King laughed wildly as he walked step by step toward Wen Chen.

Seeing this, Daoist Qingfeng bit his fingertip and used his blood as a conduit to quickly set up a trapping formation, attempting to distract the Black Flame Demon King. Golden runes flashed in the air, forming beams of light that trapped the Black Flame Demon King within them.

"A mere trick!" The Black Flame Demon King scoffed disdainfully, his demonic energy surging as he easily shattered the formation. The golden light barrier instantly crumbled, and Daoist Qingfeng suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he collapsed to the ground.

A wave of despair washed over me, engulfing me. Were we really going to die here?

The Black Flame Demon King approached Wen Chen step by step, his demonic energy condensing into a sharp dagger, pressed against Wen Chen's chest. "It's over, Immortal Venerable!"

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Wen Chen's mouth, but his eyes remained resolute, showing no fear. "You...are wrong..." he uttered with difficulty, his gaze fixed on a black scale on the Black Flame Demon King's chest, "It's...there..."

I followed his gaze and saw a tiny scale, hidden within the Black Flame Demon King's thick black fur, almost imperceptible without close inspection. It shimmered with an eerie light, completely out of place with the surrounding demonic energy, as if…

A piercing pain struck again, and I couldn't help but groan. Everything before my eyes began to blur, but suddenly, scenes from my battles with the other demons flashed through my mind. When my magic struck them, their bodies would stiffen briefly, and the stiffened area was... the same spot on the Black Flame Demon King's chest scale!

Is it...

"Zixuan..." I grasped Zixuan's hand, my voice weak but firm, "I...I understand..."

Zixuan trembled, her eyes vacant, like a frightened little rabbit. She clung tightly to me, muttering to herself, "It's over, it's over, we're all going to die here..." Fear robbed her of the ability to think, and the Demon King's power cast a huge shadow over her heart.

I shook her hard. "Zixuan! Wake up! We still have a chance!" My voice was hoarse, but it was filled with an undeniable determination.

Perhaps my tone startled her, for Zixuan looked at me blankly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging blood in my body, and told her everything I had seen and thought.

“Look at that black scale on the Demon King’s chest. When I fought other demons before, I discovered that their weakness was in a similar spot. When my magic hit them, their bodies would stiffen briefly…” I pointed to Wen Chen, who was entangled in demonic energy, and then to the scale on the Black Flame Demon King’s chest. “Wen Chen noticed it too; he was just trying to tell me!”

Following my directions, Zixuan looked, but at first she saw nothing and just shook her head blankly. I endured the pain, trying to stay awake, and described the scale's location, shape, and color again. Finally, Zixuan saw it. Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in disbelief, a glimmer of hope igniting in her eyes.

"Really...it really is!" She excitedly grabbed my hand, but quickly pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted, afraid of disturbing Wen Chen, who was fighting the Demon King.

I moved my body with difficulty toward Wen Chen, trying to get my voice in his ear: "Wen Chen, it's that scale! I'm sure!"

Wen Chen was almost suffocating from the Black Flame Demon King's demonic energy, but his eyes lit up when he heard my words. He groaned, as if responding to me, while his gaze casually swept over the scales on the Black Flame Demon King's chest.

I understood what he meant. He needed me to examine the scale more closely to confirm whether it was truly the Black Flame Demon King's weakness, and how to exploit it.

I mustered my strength, focused my attention, and tried to detect the subtle fluctuations emanating from the scale. I discovered that whenever the Black Flame Demon King attacked, the scale's light intensified, and the surrounding demonic energy fluctuated accordingly. Moreover, as the Demon King's attacks became more powerful, the scale's light flickered faster and faster, as if it were under immense pressure.

"Wen Chen, that scale... it's glowing, and the stronger the Demon King's attack, the faster it flashes!" I whispered to Wen Chen, telling him my discovery.

Wen Chen nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips. He seemed to have understood something, his eyes filled with confidence and determination.

Just then, the Black Flame Demon King seemed to notice Wen Chen and my little actions... He suddenly turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on us, a cruel smile appearing on his lips...

The Black Flame Demon King's chilling gaze coiled around me like a venomous snake, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. He let out a deafening roar, his demonic energy surging and sweeping towards us like a raging torrent. Wen Chen stood in front of me, his figure as imposing as a mountain. The immortal sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, clashing fiercely with the Black Flame Demon King's demonic energy, producing a piercing roar.

I gripped Wen Chen's clothes tightly, feeling his body trembling violently. I knew he was under unimaginable pressure. But I couldn't back down; I had to seize this opportunity to find the Demon King's true weakness!

I endured the oppressive feeling from the raging demonic energy around me, trying my best to stay conscious. I stared intently at the Black Flame Demon King, examining every detail of his body inch by inch. His scales, his claws, his fangs... I looked at them carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Could I have guessed wrong? Could it be that the Demon King has no weakness at all?

No, that's impossible! There must be a weakness, I just haven't discovered it yet!

I gritted my teeth and focused my attention on the Demon King once more. This time, I looked at the top of his head. There, a pair of enormous demonic horns pierced the sky like sharp blades, radiating a chilling demonic aura.

I held my breath, carefully observing the pair of demonic horns. At first, I didn't notice anything unusual. But as time passed, I gradually noticed a black halo flickering between the Demon King's horns. The halo brightened and dimmed, like breathing, subtly echoing each of the Demon King's attacks.

My heart started racing, and a strange intuition told me that this black halo was the core of the Demon King's power!

I suppressed my excitement and continued to observe the halo. I discovered that whenever the Demon King launched an attack, the halo would become brighter, and the surrounding demonic energy would fluctuate more violently. Conversely, when the Demon King was attacked, the halo would dim, as if it were enduring immense pain.

I finally understand! This halo is not only the core of the Demon King's power, but also his weakness! As long as we can attack this halo, we can definitely severely injure the Demon King!

I turned my head sharply to look at Wen Chen. His face was pale, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he still stood firmly in front of me, using his broad shoulders to shield me from the wind and rain.

"Wen Chen..." I mustered all my strength to tell him what I had discovered, "It's his demonic horns... that black light between the demonic horns..."

Wen Chen's gaze followed my instruction and fell on the Demon King's demonic horns. His eyes lit up instantly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't say anything, he just gripped my hand tightly and then suddenly pushed me behind him.

"Take care of yourself," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

The next moment, the immortal sword in his hand erupted with unprecedented light, shooting straight towards the Black Flame Demon King like a shooting star...

I stared intently at Wen Chen's retreating figure, my heart filled with worry and anticipation. I knew this was a life-or-death battle; victory or defeat hinged on this very moment!

Suddenly, I felt a powerful demonic energy rushing towards me...

The demonic energy came with incredible speed and force; I had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as it engulfed me. At the critical moment, a flash of azure light appeared, and Master Qingfeng appeared before me. With a flick of his whisk, he dispersed the demonic energy. "Miss Xiao Yao, be careful!" he said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with worry. I nodded gratefully to him, feeling slightly relieved.

"Wen Chen, I've discovered the Demon King's weakness lies between its demonic horns; that black halo is the key!" I shouted at Wen Chen, my voice almost torn apart by the surrounding demonic energy. Wen Chen turned around, giving me a resolute look, and I immediately understood his meaning. No words were needed between us; a single glance was enough for us to understand each other.

A plan was quickly agreed upon between the two: Wen Chen would draw the Demon King's attention, while I would look for an opportunity to attack the Demon Horn. It sounded simple, but in practice, it was incredibly difficult. The Black Flame Demon King was powerful and incredibly fast, and its Demon Horn was surrounded by dense demonic energy, forming a natural barrier. Breaking through this barrier was no easy feat.

"Zixuan, cover Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen shouted to Zixuan, who was not far away. Zixuan nodded, her long whip dancing like a serpent, restraining the surrounding demons and creating an opportunity for me.

Wen Chen took a deep breath and launched an attack on the Black Flame Demon King. The immortal sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, its sword energy crisscrossing like bolts of lightning ripping through the night sky. The Black Flame Demon King roared, its massive demonic claws slamming down towards Wen Chen. Wen Chen dodged the attack with a swift movement, narrowly avoiding it, but his sleeve was torn by the demonic claws, revealing a gruesome wound on his arm.

I held my breath, my eyes fixed on the Demon King's horns, searching for an opening to strike. The Demon King's attention was completely drawn to Wen Chen, and the demonic energy around its horns rippled slightly due to its violent movements. Now!

I took a deep breath, concentrating all my spiritual power into the dagger in my hand, and shot towards the Demon King's horns like an arrow. The dagger sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

However, just as my dagger was about to touch the Demon King's horns, the Demon King suddenly let out a deafening roar, and a powerful surge of demonic energy erupted from its mouth, sending me flying. I crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if my internal organs had shifted, and a metallic taste filled my mouth.

"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen shouted anxiously, trying to rush over, but was blocked by the Black Flame Demon King's demonic claws.

I struggled to stand up, only to find my body numb. The Demon King's demonic energy clung to me like a leech, relentlessly eroding my body. I felt my consciousness blurring, and everything before my eyes became distorted.

"No... I can't give up..." I silently repeated to myself, trying hard to stay awake. I still have a mission to complete; I can't just give up like this!

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand grasp mine, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy flowed into my body, dispelling the demonic energy that had been binding me. I opened my eyes and saw Wen Chen standing in front of me, his face filled with worry and anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

I gripped his hand tightly, feeling a warm current flow through my body. I knew I couldn't give up; for him, and for myself, I had to live!

His eyes sharpened, and the light from the immortal sword in his hand intensified...