In the resulting stillness, a rustling sound broke the quiet.

Across the blood-soaked wilderness, patches of white bone fragments seemed imbued with a life of their own, writhing eerily as they converged toward a single point.

These shards of bone assembled themselves according to a hidden pattern, gradually taking the rough shape of a five-clawed serpentine monster.

“Oha! Oha!”

The mechanism beast strained, twisting its metallic body, emitting sounds that resembled maniacal laughter from some unseen source.

Its detestable adversary—that troublesome insect that had dealt it such pain—was now utterly vanished. Not even a shred of its flesh could be found upon this ground dyed crimson with blood.

Seven thousand nine hundred zhang high, a direct plunge—that was no casual maneuver!

It was enough to shatter any low-level cultivator clinging to the Qi Condensation stage into dust!

Shaking its head and swaying its tail, it finally managed to retrieve and reattach every last skeletal component. The damage sustained this time was certainly no less severe than when its core self-destructed within the cavern.

If this divine ability of metamorphic regeneration could be utilized without limit, it would indeed be invincible across the world. Today, however, it had exceeded the allowed frequency. Now, not only had its core exploded, but its otherwise invincible body was also grievously mangled.

Still… even without a nose now, it could still detect the scent of blood.

Not far away, and further still, lay endless life and blood—surely that abundance would restore it to its former state…

But before that, the most crucial task remained: recovering its own severed head!

The mechanism beast lifted its upper torso, seemingly gazing into the distance, but its movement quickly seized.

Feng Zikang!

Feng Zikang stood before it, hale and hearty, a cold smirk playing on his lips, entirely unscathed!

“Heh-heh-heh…”

Feng Zikang let out a few cold laughs, standing firm with his sword. A gigantic, hairy black hand surged up from the earth, lifting him into the air.

“Your Mohist mechanism techniques have certainly proven insightful!”

“If not for the protection of the Four Symbols Divine Demons, I might truly have met my doom just now. Since you’ve forced me to reveal this trump card, I assume you won’t mind testing the power of my Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation as well!”

Feng Zikang spread his hands wide, and amid the roaring shouts of four Divine Demons, they burst forth from the soil!

One was a Heavenly King, supporting a pagoda in his left hand and clutching a black serpent in his right.

One was a black Demon God, bearing horns upon its head, shrouded in such profound darkness that its features could not be discerned.

One was a Vajra, with the Karmic Fire of Anicca burning above its head, glaring furiously, its feet trampling upon a flood dragon.

A colossal, hideous monster, covered entirely in coarse hair, currently held Feng Zikang’s true body, roaring fiercely at the mechanism beast—its intent overtly provocative!

These four Divine Demons completely encircled the mechanism beast that lay prostrate on the ground!

This was the first time Feng Zikang had manifested the Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation under the open sky since obtaining the four Divine Demon fragments from the Southern Barbarian Lands!

Each Divine Demon towered over ten zhang tall, imposing and majestic, seeming capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. Merely their overwhelming presence was enough to crush any will to resist in those trapped within the formation!

Even if the mechanism beast knew nothing of fear, under the gaze of those giant eyes, large as bronze bells, it could not help but display a shrunken, wary demeanor.

At the very instant of falling from the high sky and nearing impact with the ground, the mechanism beast had released Feng Zikang and activated its regenerative metamorphosis ability, saving its life.

Simultaneously, Feng Zikang had activated the Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation; the four entities used their supreme might to pull Feng Zikang into the formation, thus avoiding the fierce collision at that crucial moment!

Having revealed all his hidden cards, Feng Zikang now stood like an unconquerable demonic god!

Mo Fenghuang lay unconscious nearby in the tall grass; her spirit scattered, she had been cleverly knocked out by Feng Zikang and had yet to awaken.

The corpse of the Giant Ape also lay nearby, cold and stiff, though blood still pulsed vigorously from the wound in its neck, as if it would never cease flowing.

This infused the gentle breeze of the mountains with a heavy scent of gore, further intensifying the stagnant atmosphere between the confronting man and beast.

The mechanism beast slowly waved its massive claw. It was trapped at the very center of the four great demons, unable to move even a single step easily, especially now in its most weakened state, feeling as if ten thousand jun of pressure were focused upon it, pinning it down.

The battle intent in Feng Zikang’s eyes had not diminished, but his entire bearing had become calmer and more profound, radiating a terrifying aura of lethal intent. Even the non-living mechanism beast sensed this and shuddered involuntarily several times.

“Swish!”

The stalemate was finally broken by the mechanism beast, which was desperate to escape. It arched its back, straightened its frame, and charged toward the Wrathful Vajra in the west, brandishing its giant claw!

The Vajra roared, its two hands parting, and it managed to physically catch the incoming claw. Bracing from its core, it delivered a heavy shove, hurling the mechanism beast back!

The mechanism beast tumbled in the air but did not pause; it swiftly dashed toward the Pagoda-Holding Heavenly King. Seeing it approach, the King remained unhurried, raising his treasured pagoda and smashing it down hard. This strike carried immeasurable force; the mechanism beast could not withstand the impact, crashing thunderously into the ground, kicking up dust, and being driven clean into the earth!

The mechanism beast struggled out of the soil, looking left and right in disbelief. How could these mere few demons possess such incredible strength?

“Junior Brother… these demons are so formidable; using them against your elder brother is rather unkind, wouldn’t you say?”

In the other hand of the hairy monster, a streak of blood-red shadow was clearly gripped—it was Huo Zhongguang, trapped within the Divine Demon Prison. He had originally resided within Feng Zikang’s sea of consciousness in the prison, completely ignorant of outside events. When Feng Zikang forcefully summoned the Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation, Huo Zhongguang was naturally pulled out along with it, like pulling up a root that drags out the mud.

Seeing the supreme power of the Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation, he could only manage a bitter smile mixed with lingering fear.

Huo Zhongguang had initially presumed that his junior brother was merely the oriole waiting behind the mantis, seizing the opportunity to capture him precisely when he was most vulnerable after using the Primordial Spirit Manifestation technique to escape the Ten-Direction Ambush Array.

But faced with the supreme might of this Four Symbols Divine Demon Formation, let alone his mere primordial spirit, even if his physical body were unharmed and in peak condition, he likely could not break free from the array’s suppression.

When did this mere junior brother, who was only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, become so terrifyingly strong?

Huo Zhongguang still clearly recalled the night over a year ago when this youth was brought to the ancient battlefield by Ye Tiansheng to initiate Qi Condensation—at that time, he was clearly just a novice boy who knew nothing.

In just one year, Feng Zikang had reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation, which was astonishing in itself.

The crucial point was the actual strength he possessed…

Even Huo Zhongguang, who had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, might not necessarily be his match!

“A genius… this is true genius…”

Huo Zhongguang’s gaze upon Feng Zikang shifted, now interwoven with awe and profound fear.

His origins were obscure, his divine abilities inexplicable, and his current cultivation level was merely the fifth level of Qi Condensation—but none of that mattered.

What mattered was that he was destined to become a supreme figure of the Demonic Path in the future!

Huo Zhongguang was absolutely certain of this.