When children are young, many people teach them that they should never answer if a stranger calls their name.

The Hungry Demon suddenly remembered this warning, his face contorted in pain, on the verge of tears, staring helplessly at the palm-sized piece of wood in Fang Zong's hand.

What is this piece of wood?

It looked like just a palm-sized piece of wood, formed from a gathering of yin energy. It was pitch black, an oddly black, and otherwise nothing special.

But in the eyes of the Hungry Demon, it was like the first ray of darkness at dusk, destroying the light of the entire world, as if it were ultimately...

Darkness descends, and light perishes!

Darkness, only darkness. The Hungry Demon's gaze was trapped in this dark realm, his bewilderment and fear of the unknown entwined and enveloped him through the profound darkness, eroding the courage that belonged to a warrior.

He seemed to see a chaotic, undeveloped world, without sky, without earth, without sound, without anything at all.

What devastated him even more was that even when he shouted loudly, he received no response; his voice was completely absorbed.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, floating horizontally, and quickly fell into the endless darkness, then disappeared without a trace!

"ah………………!!!"

The Hungry Demon suddenly broke free from the gaze, and a layer of silvery-white cold iron ghost energy swept out from its body, severing a portion of the Yin Preservation Wood's power.

He was finally able to speak, and he roared hoarsely, "What the hell is that?!"

"Yin Cun Mu, my magical artifact."

Fang Zong said with a smile, "My younger sister told me that a long, long time ago, all magic-level experts without magical artifacts were poor. Are you poor?"

Are you poor?

Are you poor?

"Are you poor... are you... are you... are you..."

"Pfft!" The Hungry Demon almost coughed up blood from pent-up frustration.

Interfering with the power of Yin Cunmu, Fang Zong's voice echoed, reverberating around him and also shaking the mind of the Hungry Demon.

The Hungry Demon's eyes suddenly became blank yet incredibly venomous, because long, long ago, the successor of the War King had been truly impoverished.

He was heavily in debt when he was alive, and even League of Legends didn't clean up his mess!

"Fang Zong! You..."

The Hungry Demon was speechless. From the moment he first saw Fang Zong, it was as if Fang Zong had countless trump cards up his sleeve.

He couldn't imagine all of Fang Zong's hidden cards, and he couldn't guess them.

That feeling of powerlessness was something he had never experienced in his life, including his ghostly life. It made his whole body go limp, and he couldn't even shout anymore.

"Fang Zong, are you really going to force me to my death?" the Hungry Demon asked breathlessly.

Then they fled in a direction far away from Fang Zong, but their speed was nothing to Fang Zong.

Fang Zong sheathed his Tang Hengdao, stretched his hands and fingers, and strolled over leisurely.

Pulled by the black hole-like attraction of the Yin-preserving wood, the Hungry Demon's speed was reduced by more than 80%.

So you think you can just run away?

Ninth Sister laughed and said, "My dear Summoner, I'm ready for an eight-kill streak."

Fang Zong was confident of victory and smiled gently.

He had always used the Yin Cun Mu as a bottle to store ghost energy and evil spirit energy, but he never expected that when he became a sub-magic level expert, Ninth Sister would speak up.

With his energy level, he could barely use the true power of Yin Cunmu.

As long as it's a ghost whose name he can call out, it will respond and he can absorb it!

Like a black hole!

"Wow, that's amazing. Oh, I wasn't talking about the magical artifact, I was talking about you."

Fang Zong walked forward while sighing softly.

The way they looked at the Hungry Demon contained not only an emotion called 'appetite', but also a great deal of respect.

Yincun Wood is a magical artifact, high-level and only those at the Technique level or above are qualified to use it.

Fang Zong thought the Hungry Demon would be directly sucked in, and he only needed to reach out and block it, and touch it a few times. However, he did not expect that the Hungry Demon still had the strength to resist, and even retained 20% of its speed to escape.

He said softly, "I seriously doubt whether you're a level of expert in magic. Second level? Or... third level?"

"I've only just entered the spell level."

The Hungry Demon said coldly, "If you hadn't used your tricks to destroy my Netherworld Tremor, I could have left already! Kid, do you really think you can kill me so easily?"

"why not?"

Fang Zong suddenly reached out, his fingers forming a drunken fist like a hook, as if leaning forward to offer a toast.

Even though the Hungry Demon was under control, he did not underestimate his opponent and used his rarely used fists and feet.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Fang Zong's hand was clamped by the Hungry Demon, who controlled his joints and twisted and turned it.

Fang Zong let out a soft exclamation of surprise, and with a strong pull, he managed to free his hand.

"You want to fight me with fists and feet? Without even using any ghostly energy?" Fang Zong asked, frowning.

The Hungry Demon chuckled softly, arrogantly raising his chin and refusing to answer.

"Well done, you truly are the King of War!"

Fang Zong didn't hold back his praise, because the Hungry Demon had seen through his intentions after only two encounters.

Despite being unable to use his demonic energy and having 80% of his speed controlled, he still managed to forcefully deflect his attack using his superb combat skills.

If his speed hadn't been controlled, the Hungry Demon could have easily shaken him off with just his fists and feet...

"Derailment impact, weak point critical strike (demon)... Kill!"

Thinking of this, Fang Zong suddenly made his move.

The male aura surged skyward, and his blood burned!

He needed to completely control the Hungry Demon, at least confining it within a range of five hundred paces.

If we enter the nearby residential area, and the dog becomes desperate, who knows what terrible things the Hungry Demon might do.

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