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Leon Yan and Tyler Yan stared at the huge puddle of black-and-yellow liquid on the floor, stunned. Their painstakingly refined Chenshire Corpse Golem had just been destroyed by Shawn Young's Ghoulbane Silk, and they were so agitated that their bodies trembled. The brothers exchanged a glance and simultaneously whipped off their bamboo hats, revealing their true faces—turns out, the infamous Yan Brothers were shockingly ugly! Their bald heads were covered in disgusting lumps, their faces were long and narrow, and even their crooked teeth looked almost identical. The only difference was one brother’s right ear was oversized, while the other’s left ear was huge—a detail that stood out on closer inspection. At this moment, their bloodshot eyes glared venomously at Shawn Young, as if they wanted to skin him alive!
"Whoa—no wonder you two always wear those hats and act all mysterious! You’re so ugly, I nearly had a heart attack! Guess you’re just afraid to show your faces in public!" Shawn Young mocked them mercilessly.
"You little brat! You ruined our Chenshire Corpse Golem, so now we’ll snatch your soul for our rituals! I’m Leon Yan! There’s no way you’re leaving here alive today!" The elder Yan brother, Leon Yan, strode forward menacingly toward Shawn Young.
"Oh, really? I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway. This place is perfect for your burial!" Shawn Young sneered.
"Big talk! Let’s see if you’ve got the skills to back it up!" Leon Yan barked, stepping right up to Shawn Young. As he blocked Shawn’s path, Leon’s right hand slipped behind his back and made a strange gesture toward Tyler Yan.
Shawn Young considered using his Flash Combat Force against Leon Yan, but remembered that this guy wasn’t afraid of normal punches or physical attacks. He switched tactics, instinctively leaping back several steps to put some distance between them, planning to use a spell against the brothers instead.
Unexpectedly, Leon Yan also darted back several steps when he saw Shawn move, and Tyler Yan followed suit. In a blink, the Yan Brothers had put about ten meters between themselves and Shawn Young. Tyler Yan stood even farther away, his hands hidden in the wide sleeves of his black robe, making it impossible to see what he was up to. A chill wind seemed to stir his sleeves ominously, making them billow and swell.
"Oh! Looks like you’re about to show me your secret moves. Come on, bring it—I could use some practice! I’ll send you packing afterward!" Shawn Young taunted, instantly realizing the Yan Brothers were preparing to cast spells. His confidence surged as he mocked them.
"You punk! You think you’re hot stuff just because you can use Ghoulbane Silk? Today, my brother and I will show you what real power looks like! You’re the one who’s going down!" Leon Yan’s voice suddenly grew strange, tinged with a bizarre, mournful chant. Black-and-red mist began to swirl around him, giving him a demonic aura. He chanted an eerie incantation, tracing symbols in the air with his hands.
"Infernal Demon Qi! That’s the forbidden art of summoning a demonic god!" Shawn Young instantly recognized the swirling black-and-red mist.
"Awooo—" Suddenly, Tyler Yan, standing behind Leon Yan, threw his head back and howled. His right hand shot out from his sleeve, transforming into a blade-like palm with a metallic, sinister gleam. He stabbed it fiercely into his brother’s chest—
Thud—a muffled sound rang out as Tyler Yan’s palm pierced straight into Leon Yan’s left chest, sending blood gushing everywhere!
"Awooo!!" Leon Yan’s face twisted in pain and rage as he let out another wild roar. His body convulsed violently, but instead of collapsing, his eyes turned blood-red. He slapped his chest hard, and in an instant, his heart burst out of his chest, landing in Tyler Yan’s monstrous hand. The huge, bloody heart kept pumping, gushing fresh blood.
"Whoa! That’s brutal! Damn—these two old freaks are actually using a Demonic Pact Heart Swap! That’s an ancient forbidden technique! Looks like they’re ready to risk it all!" Shawn Young’s face turned serious, his brows furrowing as he recalled the "Demonic Pact Technique," one of the top ten ancient forbidden spells recorded in the Codex of Ascension.
The "Demonic Pact Technique"—as the name suggests, practitioners use their own organs, combined with a secret incantation, to summon a demonic god from another realm and make a pact for its overwhelming power! The ancient Chinese war god Xingtian once used such spells to gain divine help and dominate the battlefield! Because these spells were so dangerous, they were lost as early as the end of the Shang Dynasty. Shawn Young never expected the Yan Brothers to possess such a terrifying forbidden art—who knows where they got it!
Even after losing his heart, Leon Yan didn’t collapse. His body convulsed painfully, then he stood tall, blood-red eyes glaring at Shawn Young. Tyler Yan, behind him, cradled the bloody heart reverently and began chanting. Layers of black-and-red mist spread in all directions, as if descending from the heavens or rising from the earth. The whole area was soon shrouded in a hazy world of demonic fog.
Boom! Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
The pier was suddenly engulfed in swirling black-and-red mist, forming a vast barrier. The floor exploded open with a thunderous crack, revealing a pitch-black pit. Black-and-red demonic qi spiraled up from the depths, shooting into the sky before quickly folding back and pouring over Leon Yan. The mist concentrated especially around the hole in his chest, furiously streaming inside.
As the demonic qi flooded his body, Leon Yan began to swell like a balloon. His organs mutated and grew at an incredible rate, becoming larger, rougher, and terrifyingly monstrous!
Boom—
When Leon Yan’s body swelled to five or six meters tall, a pair of fleshy wings sprouted from his back. His ugly face twisted rapidly, sprouting green-and-blue fur and vicious fangs. Especially at his chest, a dark, eerie glow shimmered. Soon, he transformed into a terrifying demon god—fanged, blue-faced, monstrous!
"Uh—wait, is that the ancient Hellhorned Behemoth, the evil god that devours spirits?! Damn—the Yan Brothers must have slaughtered countless innocents!" Shawn Young instantly recognized the true form of the demon god.
To summon the ancient Hellhorned Behemoth, you need more than a special cultivation method—you have to feed it fresh human blood for years! Plus, you must harvest the living souls, spirits, and resentment of dying victims, mix in a hundred poisons, and refine it into black-and-red demonic qi. It’s a truly evil, monstrous forbidden art, which is why it was banned for millennia! Shawn Young shivered at the thought. The Codex of Ascension didn’t record any detailed way to counter this spell—it only mentioned that everything in the five realms has its own nemesis, but that’s cold comfort right now!