The Holy Land isn’t large. After spending this time searching every corner for Corpse Worms, the Master of Mystic Healer Valley and Dr. Marcus Guile know exactly how small it really is.
When Rowan Bloom led Prince Nolan and Serena Feng here, he deliberately took a winding route through the woods to make it seem as if the Holy Land was vast and complicated, warning them not to wander off.
Unfortunately, while Rowan Bloom is clever, others aren’t fools either. Even the Demon Sect’s servants, who deliver cold meals daily, can’t hide their true condition.
If those mute servants really had trekked a long mountain path, how could they possibly show no sign of exhaustion—no flushed faces, no heavy breathing?
Rowan Bloom may be shrewd, but he overlooked these small details, giving Prince Nolan and Serena Feng a basic understanding of the Holy Land.
Led by Dr. Marcus Guile, Prince Nolan and Serena Feng’s group easily circled to the exit on the other side, and there...
Rowan Bloom was already waiting there with the Demon Sect remnants.
Seeing Prince Nolan and Serena Feng appear, Rowan Bloom’s pale face twisted into a bloodthirsty smile. “I knew you’d come here. It seems you’ve learned quite a lot about our Holy Land over these two weeks. In that case…” Rowan Bloom paused, glanced meaningfully at Prince Nolan, and continued, “In that case, I absolutely can’t let you leave.”
"You really think a handful of you can block our way?" Doudou sneered.
Even Southlyn’s two hundred thousand troops couldn’t stop them. Now the Demon Sect dares to try with just a few hundred? They really don’t know their place.
"Hmph, you dare look down on our Holy Sect? You’ll pay for that soon enough." With his raven swarm burned by Prince Nolan, Rowan Bloom was seething with rage and had nowhere to vent it. He didn’t bother with more words; instead, he stepped back and signaled the Demon Sect members to attack.
"Go, seize that woman—I want her alive." Rowan Bloom’s venomous gaze fell on Serena Feng. It was clear that if she really fell into his hands, her fate would be grim.
"Hmph…" Prince Nolan snorted coldly. "Truly clueless."
Just as the Demon Sect members lunged forward, Prince Nolan pointed upward and said, "Sect Master Rowan, didn’t you hear something from above?"
Sound?
The Demon Sect crowd froze, instantly stopping and pricking up their ears. They saw…
Thud, thud, thud… Faint, synchronized footsteps echoed, seemingly coming from inside the Holy Hall.
"You… despicable! You actually summoned an army." Rowan Bloom’s face went from pale to ghostly white.
Prince Nolan flicked his sleeve, unfazed. "It’s only wise to be cautious. I’m simply repaying you in kind—why call it despicable?"
Prince Nolan swept his gaze coldly over the Demon Sect crowd, now ashen-faced, and said with utter calm, "Sect Master Rowan, the Demon Sect’s downfall is entirely your own doing. I returned your Young Lord out of goodwill, but you schemed to murder me. If not for your plotting, I’d never have bothered with your petty sect."
Prince Nolan was truly worthy of his reputation—even now, he didn’t forget to sow discord between Rowan Bloom and the Demon Sect crowd, making it clear that his attack was only because Rowan Bloom had acted unjustly first.
Sure enough, as soon as Prince Nolan finished speaking, the Demon Sect members started looking at Rowan Bloom differently.
Though the Demon Sect was notorious for its arrogance, it had never openly provoked Eastlyn. By rights, Prince Nolan shouldn’t have targeted them.
Sect Master…
Everyone turned to look at Rowan Bloom.
Of course, when they first learned Prince Nolan was coming, some did suggest ways to control or scheme against him, but now none would admit it. They shoved all blame onto Rowan Bloom, insisting it was his fault the Demon Sect faced disaster again.
After their defeat in the last battle, the Demon Sect members were already dissatisfied with Rowan Bloom, blaming his poor leadership for the sect’s near-annihilation. Now, they pinned every mistake on him.
"Why are you all staring at me? What, you’re scared off by a few words? Stop standing around like idiots—attack! Take them down before their reinforcements arrive!" Rowan Bloom roared in fury.
Only then did the Demon Sect crowd snap out of it. They answered, “Yes!” and charged at Prince Nolan and Serena Feng. But…
Too late!
The troops arriving today weren’t just anyone—they were the Black Riders, undefeated through countless battles with zero casualties.
The Black Riders weren’t numerous, but their strength lay in elite skill and blistering speed.
While Prince Nolan and the Demon Sect were still talking, the Black Riders had already found the entrance. As the Demon Sect charged forward, the first wave of Black Riders dropped down, landing behind Prince Nolan’s group.
They landed in utter silence, lightning-fast, and before they’d even steadied themselves, they were surging forward.
"Kill!" Someone shouted, and the Black Riders attacked with blinding speed. Not even Doudou, let alone the Demon Sect, could react in time.
With a sickening thud, Demon Sect fighters—still charging at Prince Nolan—were cut down by the Black Riders rushing toward them.
Slash after slash, every blade found its mark. By the time Rowan Bloom and the rest of the Demon Sect realized what was happening, the ground was already lined with corpses.
Wave after wave of Black Riders dropped down, charging forward without a hint of hesitation, their blades raised, pressing toward the Demon Sect with a fearless, death-defying momentum that crushed the enemy’s morale.
It wasn’t that the Black Riders didn’t fear death—they simply didn’t understand what death was. Their only concern was how to kill the enemy.
Fearless and unstoppable, the Black Riders carved a path through, utterly overwhelming the Demon Sect, who stood no chance against them.
If assassins are killing machines trained by the Assassin Hall, then the Black Riders are precision-forged weapons—every strike is lethal.
The Black Riders use no fancy moves—only disciplined, ruthless killing techniques. The simplest attacks, yet every blade hits a vital spot.
Compared to Demon Sect masters, the Black Riders don’t practice martial arts or possess supernatural skills, nor do they wield intricate blade techniques. What they have is the best gear and the most advanced weapons.
Their armor weighs a hundred pounds—ordinary swords and blades can’t even scratch it. Even a full-force blow from a Demon Sect master leaves only a shallow cut, and such wounds mean nothing to a Black Rider.
Their bodies are tempered through countless trials; ordinary injuries barely register.
The blades they wield are forged from the finest steel, and their hidden weapons—all crafted by the weapons fanatic Zuo An—leave them armed to the teeth.
Against such monstrous cavalry, unless it’s a one-on-one duel, the Demon Sect’s experts stand no chance. Wherever the Black Riders go, the ground is strewn with corpses.
The Demon Sect fighters grew more timid with every clash, retreating further each time.
Call them soldiers, yet on the battlefield they deploy hidden weapons. Call them assassins, yet their hundred-man teamwork and flawless coordination is something no assassin could match.
This kind of force—truly terrifying!