This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 263 Under the Black Robe

As the demon god's enormous body was revealed, Ruoxue's eyes narrowed rapidly as if she had been electrocuted. What a shocking scene was unfolding before her eyes!

Within this massive, mountain-like black body were countless caves, each containing a person sitting cross-legged, like a monk beneath the Buddha of Mount Ling, hands clasped in prayer, solemn and dignified.

These figures, sitting cross-legged, were all shrouded in black robes, which, like greedy giant pythons, were constantly sucking up the black aura surrounding the starry sky.

"This?" She was speechless with astonishment. These densely packed figures were clearly people who had offered themselves to this demon god in order to obtain sacrificial power.

Those black robes seemed to be a mysterious passage connecting the power of the ritual with the physical body. She finally realized why the black robes could not be taken off: their bodies had long been imprisoned here.

If one were to remove the black robe outside, what a horrifying sight it would be to see the body without flesh.

Just as she was stunned and bewildered, the black auras approached her body like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, attempting to lure and imprison her in the cave.

However, she was not one of those cave dwellers who willingly offered her body. She knew her next mission: to find the black-robed man's body and lead him away from this sea of ​​suffering.

At this moment, black mist swirled around her body like smoke, and then a seven-colored glazed light suddenly flashed, like a sharp sword, directly annihilating the black mist.

Gradually, the black aura seemed to have met its nemesis, and began to shrink back, no longer daring to approach Ruoxue.

This delighted Ruoxue, who secretly marveled at how extraordinary the seven-colored glass gift from Xizhu truly was.

She was surprised that even the black aura that could bind so many geniuses could be blocked, so she began to walk forward cautiously.

The figure of the black demon god resembled a towering mountain, piercing through the starry sky, giving Ruoxue the feeling that this demon god had suffered a severe blow.

She couldn't sense the demon god's divine consciousness at all; it was as if the demon god's body was merely a walking corpse, acting entirely on instinct. It was as if, whenever someone offered sacrifices to him, his body would act like a greedy beast, drawing the person to him and bestowing upon them a black robe. Along with the appearance of the black robe, terrifying power emanating from the demon god swept over her like a surging wave.

He paced in front of each cave dwelling, like a king surveying his territory.

More and more figures emerged, including frail, white-haired old men, like candles flickering in the wind; graceful young women, like blooming flowers; and middle-aged men exuding an aura of terror, like ferocious beasts. Among them were immortals dressed in fine robes, like celestial beings descended to earth; and then there were the repulsive and terrifying unknown creatures, like demons crawling out of hell.

Surrounded by a dark aura, the foreheads of these cross-legged people reflected everything about their reality.

They were all dressed in black robes, like deadly ghosts, carrying out a horrific massacre. This scene terrified Ruoxue, sending chills down her spine. Clearly, the number of black-robed priests worshipping the demon god was large, and some were even at the pinnacle of their positions.

Through the light and shadow on her forehead, she seemed to see a fierce battle raging above the nine heavens, a bloody and brutal war.

The seven-colored glass on her body suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, as if constantly urging her to speed up.

She felt the intensity of the black energy coiling around her like a venomous snake, and a wave of worry washed over her. Although the seven-colored glass acted as a sturdy shield, isolating her from the black energy, it was clearly only a temporary protection. The constantly flashing light of the seven-colored glass was like the second hand of a countdown timer, reminding her that she had to escape as soon as possible.

Once the light of the glazed glass fades, it means that when she reappears, she will only be clad in a black robe, like a ghost in the darkness. This made her dare not delay for the slightest, and she moved as fast as the wind, shuttling back and forth like lightning within the phantom of the demon god.

However, she had never seen the black-robed man's true face, which was like searching for a needle in a vast ocean. The cave was filled with shadowy figures, instantly plunging her into deep sorrow.

"What should we do? What should we do? Black Robe, who exactly are you?"

"Women, find women, the one in black must be a woman." She first ruled out men, then her hawk-like gaze swept over the women, trying to recall every detail of her contact with the one in black.

She longed to find the unique features of the black robe. Calm down, she had to calm down, she kept telling herself.

Recalling the characteristics of the black-robed figure, she had observed him closely in the secret chamber. Although the black robe concealed his features, Xi Zhu had slashed his hand at the moment the seven-colored crystal drew out the black blood.

Scars? She suddenly realized, as if struck by a thunderbolt, that this might be the key clue to finding the Black Robe! If any of the women here have scars on their hands, then they must be the Black Robe!

With this thought, she perked up and, like a bird, once again darted through the caves, focusing on finding women with scars on their hands.

However, in the blink of an eye, she had spun around like a whirlwind, but still found nothing. How could this be?

The anxiety in her heart began to surge like a tide. This was the only clue she had to find the black robe. Why did it disappear into thin air?

Her brows furrowed, her willow-leaf eyebrows seemed to be twisted together, and the seven-colored glazed light on her body began to weaken. Even the black mist began to invade her body like a venomous snake, tightly coiling around her.

No way! Her gaze was sharp as she continued to look up at the demon god. The caves that the demon god revealed were like stars dotting his body, while his neck was still shrouded in mist, like a mysterious veil, making it impossible for anyone to see his true face.

As for the limbs, Ruoxue could see them clearly. This phantom of the demon god looked like a giant with its limbs severed, appearing extremely strange.

If there were any areas yet to be explored, it would only be the demon god's head. Could the black-robed body be there? This was the only explanation she could think of at the moment; however, she couldn't be 100% certain, because she couldn't be sure if the external wounds would spread like a plague to the true form here.

However, she secretly guessed that it should be possible. This black robe was like a bridge connecting reality to this place, but the true core was still that body. Since power could spread like electricity, why couldn't injuries too?

If that's truly impossible, wouldn't these black-robed figures become unkillable monsters? Clearly, the black-robed figures haven't reached such a terrifying level yet.

"I'll risk it all!" Ruoxue steeled her heart and flew straight toward the head of the demon god like an arrow. She had a strong premonition that the true form of the black-robed figure must be there.