My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Now, I feel that the opposing party might just be your Sect Hierarch, and his purpose is to absorb the power of all Sky Demon Sect members in one fell swoop to aid his celestial ascension."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Ding Zhang shook his head in panic, but there was already hesitation in his eyes.

At this moment, a sudden sound of something breaking through the air came from ahead.

Immediately following, a figure flew in from the distance, landing with a thud in front of Ding Zhang and Ye Guichen.

The person was also dressed in the attire of the Sky Demon Sect, which was similar to Ding Zhang’s.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Ding Zhang’s pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward, pulling the person up: "Great Elder, is it you, Great Elder?"

The newcomer was an elderly man in his seventies or eighties, now emaciated to the bone, with a faint flicker of life in his eyes, clearly unable to survive.

Ye Guichen stepped forward, directly using the Yimu Changqing Technique to restore a trace of vitality to him.

However, Ye Guichen did not intend to save the man.

After all, these people belonged to the Sky Demon Sect, and death was their fate.

He certainly wasn’t a saint, nor was he obliged to help.

Ye Guichen infused the man with a bit of life, just to find out what had happened.

Sure enough, after gasping for a moment, the Great Elder recognized Ding Zhang: "It’s you? The Sect Hierarch has gone mad. The entire Sky Demon Sect has become his sacrifice. He’s transformed into someone else entirely. Quickly, quickly leave..."

With that, the Great Elder’s body rapidly shriveled before turning into a dried corpse in moments.

After hearing this, Ding Zhang was left in a stunned state.

No one expected Ye Guichen would be right.

"Master, what, what do we do now?" Ding Zhang’s voice trembled, clearly reluctant to delve deeper.

Ye Guichen furrowed his brows.

He was thankful he hadn’t brought more people along.

At this point, bringing more people wouldn’t matter.

Judging by the opponent’s tactics, their cultivation level was likely at an unfathomable depth.

But the current situation indicates that the Sky Demon Sect Leader is undergoing demonic transformation, and their cultivation has not yet reached its peak.

If we continue to wait, even if it’s myself, I fear I won’t stand a chance.

"Where is the Sky Demon Sect’s altar?" Ye Guichen asked in a deep voice.

"Altar?" Ding Zhang was puzzled, somewhat bewildered: "Master, what do you intend to do?"

"Take me there. If we’re late and your Sect Leader undergoes full demonic transformation, even if he doesn’t become the colossal sinister entity he once was, it will be just as formidable. By then, we’ll all be doomed!"

"Ah? This, this..." Ding Zhang was already terrified, speaking incoherently.

Ye Guichen didn’t have time to waste on words: "Hurry!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll take you right away." Ding Zhang exerted all his strength, leading Ye Guichen swiftly towards the central altar of the Sky Demon Sect.

After more than half an hour, the surrounding air seemed much colder.

Not far away, thick black fog swirled in midair, the sky ominously gloomy as if something terrifying was approaching.

And there, a massive altar loomed in the air.

Seven pillars lifted the altar below, standing as though suspended in the air, intimidating at first glance.

But at this moment, wisps of black mist continuously spread from the seven pillars onto the altar, then into the person standing atop it.

Ye Guichen could clearly sense the pungent smell of blood emanating from the seven pillars, likely related to the previously deceased individuals.

"That’s the Sect Leader!" Looking at the figure enveloped in black mist atop the altar, Ding Zhang’s voice quivered: "What’s he doing?"

"Now it seems he’s absorbing the power of the Sky Demon Sect members, and those powers are mixed with the former sinister entity. It won’t be long before those energies are entirely absorbed, that former entity will revive."

"Ah?" Ding Zhang shivered with fright upon hearing this and nearly fell, his voice turning sharply: "Then, then what do we do?"

But this sudden shout attracted the attention of the Sky Demon Sect Leader on the altar.

The leader only glanced this way, and Ding Zhang immediately felt his body turning uncontrollably, unable to move.

Ye Guichen also felt a chill down his spine, as if stripped bare, being scrutinized completely.

"Hehe, a pure Yang body delivered right to my door. Excellent, excellent!" The voice lightly waved a hand, sending a wave of black mist into Ding Zhang’s body.

Ding Zhang let out a tragic scream, terror flooding his eyes, as he turned into a dried corpse in an instant, without even a chance to resist.

Ye Guichen instinctively tried to retreat, as this dangerous instinct overwhelmed his desire to fight.

However, the Sect Leader on the altar clearly had no intentions of sparing Ye Guichen.

"Come forth!"

The leader spoke softly.

Ye Guichen felt his body moving uncontrollably, flying up and landing on the altar.

Upon arriving at the altar, Ye Guichen discovered six other individuals there.

Each stood atop the seven pillars like statues, their bodies immobilized aside from their eyes and mouths.

Seeing Ye Guichen’s arrival, despair filled each of their eyes.

"Now we’re all doomed!"

"Once he summons that ghastly entity, we’re finished!"

"We thought we needed one more person, but who’d have thought someone would deliver themselves!"