I Have a Golden Crow

The black mist woman leaned on her black rain umbrella, standing tall before the frozen Heaven Returning Wood Demon Soul, slowly shaking her head.

”Alright then, I’ll just wait here with you.” Little Fen Yang hid behind the doorframe, poking out half of its small head, gazing at the imprisoned Heaven Returning Wood.

It couldn’t feel more comfortable inside~

”Heh...” Du Yu let out a long breath, his previously blank gaze finally coming into focus.

In front of him was Master Qing’s delicate face.

But in her eyes, there was a hint of sorrow.

Anyone else might have overlooked this scene, but Du Yu’s eyes were sharp, and he immediately noticed something was off with her.

”Master Qing?” Du Yu struggled up from her embrace, asking with concern, ”What’s wrong?”

Yang Qingqing didn’t reply, instead inquiring, ”How’s the Shadow Gu Tower holding up?”

Du Yu: ”The Shadow Gu Tower already has the Heaven Returning Wood’s Demon Soul under control. Now the Heaven Returning Wood can’t move at all...”

Before he finished, Du Yu suddenly felt a surge of violent energy rolling in from afar!

Yang Qingqing thrust out her left hand, and a burning Thorn Shield suddenly appeared, blocking in front of them both.

Through the gaps in the thorns left intentionally by the woman, Du Yu saw a giant flaming hand clinging tightly to the edge of Gourd Mouth.

Soon after, an enormous flaming head slowly emerged.

”Tui~” The Flame Soul Imprisonment opened its mouth wide, spitting out several charred and withered trees of different sizes—some shaped like demon beasts, others like humans—toward the distant mountain peak.

Immediately after, the Flame Soul Imprisonment leapt up and at last jumped out.

However, it stepped right through a military building, a scorching blast surging out viciously...

”Watch out!”

”Back! Get back, quickly!”

”Hiss!!” The Flame Soul Imprisonment stared up into the night sky, glaring at the roiling storm clouds, emitting a furious roar.

It gripped the Thunderbolt Halberd in hand and swung it menacingly toward the sky, stabbing directly at the thunder-laced sea of clouds!

For some reason, the situation with Flame Soul Imprisonment suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse!

That towering body shook unsteadily, each step crushing the land beneath its feet.

The Flame Soul Imprisonment’s figure had just shown signs of shrinking, but then quickly swelled again, returning to its hundred-meter form.

”This is bad.” Yang Qingqing grabbed Du Yu and rapidly pulled him back, realizing the severity of the problem!

Cheng Feng is a Demon Taming Emperor, someone who was targeted by the heavens and dropped in stage.

And the Flame Soul Imprisonment within him had clearly already reached Demon Saint Level!

The Flame Soul Imprisonment craved battle above all else.

So Cheng Feng, with the abilities of a Demon Taming Emperor, had controlled the Demon Saint· Flame Soul Imprisonment, master and pet fighting side by side.

But now, the battle was over, yet the Flame Soul Imprisonment wasn’t satisfied!

It had lost control!

”Hiss... roar!” The shrinking flame giant’s body suddenly expanded madly again, the Flame Soul Imprisonment roaring so loud its voice reached the heavens.

”Zzz~ zzz~”

In an instant, an electric current spread out, wrapping around this sky-piercing body of flames.

”Boom rumble!”

Within two or three seconds, the lightning exploded thunderously.

The Flame Soul Imprisonment’s figure vanished without a trace.

On the summit of Gourd Mountain, only ruins remained, and a deathly silence!

Yang Qingqing shouted an order: ”Report to superiors immediately, the Demon Saint· Flame Soul Imprisonment is out of control, Cheng Feng and the Flame Soul Imprisonment have teleported away!”

”Yes!”

”Help the wounded!”

”Understood!” A chorus of responses rang out, the entire encampment springing into action.

Du Yu stared blankly at the scene, and also saw demon beasts one after another struggling free from the collapsed buildings.

To be stationed here, the soldiers naturally possessed formidable strength.

The Flame Soul Imprisonment’s trampling wasn’t truly an attack, but rather unintentional collateral damage during a struggle for control between master and pet.

So, the mountaintop encampment suffered no casualties, only some property loss.

What really worried Du Yu was Senior Cheng Feng.

He had teleported away, clearly not wanting to accidentally injure friendly forces, likely going somewhere remote and quiet to negotiate with his demon pet.

But as for the Imprisoned Race...

Their mode of existence was simply too peculiar.

They had to rely on other living beings to exist, always scheming to seize control of the body.

Du Yu still remembered clearly the scene of Li Mengnan taming the Electric Soul Imprisonment back then.

Between Demon Tamers and the Imprisoned Race, there had never been a master-pet relationship—only a master-servant one.

The Flame Soul Imprisonment that Senior Cheng Feng had raised since childhood—would it be like a lion in a zoo, still obeying its beast tamer, or would it seize the chance...

As he thought, Du Yu didn’t dare imagine further!

Yang Qingqing watched Shu Qinghe stride over, her expression grave: ”Sister Shu.”

Shu Qinghe shook her head: ”Ever since Mr. Cheng’s stage dropped, this hidden danger has existed.

It was only a matter of time before something happened.

But you don’t need to worry too much—it should be fine.

Even if Mr. Cheng can’t control the Flame Soul Imprisonment, he has many other demon pets within him. They won’t just sit by and do nothing.”

Yang Qingqing lightly nodded: ”Mm...”

Shu Qinghe looked to Du Yu. After confirming Du Yu’s stable condition, she raised her hand and gently patted Yang Qingqing’s shoulder: ”My condolences.”

Yang Qingqing’s eyes briefly flickered with complex emotion. Looking at the woman before her, she also replied, ”My condolences.”

Shu Qinghe slowly turned away, gazing toward the distant Gourd Mouth, sighing quietly to herself.

Was it worth it?

Probably so.

After all, it was to eliminate the hidden danger of a Demon Saint Level threat, for the peace of this land...

”Hiss!” Suddenly, Du Yu’s head popped up at the edge of Gourd Mouth.

He let out a soft hiss, pushing forward with his palm.

A phantom-like fire stove appeared, swaying crookedly as it floated out.