Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1477: 925: Blood Spear in the Night

Why would this young man, desperate to flee, head towards increasingly precipitous mountains?

His injuries were too severe to wield his sword effectively. Even if he managed to temporarily escape her pursuit using the dense, ancient woods as cover, it would only be a fleeting reprieve.

If cornered at the summit, with a sheer cliff behind and pursuers ahead, wouldn't he be walking straight into a dead end?

The Three-tailed Demon Fox extended her divine sense, sealing off all escape routes along the mountain's flanks.

Thus, even with wings, the young man wouldn't escape her grasp.

She slowed her pursuit, adopting a leisurely pace.

Surely, by the time she reached the peak, the gravely wounded fugitive would have depleted his last reserves of strength.

The unnamed mountain peak was incredibly cold, a stark contrast to the verdant landscape below.

Its summit was blanketed in snow, shrouded in white mist, with the silver clouds behind appearing to pierce the very Heavenly Sea.

An hour later, the Three-tailed Demon Fox arrived at the summit, discovering the young man leaning against a silver cedar tree.

His body was already dusted with a thin layer of snow; he was clearly exhausted and utterly drained of power.

He remained motionless, having been in that spot for a considerable time.

The vegetation and moss near his feet were withered by frost, and his slender frame cast a lonely, desolate silhouette against the backdrop of late snow and frost.

A single gust of wind made him appear as though he might topple over.

His neck was pale, tilted slightly with his trembling breaths, and a deep crimson wound marred his back.

It was evident he had reached the absolute limit of his endurance.

The Three-tailed Demon Fox's lips curled into a sinister grin: "Young man, no more running?"

Baili An stood facing the cliff's edge, the fierce wind below the peak lashing snow and sand against him, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion.

Hearing the Three-tailed Demon Fox's voice, Baili An lifted his frost-covered, purplish face, his chapped lips moving weakly.

His voice, tinged with a frail helplessness, inquired, "We have no enmity between us, so why do you pursue me so relentlessly?"

Seeing his apparent fear and submission, the Three-tailed Demon Fox offered a malicious smile:

"Young man, it is true there is no prior grievance between us. However, a certain wicked woman has just severed one of my tails. My body is weakened, and I require your essence. Just one night of pleasure, young man, would you consent?"

Baili An let out a wry chuckle. "This is the first time I've heard someone phrase the act of drawing out essence so elegantly and uniquely. But after a night of pleasure, would I still have my life?"

The Three-tailed Demon Fox giggled, her gaze lingering lewdly on Baili An:

"Well, that depends entirely on your own capabilities. Can you last until dawn?"

Baili An drew the small, cold fox closer into his embrace, his expressionless face betraying no emotion.

The Three-tailed Demon Fox observed him with amusement, contemplating for a moment before speaking softly:

"If you are set on maintaining your virtue, so be it. The little demon you hold injured my face. Currently, I am in need of skin. If you are willing to hand her over, I shall peel off her fox skin and extract her Demon Core to nourish and heal myself. Then, you will not need to offer your essence, and you may descend the mountain. How does that sound?"

At the precipice of life and death, the instinct for self-preservation naturally takes hold.

Shu Ci understood this principle perfectly. She also recognized the predicament she would face if her identity were revealed to the Three-tailed Demon Fox.

Yet, before she could further process the situation, she heard a laugh from above, carrying a peculiar resonance.

With an impassive fox face, she looked upward.

Amidst the wind and snow, he stood braced against the cold cedar, his gaze fixed upon the Three-tailed Demon Fox from a distance.

The subtle curve at the corner of his eyes seemed to hold an intimate, gentle, and enigmatic allure.

"I apologize, but my precious little fur will not be skinned by anyone. As for her Demon Core, let it remain safely nurtured within her belly, understood?"

Despite the absence of any smile on his eyes or lips, he was not the least bit seductive.

Yet, the delicate curve at his eye's corner felt like a warm breath drilling into one's heart, eliciting a ticklish sensation.

Even as a fox spirit herself, Shu Ci felt unqualified, having never engaged in flirtation with men. Yet, witnessing this moment, her bandaged paw trembled.

This man possessed an extraordinary beauty; everything about him made him appear dangerously captivating. His features were truly sculpted for the role of a fox spirit.

It was no wonder he could mesmerize a formidable woman like Demon Lord Arao, leaving her utterly dazed.

Years ago, Shu Ci had even disdained Arao's licentious behavior.

But now, looking at him, not keeping him as a companion felt like an utter waste of his exceptional talent.

As a Great Demon, Shu Ci experienced what it felt like to be a mortal Empress for the very first time.

Shu Ci felt a strong sense of resistance, but the Three-tailed Demon Fox, driven by her primal nature, found herself unable to resist.

She was no match for his gaze, already ensnared.

"Oh? So the young man has made his decision?"

If he truly submitted willingly beneath her, serving her with contentment, she would be able to gather superior spiritual energy.