Merging with Demon Spirits

Accompanied by a slight distortion of space, a figure shrouded entirely in black robes silently appeared, holding in his right hand a magic staff about seventy to eighty centimeters long, entirely black, engraved with exquisite patterns.

At the top of the staff is embedded a fist-sized, gray-white crystal stone with a rough surface.

That is the demon core of an Emperor level demon beast, valued at over ten billion.

Although the figure’s appearance was obscured by the hood, his slightly exposed facial features indicated he was male.

An ordinary-looking young man.

"Really unlucky, this time it’s once again the Magma Territory, out of ten traversals, eight times have been to this damned place."

The figure floated mid-air, looking down at the earth, muttering to himself.

Below him was a land composed of blood-red and black.

Even separated by a height of fifty or sixty meters, he could still feel the scorching heat below.

Within a hundred-mile radius, volcanic craters were ubiquitous, with booming sounds frequently erupting. Scorching lava and ashes shot skyward, forming a red waterfall. Lava meandered on the ground like blood-red rivers, solidifying into black rocks.

The space here was distorted by the high temperatures, the sky filled with rolling volcanic ash and black smoke, which shrouded the sunlight, casting the world into darkness.

"In this damned place, even breathing fresh air has become a luxury. Next time, I definitely have to bring an oxygen tank."

Complaining, the figure cautiously scanned the surroundings with his gaze. The next instant, his figure vanished.

A phantom like a red thread passed through the place he was at, then disappeared into the scorching ground below.

"Species mark 92, snake-like, about one meter two or three long, but without snake pupils. Suspected to perceive prey through soundwaves, highly aggressive toward humans, main feature is a dark red body color, a heat-loving creature dwelling in magma, with a launch speed faster than a King’s movement speed. If one doesn’t undergo Demon Transformation or Spiritual Power embodiment, even a King’s body would be pierced, weakness unknown."

The black-robed man took out a notebook from his pocket, holding a ballpoint pen, wrote and drew before putting it away. Suddenly, an ear-piercing whistle sounded by his ear. Just as he raised his head, a fiery stone appeared before him, flying past his ear, the turbulent airflow lifting his hood.

That figure was Yue Mingming.

Yue Mingming’s figure didn’t dodge, his gaze quickly capturing the attacker by the magma.

It was a humanoid creature with black-red skin, bone spurs on its back, triangular ears on both sides of its face, possessing only one eye. The blood-colored eye was centered in the face, large enough to occupy most of it, nearly three meters tall, with disproportionately long limbs, large feet, nails like hooks, muscles knotted, completely naked.

This humanoid creature’s intelligence seemed low; after the sneak attack failed, it angrily stomped its feet, muttering words Yue Mingming couldn’t comprehend, without immediately launching another attack.

"Cyclops, the dominant race on this Chaotic Continent, no other species can threaten them, intelligence level equivalent to a human five-six-year-old child, carnivorous, irritable, and bloodthirsty. Even after gorging, despite not needing to eat, they were extremely aggressive toward any creature in sight, favoring dismembering prey. Cyclops are divided into five major races differentiated by skin color: black-red represents the Magma Race, dark blue represents the Deep Sea Race..."

Yue Mingming floated in mid-air.

Information about Cyclops flashed in his mind, but there was no need to record notes as there was nothing additional.

Underground, as Yue Mingming was pondering, the Cyclops suddenly crouched its right foot, muscles bulging, its figure leaped towards Yue Mingming’s direction.

No need to rely on Spiritual Power Wings, just this physical strength could leap fifty to sixty meters high. Experiencing such terrifying physical prowess once again, Yue Mingming couldn’t help but marvel at this monstrous physical talent.

This was just an ordinary Cyclops, not a royal among Cyclops. Royals had wings, easily distinguishable; yet, this Cyclops’s physical talent was even more formidable than a human Martial King, several times stronger.

Thankfully, these low-intelligence Cyclops didn’t know Martial Skills, nor Soul Skills, or else they would be scarier than Kings, even posing a threat to Emperors.

As the Cyclops appeared before Yue Mingming, the ferocity in its Cyclops eyes was immediately replaced by fear and bewilderment.

Before fear could entirely spread, a bloodline appeared on the Cyclops’s shoulder, and the next second, the shoulder dropped, blood spattering.

"Don’t be afraid, brother will protect you."

Yue Mingming chuckled, in his laughter, the other arm of the Cyclops silently disappeared, as if swallowed by some mysterious force.

"Ye ye ye ye...."

The Cyclops let out a cry resembling a mute sobbing, eyes full of fear as if it saw a demon.

The Cyclops had never encountered humans, originally thinking this small-sized creature weak and fragile, who knew it would be this strong and terrifying.

Yue Mingming restrained the Cyclops, flying toward a wall formed by lava.

Upon reaching the blackened ground, Yue Mingming tossed the Cyclops to the ground, spreading his left hand, a One Tier Demon Spirit monkey appeared on his palm, which Yue Mingming directly slapped onto the Cyclops’s chest area, consecutively slapping over a dozen onto different locations before stopping.

"Experimented on seven Cyclops, all failed. This creature likely can’t refine Demon Spirits, after all, they have no Spiritual Power or Soul Power within."

Yue Mingming analyzed as he looked at the terrified Cyclops.

The now worthless Cyclops quickly became a headless corpse.

Yue Mingming slowly stood up, his expression becoming more solemn.

As his gaze swept the surroundings without noticing anything unusual, he leaped into an adjacent volcanic crater.

This was a crater that had already erupted, the interior pitch black.

Yue Mingming stretched out his hand, a slightly distorted, fluorescent space gate rapidly formed before him, expanding into two meters wide before fading away.

Perhaps describing it as invisibility would be more accurate.

After more than ten seconds, Yue Mingming reappeared beside the volcanic crater.

"17."

Yue Mingming took out his notebook, recording this location with the number "17" on a simple map.

17, representing that this Exotic Realm he named "Chaotic Continent" already contained 17 spatial coordinates belonging to him.

If one day, humanity couldn’t resist the invasion of alien races, these 17 spatial coordinates might turn into space gates appearing on Divine Martial Continent.

However, with his current power, he couldn’t open multiple space gates simultaneously, and the diameter range of the space gate was just about two meters, even a Cyclops couldn’t enter standing up.

A space gate of this size would be easily closed once discovered.

Therefore, the space gate needed to be larger, preferably to accommodate several dozen Cyclops simultaneously.

At this moment, Yue Mingming was merely releasing spatial coordinates in the Chaotic Continent, the Divine Martial Continent hadn’t yet fully invaded Earth, it wasn’t the day of humanity’s life-and-death crisis. Without Lin Feng’s command, he didn’t dare to activate these spatial coordinates.

Though doing so would devastate Divine Martial Continent, it would also expose humanity to simultaneous invasions from both Divine Martial Continent and Chaotic Continent.