Chapter 538 - 323: Could It Be You...?
The steel nail hit its mark, just as he’d expected, smoothly piercing the Demon Fiend’s body. The Demon Fiend collapsed to the ground.
It was also a Demon Fiend of the Zombie God Realm, and its aura suggested an even higher Cultivation Level than his own. Normally, he would have turned tail and run at the sight of such a Demon Fiend, but this was Earth Demon Cliff.
As the many disciples watched, the Cultivator approached the Demon Fiend step by step, a greedy smile on his face. He soon stood before the fallen creature.
’These Demon Fiends won’t fight back anyway. I’m in no danger at all.’
"Die!"
He bellowed, unleashing his most prized Technique with a flourish, intending to execute the Demon Fiend before him.
But just as his attack was about to strike the Demon Fiend, the creature suddenly shot up from the ground. With blinding speed, it reached out and seized his head.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG—
A shower of sparks burst across the Demon Fiend’s body. Though the attack had riddled its flesh with wounds, they began to heal almost immediately.
Peeking through the gaps between the giant fingers, the Cultivator’s eyes were filled with utter shock.
’How could this Demon Fiend suddenly attack me?’
"If you want to die, don’t fight back! What do you think you’re doing?"
The Cultivator was furious. He grabbed the Demon Fiend’s arm, trying to pry away the hand gripping his skull.
But the moment the words left his mouth, the Demon Fiend squeezed. A great cloud of blood mist erupted from its hand as it crushed the Cultivator’s head to pulp.
The headless body shot backward. The blood mist contracted, and new flesh rapidly grew, regenerating his head. The Cultivator’s eyes, now calm, no longer held their earlier arrogance. Instead, there was a trace of terror.
’This Demon Fiend actually dared to fight back?!’
’This has never happened before.’
’Is this one some kind of troublemaker?’
Just as this thought crossed his mind.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
Countless Demon Fiends descended from the sky, landing all around them. They watched the Cultivators with predatory eyes.
’Something’s wrong! Something’s very wrong!’
Looking at the newly arrived Demon Fiends and their dangerous glares, everyone—from the two Zombie God Cultivators to the disciples they had brought—felt a sense of dread.
If the Demon Fiends they had met before were listless, non-threatening creatures single-mindedly seeking death...
Then the ones before them now were like beasts that had rediscovered their wild nature. Their eyes gleamed with malice, ready to choose their prey and devour it.
Suddenly, a horde of Demon Fiends charged, rushing into the crowd and beginning a wanton slaughter.
The disciples they had brought with them had varying Cultivation Levels. The weakest were the first to fall. Agonized screams rang out, but they were utterly powerless to resist.
Yang An’s appearance had given them hope for release. Who cared about these Cultivators now, who couldn’t even kill them properly? All the pent-up frustration in their hearts was unleashed in this one moment. They would kill anyone they saw; after all, it wasn’t like they could die.
They had never expected the Demon Fiends to turn on them like this. The eyes of the two Zombie God Cultivators nearly split from rage and despair as they watched their disciples being massacred. They themselves were surrounded by several Demon Fiends of the same realm, unable to spare a thought for their followers.
’How did it come to this? Why did these Demon Fiends suddenly change so drastically?’
Soon, of the dozen or so disciples, only a handful remained. Only those with higher Cultivation Levels were left, still fighting for their lives.
Just as the two Zombie God Cultivators watched, helpless to do anything, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. It erupted with a terrifying might that sent all the Demon Fiends reeling.
An old man with a full head of white hair and a slightly stooped back swept his contemptuous gaze over the horde of Demon Fiends. Despite his posture, his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
"Bring your Death Lord to me, and hand that guy over!"