Divine-level Base

Chapter 327 - 326: Slaughter

"What a shame! The Void Demon Grand Dukes didn’t come!"

Four Extremes Spirit Saint Wu Zhongchao watched the endless stream of Void Demon Dukes and Void Demon Marquises flying through the void, a flash of regret in his eyes.

"The three Void Demon Grand Dukes are the Commanders-in-Chief of this Void Demon Battlefield. They know the power of the Seven Great Holy Spears, so why would they risk coming here? Let’s spring the trap. If we wait any longer, we’ll miss our chance!"

Luo Tiangang, a burly, short-haired middle-aged man who exuded a domineering aura, watched the approaching Void Demon Dukes in the distance, a crazed killing intent glinting in his eyes.

Opportunities to see so many Dukes of Void at once were rare. Normally, it was incredibly difficult to even encounter a single Void Demon Duke. Luo Tiangang himself wouldn’t dare to venture deep into Void Demon territory to hunt them.

Now, with so many Void Demon Dukes waiting to be hunted, he was naturally filled with excitement, the blood boiling in his veins.

"Then let’s begin! So many Void Demon Dukes... they’ll make the finest Refining Materials!"

Primordial Daoist Sect Leader Ji Yuanshi stared at the incoming Void Demon Dukes, an equally chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Back in the military camp, ripples suddenly appeared where the Level 1 Spiritual Ability Tower had once stood. The tower, which should have been destroyed, was completely intact.

Countless mysterious runes materialized on the Level 1 Spiritual Ability Tower, blooming with a dazzling radiance. A terrifying tide of Spiritual Power surged outward in all directions.

Swept up by this tide of Spiritual Power, the Power of Void Demon within all the Void Demons was suppressed, and their strength was instantly weakened by a large margin.

"We’ve been tricked! The Level 1 Spiritual Ability Tower wasn’t destroyed!"

"Damn it! We walked into a trap!"

"..."

The Void Demon Dukes shrieked as a look of Fear flashed in their eyes, and they immediately retreated.

"Die!"

A cold glint flashed in Luo Tiangang’s eyes. He took out a yellow Spiritual Spear engraved with countless mystical butterfly patterns—the [Netherworld Illusion Butterfly]—and fired a shot into the void.

A yellow spring appeared in the void, from which countless Netherworld Illusion Butterflies emerged, flapping their wings. The aura of the netherworld spring, capable of felling even a Divine Spirit, surged forth, emitting an eerie and unfathomable fluctuation.

The countless Netherworld Illusion Butterflies flapped their wings, forming a pillar of light that, in an instant, slammed into a Duke from the Blood Demon Race.

"No!"

The Blood Demon Race Duke let out a wretched cry. His body was completely unharmed, yet he plummeted from the sky, instantly becoming a lifeless corpse.

Among the Seven Great Holy Spears, the [Netherworld Illusion Butterfly] was not a gun for physical destruction, but an illusory Demon Spear containing the mysterious aura of the netherworld spring. Once struck by this Demon Spear, even a Divine Spirit Level expert would be injured, possibly even lapsing into a trance.

"Since you’ve come, you can all stay! Only by killing all of you do we have any hope of victory! Azure Great Sealing Technique!"

Wu Zhongchao laughed loudly and pointed his Magic Staff.

At the four corners of the Qianyuan Republic’s military camp, the earth trembled. Four Giant statues, each twenty meters tall and covered in countless mystical runes, rose from the ground.

Streams of mysterious blue light shot out from the four Giant statues, forming a blue void Barrier in the sky.

The sixteen remaining Void Demon Dukes slammed into the blue void Barrier and were thrown back one by one.

Beams of Spiritual Light shot from Famous Guns, slamming into the Void Demon Marquises. These Marquises, whose combat power was comparable to a Half-Saint’s outside the battlefield, were blasted apart one by one, their bodies falling from the sky.

"Void Splitting!"

Wu Zhongchao chanted an incantation and pointed his Magic Staff.

Flashes of blue light shone, and the sixteen Void Demon Dukes were instantly separated into individual pockets of Space.

"Your opponent is me!"

Ji Yuanshi, clad in a Thunder Daoist Robe and wreathed in layers of Thunder Light, looked like an invincible Thunder Demon God. He gave a chilling smile and lunged at a Devouring Ghost Demon Duke.

Countless strands of Void Demonic Qi and violent bursts of Thunder Light clashed wildly within that space.

With a faint flash of light, a Wolfman Demon Duke was teleported into another space. Inside this space was a middle-aged man with one eye, dressed in ragged clothes like a beggar, but radiating a terrifying killing intent.

"A Wolfman Demon Duke! Just as I thought, by coming here, I can hunt Void Demons. Especially Werewolf Demons—they all deserve to die!"

The moment the middle-aged man saw the Werewolf Demon, a terrifying power erupted from his body—Profound Qi, unique to the Black Tortoise Realm. A crazed, vicious light flashed in his eyes as he drew a Battle Saber and slashed down. In an instant, a terrifying black blade of light struck the Wolfman Demon Duke.

The Wolfman Demon Duke’s reaction was incredibly fast. He twisted his body in a split second. Blood splattered as one of his arms was severed, and a look of shocked fury flashed in his eyes. "Demon Slaying Sword Saint Zheng Zhi!"

The Demon Slaying Sword Saint, Zheng Zhi, was a peerless expert ranked fourth among the top ten masters of the Black Tortoise Realm. He had originally been an ordinary scholar in the Black Tortoise Realm, preparing for the imperial examinations. But overnight, his entire family was slaughtered by a Werewolf Demon.

The destruction of his family drove Zheng Zhi mad. He tried everything to get revenge but was powerless. Eventually, a fortuitous encounter led him to obtain a Martial Dao inheritance. From there, his rise was unstoppable. He ultimately cultivated to the level of a Martial Saint and became the fourth-ranked peerless expert in the Black Tortoise Realm.

After advancing to Martial Saint, Zheng Zhi began hunting Void Demons everywhere. Whenever he found them, he would invariably strike to kill them all, earning him the title Demon Slaying Sword Saint.

"Die!"

A vicious glint shone in Zheng Zhi’s eyes. He slashed his saber, and a black blade of light descended maniacally upon the Wolfman Demon Duke.

With a flash of blood, another wound appeared on the Wolfman Demon Duke.

Layer upon layer of blade light erupted, completely engulfing the Wolfman Demon Duke. A series of wretched screams echoed from within the light.

In another pocket of space, a Devouring Ghost Demon Duke had just appeared when it froze, stunned. ’Three people!’

Standing in that space were a middle-aged Swordsman holding a Long Sword, a beautiful female Zither Master holding a guqin, and a Divine Archer holding a bow and arrow.

The middle-aged Swordsman stepped forward. Terrifying streams of Sword Qi traced exquisite trajectories as they stabbed toward the Devouring Ghost Demon Duke.

The Devouring Ghost Demon Duke activated its Power of Void Demon, conjuring layers of claw-like projections to counter the Sword Qi.

The beautiful Zither Master’s jade-like fingers plucked the strings of her guqin. Eerie sound waves condensed into beams, forming Sound Wave Arrows that blasted toward the Devouring Ghost Demon Duke.

The Devouring Ghost Demon Duke barely managed to block the terrifying Sword Qi, but it was struck by the Sound Wave Arrows. Its Void Demon Membrane instantly collapsed, and it began bleeding from all seven orifices, its senses thrown into disarray.