Chapter 67: "Isn't It Here?"

Chapter 67: "Isn't It Here?"

Chen Qiu glanced at the bear-like demonic beast being surrounded nearby and then looked towards the little girl who was still curled up in the corner, crying. He walked over, pushed her into the kitchen of a nearby courtyard, and only then did he turn and walk out of the courtyard, gazing at the green stone road shrouded in darkness.

"Should the world be like this?" he muttered.

He could accept being killed by bandits on the road, or even being killed by other cultivators for treasure. He could even accept being captured by the Flower Offering Sect and killed as a sacrifice.

Although he would die with regret, at least there would be a reason.

But what reason did the people of Fufeng City have to die? They hadn't done anything, yet because of a mysterious change in the Divine Path version, countless people had to die as collateral damage. Just because a Demon Cultivator had brought Ten Thousand Demons, tens of thousands of people had to perish here.

If he hadn't met Fat Dragon and had his own opportunity, perhaps he would have died quietly in Fufeng City without anyone knowing.

Even if he had known in advance, it would have been impossible to escape beyond a thousand miles from Fufeng City within a few hours.

There were other cities nearby, including Ask Heaven Market and more.

With him in Fufeng City, fewer people would die, but what about the other cities?

Had the city lords of those cities also fled?

Most likely.

After all, in the "Demon Clan Invasion" small version, the number and cultivation of the descending Demon Clan cultivators matched that of the cultivators within a thousand-mile radius of Fufeng City. If there were Golden Core cultivators in the area, there would also be a Demon Clan Golden Core cultivator descending.

Perhaps those Golden Core cultivators also lacked the confidence to kill a Demon Clan Golden Core.

Thus, Chen Qiu and his group, with "Whisper Charms" attached to their bodies, traveled along, followed by a vast army of nearly fifteen thousand vengeful spirit beasts that silently trailed behind them. They killed all the demons that entered the city gates, converting them into vengeful spirits.

Time passed, and no one knew how many hours had elapsed.

At this moment, Chen Qiu stood at the east city gate, his body already weak as he sat on a nearby stone pillar, unable to resist curling up and shivering violently from the piercing cold. Behind him were nearly fifteen thousand vengeful spirit beasts.

He even felt like he was hallucinating.

The shrill, bone-chilling cries of malevolent spirits echoed incessantly in his ears.

His skin had turned an extremely pale white.

Fat Dragon also felt a chill, but it was nothing compared to Chen Qiu's exaggerated reaction. After all, these vengeful spirits were his, and most of the backlash had manifested on his body.

"Qiyou," Fat Dragon said, picking up a bloodstained blanket from the ground and wrapping it around Chen Qiu. He couldn't help but speak anxiously, "Don't wait any longer. If we continue like this, the Demon Clan cultivators won't even have to descend; you'll be dead before they arrive!"

"The vengeful qi of nearly twenty thousand spirits is enough to crush a person to death!"

He naturally understood Qiyou's thoughts.

The number and cultivation of the descending Demon Clan cultivators matched that of the cultivators within the area. With a million civilians in Fufeng City, this meant that an equal number of Demon Clan cultivators would descend within a thousand miles.

In the upcoming battle, these tens of thousands of vengeful spirits would be the best helpers and the strongest fighting force.

However, the price of backlash from the vengeful qi was indeed heavy.

"Don't be hasty," Chen Qiu, sitting on a stone block at the city gate, said with a light laugh as he looked towards the countless black-robed men slowly emerging from the distant black mist, holding sharp blades in their hands. "Isn't it here?"

"It's true. They're so slow that if they had come any later, my batch of vengeful spirits would have returned to the universe."

"But it's not too late."

Foundation Establishment cultivators already found it difficult to improve their cultivation through killing demons. Only Qi Condensation cultivators could quickly enhance their cultivation in this way. Even so, after killing tens of thousands of Qi Condensation, early, mid, and even late-stage demonic beasts, Chen Qiu's cultivation progress had reached almost ninety-nine percent.

He was just a step away from breaking through to the second layer of the Foundation Establishment stage.

It was as if everything would be fine as long as the quantity matched.

As soon as Chen Qiu finished speaking, the tens of thousands of vengeful spirit beasts behind him roared and charged towards the countless black-robed men within the black mist. The initial batch of spirits had already dispersed into the heavens and earth, and if not for the one-hour time limit, he would have been able to control even more spirits at this moment.

For some reason, the demons were all wearing the same black robes, making them easily distinguishable.

Each of them had a bloodthirsty, ferocious, and excited smile on their faces.

They seemed to be mentally unstable.

At a glance, over ninety percent of them were men. Being confined in an extremely enclosed space for a long time, it was understandable that their mental states were not normal.

After the swarm of vengeful spirit beasts behind him rushed out, Chen Qiu instantly felt the coldness on his body lessen significantly. Although he had not fully recovered, he felt much better than before, at least no longer feeling like he was carrying a mountain on his back, unable to straighten his waist.

However, the demon cultivators that appeared at the end of his sight were not as numerous as he had imagined. Forget about a million, even from a distance, he couldn't see a thousand of them.

It was pitifully few.

Along with the countless vengeful spirit beasts, thousands of Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Fufeng City also charged out. Accompanying their roars, these cultivators utilized various methods, including those who threw lightning spells and those who controlled flying swords.

Originally, Fufeng City didn't have this many sword cultivators.

However, with the opening of the Celestial Path Secret Realm, many Foundation Establishment Cultivators had gathered in the city. Not every family or sect had Golden Core Cultivators to teleport them out, which forced many of their disciples to stay in Fufeng City.

Everyone understood that this was a genuine fight for their lives.

Only when one side was completely annihilated would the other stop.

In the extremely dense spirit energy environment, everyone used their abilities without restraint. Even sword cultivators, alchemy cultivators, and artificer cultivators couldn't say they didn't know a single spell. At this moment, they also stayed in the rear, continuously casting spells at the demons entangled by the vengeful spirits without discrimination.

Even if their spirit energy was exhausted, they could sit down cross-legged and recover their energy in no time.

Everyone exerted their full strength, employing various methods.

"Kill!!!"

Among the demon cultivators, a bare-chested man with a ferocious expression angrily swung his long blade, slaying the vengeful spirit beasts that charged towards him. With each slash, blade light burst forth, and dozens of beasts perished in the flashing light.

Although the exact sword technique was unknown, his movements were fluid and natural.

Moreover, his control over spirit energy was so delicate that it didn't seem like that of an ordinary Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator at all.

At this moment, he was holding in a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent. After waiting for so many years, he finally had a chance to return to the Great Xia Nation when the Divine Path Version changed. But who would have thought that the place he descended would be such a godforsaken place!

A bunch of mortals who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Among this batch of Heavenly Dao prisoners, the most numerous were Foundation Establishment Cultivators, with hardly any Qi Condensation Stage cultivators. Or rather, a Qi Condensation Stage cultivator didn't have the qualifications to become a prisoner. Even if you wanted to become a prisoner, you didn't have the qualifications!

As a result, when the "Demon Invasion" version started, hardly any of them with corresponding Qi Condensation Stage cultivation stepped forward, wasting many slots!

If this were a large city with several major sects gathered in a prosperous land.

A place where Foundation Establishment Cultivators were common and Golden Core Powerhouses resided.

With hundreds of thousands of Foundation Establishment Heavenly Dao prisoners and Golden Core Powerhouses descending, who could stop them?!

But they encountered such a godforsaken place, leaving them with power but nowhere to unleash it. However, although the numbers were uneven, the opponents were merely mortals with a few more Qi Condensation Stage cultivators. It wasn't a hindrance; it would just take more effort to kill them.

"Qiyou," Fat Dragon gazed at the Heavenly Dao prisoners fighting in the distance and suddenly muttered, "I just thought of something. Ask Heaven Market is also within a thousand miles. The Market Master has fled, but do you think all the treasures in those shops are still there?"

"If we can survive, can these be considered rewards?"

(End of Chapter)

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