The man’s voice was just as disconcerting as the rest of his appearance. If it had to be described, it was a mixture of nails scraping against a chalkboard and blatant pervertedness mixed into a single sound.

It was disgusting to hear.

“Who are you.” Shen Li asked with a grim face. Regardless of whether these people slaughtered the Beguiled Devil Sect or not, they didn’t seem to be friendly.

“Us? We are nothing special. Simply lowly beings who desire to spread word of our gods, nothing more.” The large man responded. “As for me, you can call me Du Feng.”

With the man’s introduction, it became impossible to classify him as someone who invaded from another world. Besides the grotesque look he had, he resembled a person from the Northern Continent to the tee.

Shen Li’s eyes narrowed as he thought of something. “You must be one of those damn Devil Worshippers I’ve been hearing so much about. From what I know, your sect is also a wicked power. For what reason do you move against others on your side?”

“On our side?” Du Feng laughed in ridicule, “our side is only those who are the same as us. The rest of you shall either submit to our gods or die a fool’s death.”

The crowd of 500 Devil Worshippers behind him released their auras, indicating that every single one of them was at Core Formation realm or above. As for Du Feng himself, he was at the peak of 3rd class.

“There is no more need for words. If you wish to talk more, you shall become one of us.” Raising himself into the air, Du Feng shot at Shen Li like a speeding bullet.

Along with this, the rest of the cultivators also erupted with battle intent. Even in this unexpected situation, they knew they no longer had the option to flee.

The crimson fog stood behind them like a beast with its maw gaping and the battle in front of them seemed inevitable. If they let fear overcome them, they were bound to die.

Damien looked at Long Chen and gave a slight nod before hopping off Zara’s back and charging at the approaching Devil Worshippers.

Boom-!

He immediately drew his sword, slamming it into the ground as he dropped. A huge shockwave erupted with him at its epicenter, catching many of the Devil Worshippers off guard.

The other cultivators present weren’t dumb at all, taking advantage of the slight distraction to make their moves. With that, a fierce battle began.

With every being here at 3rd class, Damien couldn’t slice through them effortlessly, but he could definitely take a couple of them at a time.

His sword became covered in crackling destructive lighting before vibrating fast enough to produce smoke. The lightning heated up and combined with the vibrating molecules to create a beam of plasma that coated Damien’s sword.

Vanishing from his position, he appeared behind one of the Devil Worshippers closest to him and sliced his sword down.

“AGH!” The man let out a groan of pain noticing a deep gash on his arm but recovered quickly. “Haaa!” With a loud battle cry, be charged at Damien.

His nails elongated into small blades and slashed towards Damien’s side, but were quickly parried by his sword. Even for a normal cultivator, the plasma sword would be hard to take barehanded. Not to mention someone with Nox traits.

Noticing his finger blades melting, the man took his arm away quickly before circling around Damien, looking for an opening to strike.

Noticing that the man was having trouble, 3 other Devil Worshippers came and surrounded Damien.

However, this only caused him to grin. “Gravity Lock.”

The space around the 5 people solidified and formed a thick cage that none could bypass. When they tried, they felt their bodies being weighed down and borderline crushed by the pressure.

By the time they realized they couldn’t escape, the Grim Reaper’s chilling voice entered their ears. “Now that we’re all here, how about we fight for real?”

***

Boom! Boom!

A few meters away, another fierce battle had erupted. 5 Devil Worshippers surrounded a single black-haired man but even with their combined might they couldn’t do much harm to him.

The black slimy substance leaking from their pores was weaponized, becoming sharp projectiles that bombarded their opponent.

The shards were covered in that black mana that clouded the environment, and any time they made contact, they tried to corrode their target from the inside.

Many of the cultivators that were fighting the devil worshippers had already severed their own limbs to stop the spread of corruption.

‘Nine Dragons soar through the heavens’

Pristine white mana coalesced below the feet of those devil worshippers and swept them away, consuming them whole. However, Long Chen found himself facing another barrage of attacks.historical

‘Heavenly Cloud Steps’

He maneuvered through the crowds and used his refined sword skills to damage his enemies on his way. Whenever he saw an opportunity, he immediately went for the kill.

As he moved through the massive battle, he noticed a particular area that was mostly devoid of devil worshippers. The ones around that space seemed to fear it, trying their best not to be trapped within.

“Hahaha! Come on, you idiots! Is that all you got?” Roaring laughter thundered through the surroundings. Accompanying it, 5 mangled and lifeless bodies of devil worshippers exited that space from before.

Long Chen was well aware of who this voice belonged to, and it caused him to smile. He rushed in that direction, ignoring the apprehension of everyone else.

“Damien, I have yet to see what it’s like when we fight together. How about we find out now?”

“Hmm?” The shimmering space slowly dissolved to show Damien’s amused face and a ground littered with corpses.

“Fighting together, huh. Alright! Sounds fun.”

Damien stood side by side with Long Chen and gazed upon the ongoing battle. Blood was wantonly spraying in the air as well as a black substance that imitated it.

Cultivators and devil worshippers were falling lifelessly in every direction, and unbeknownst to anyone, something strange was happening with their blood.

Those corpses that littered the ground slowly became husks as their blood was drained. For someone like Damien who could see the movement of mana as colors, he knew exactly where it was going.

In the air, two massive men stood facing each other. Even with the massive battle going on underneath them, they had hardly moved.

Yet, their clash had already begun. Their auras spread through the air wildly, meeting in the middle and causing visible sparks to form.

On one side, Shen Li was slowly releasing his own aura, seemingly much more powerful than anyone could have guessed. It was to the point where Du Feng’s earlier show of power seemed like a joke.

But there were thin lines of blood that snaked through the air and entered his body in a concealed manner. Every time this blood came into contact with him, his aura and power were given a slight boost.

Looking at these two men, Damien realized something. ‘He was a member of the Beguiled Devil Sect.’

In fact, most of these devil worshippers were most likely the same. The extinction of the sect wasn’t done by some outside force, but from within their ranks.

Still, Damien didn’t feel the need to think about it right now. Grinning at Long Chen, he made a proposal.

“Whoever gets the least kills had to call the winner ‘Boss’ for an entire month. Deal?”

Long Chen’s eyes flashed as his fighting spirit blazed. A wide grin slowly formed on his face. “Deal.”

And with that, an unstoppable force was created on the battlefield.