E-class is the Weakest? My Clones are All God-level! Chapter 563: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

The darkness ca too quickly and too fiercely.

In just a few seconds, the few rays of sunlight that could still penetrate the sky above the ruins of the West Gate were completely swallowed up.

The entire world instantly plunged from daylight into eternal night.

The temperature began to drop sharply, and the hot wind that was originally filled with the sll of gunpowder was now mixed with a bone-chilling cold, a cold wind that seed to blow from the deepest hell. It stung people's faces and carried a nauseating stench of decay ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) and blood.

"What's going on? Why is it so dark?"

"I can't see anything! I can't see anything at all!"

Terrified screams erupted from the fleeing crowd.

This darkness is not rely a visual deprivation, but also a form of ntal oppression, involuntarily giving rise to boundless fear and despair in people's hearts.

...

Takamagahara, the heart of Tokyo.

At the top of that magnificent palace, symbolizing the highest power in the Sakura Kingdom.

A hunched figure stood atop the eaves, looking down at the city below, which had fallen into chaos and darkness.

Nine main shadows.

This ancestor of the Kujo family from a hundred years ago wore a cruel yet excited smile.

He raised his head and looked at the rolling black clouds in the sky, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.

"What a wonderful fear..."

He took a deep breath, as if savoring so exquisite delicacy, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"The resentnt of these 200,000 people, coupled with the fear that pervades the city, is the perfect nourishnt for reshaping the ghost's body."

As he spoke, he opened his arms, and his originally withered and thin body began to tremble violently, making a cracking sound as his bones popped.

"roar--!!!"

A superhuman roar erupted from deep within his throat.

His skin, which was originally like withered tree bark, turned bluish-black and was covered with strange red demonic patterns.

His muscles bulged wildly, like they were being inflated, and burst through the large black kimono.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Two curved black horns pierced his forehead skin, growing out with blood and pointing straight to the sky.

His face contorted into a grotesque grimace, his fangs bared, and his eyes glowed with a chilling red light, like two will-o'-the-wisps burning in the darkness.

"puff--!!!"

Accompanied by a muffled thud as flesh was torn apart.

A pair of fleshy wings covered with dark red veins stretched out from his shoulder blades on his back, with a wingspan of ten ters!

Each wave of the fan would unleash a storm of blood and gore.

In just a short while.

The frail old man disappeared.

Before them stood a figure over three ters tall, radiating overwhelming demonic energy and oppressive power—the Ghost King!

Kujo Masakage looked down at his scaly, sharp claws and clenched his fist in satisfaction.

The air was crushed in his palm, producing a piercing sonic boom.

"That's right..."

"This is what it feels like to have power..."

He turned around and looked behind him.

On that magnificent palace square, a small team of a thousand people stood in neat rows.

That was the Kujo family's most elite force—the Red Oni Clan.

Each of them was a carefully selected high-level professional. These thousand Crimson Demons were inspired by sothing and roared to the sky in unison.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

The roars of beasts rose and fell, echoing through the sky.

Then, sothing truly chilling happened.

The bodies of these thousand Red Demons also began to undergo strange changes.

So grew fangs, so were covered in red fur, so had horns on their foreheads, and so had wings on their backs...

Their eyes also glowed with a bloodthirsty red light, and their aura beca violent and insane.

Not as terrifying as Kujo Masakage, but the malevolent aura ford by these thousand "evil spirits" gathered together was enough to change the color of the heavens and earth and make all living beings tremble with fear.

They are demons who have just crawled out of the deepest part of hell, greedily watching the human world.

Nine shadowy figures flapped their enormous fleshy wings and slowly rose into the air, hovering above the army of demons.

He looked down at them, his voice booming, filled with boundless arrogance:

"My n!"

"It's ti for the feast!"

"Follow and we'll fight our way out!"

"Tear apart all those ants who dare to defy divine might! Use their flesh and blood as sacrifices for our return to the world!"

"kill!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A thousand red demons roared in unison, their voices shattering the glass of the surrounding palaces.

The next second.

With a flap of its fleshy wings, the nine shadowy figures transford into a streak of black light, soaring into the sky and heading straight for the west gate.

Behind him,

The thousand transford Red Oni spread their fleshy wings or used their levitation skills, like a swarm of locusts released from their cages, swarming out and following them everywhere.

A dark mass obscured the sky, carrying a sense of oppression as it pressed down on the only path to survival.

...

Ruins of the West Gate.

The crowd that was scrambling to squeeze through the gap was now frozen in place, as if by a spell.

Everyone looked up in unison, their eyes filled with fear as they gazed towards Takamagahara.

Suddenly, countless pairs of scarlet lights appeared in the inky sky.

Then, in the dim light, they could see the group of "things" that were rapidly approaching.

That's not human.

Those were winged, horned, and hideous demons!

Hundreds and thousands!

Densely packed!

They emitted piercing screams; they were black tides, descending from the sky, threatening to drown all life in the world.

"What...what is that?"

"A ghost...it's an evil ghost!"

"A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons! This is the legendary Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Help! Don't eat !"

"Run! Run!"

Screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire West Gate area.

The already chaotic crowd completely erupted into chaos.

"Don't push! Everyone, don't push!"

"Keep order! Walk slowly!"

Several agents from the Great Xia Kingdom shouted themselves hoarse in an attempt to maintain order at the scene.

"Don't panic! We have reinforcents! Those monsters can't get through!"

"Spread out to both sides! Make way in the middle!"

However, no one listened to him.

Nobody cared about order.

Everyone just wanted to get as far away from those flying evil spirits as possible.

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"

A burly man with red eyes shoved the old man blocking his way and pushed forward frantically.

"Mommy! Mommy, where are you?!"

A little girl was separated from the crowd and fell to the ground, crying helplessly. The next second, she was trampled by countless feet, and her voice ca to an abrupt end.

"Ah—! My leg!"

"Don't step on ! Please, please don't step on !"

In the darkness, countless people lost their way and wandered around like headless flies.

Soone fell down, and the people behind didn't have ti to stop, so they stepped on their bodies and rushed over.

One layer on top of another.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and cries mingled together, creating a scene of hell on earth.

The agents of the Great Xia Kingdom tried their best to help those who had fallen up, but they themselves were soon swept away by the frenzied crowd. Several agents even had their ribs broken while trying to protect the children beneath them.