Deep in the Demon Cave, the Silver-winged Demon was grooming its wings that glowed with a cold light, each tallic feather reflecting the eerie light seeping from the top of the cave.
Suddenly, its feathers exploded outwards as if an invisible hand had grabbed its throat, halting its breath for half a second—
The aura of the Magma Demon had completely vanished just a mont ago.
How is this possible!
The Silver-winged Demon rose abruptly, its tallic wings scraping a piercingly sharp sound against the top of the cave, sparks flying onto the dark green rock walls, its vertical pupils swirling with incredulous anger.
Though the Magma Demon’s defense power was not as impenetrable as the shell of the Dragon Turtle Demon, it was still considered above average among Tier Six demons.
It truly couldn’t comprehend who could annihilate a Tier Six demon in an instant.
Even more bizarre was that it hadn’t sensed any demonic qi fluctuations from a Demon King nearby, nor any Tier Seven human warriors’ spiritual energy eruptions—it was as if an invisible blade silently severed the life force of the Magma Demon.
The Dragon Turtle Demon’s mysterious death had already been baffling, and now the sudden fall of the Magma Demon.
A chill ran down the Silver-winged Demon’s spine, panic creeping into its heart like climbing vines: if it continued to stay here, wouldn’t it be the next to disappear?
Yet, it dared not escape.
This place was personally designated by the Tier Seven Demon King as a guardian area, with demonic qi dense enough to almost materialize, aiding demons in swiftly increasing their power. If the Demon Cave were destroyed, it would surely incur the Demon King’s thunderous rage.
The Silver-winged Demon rushed out of the lair, hovering above the Demon Cave. Its gaze locked onto the direction of the valley, which was where the Magma Demon’s aura had vanished.
To stay or not to stay?
As it hesitated, a violent tremor suddenly ca from the valley at the bottom of the Demon Cave.
"Buzz—"
Five silver Gates of Space tore through the rock layers without warning, suspending in mid-air.
Imdiately, dozens of massive iron spheres, each over ten ters in diater, shot out from the gates, their surfaces glowed dark red from high temperatures, like falling teors, crashing towards the crowd of demons at the valley’s bottom.
"Splurt!"
The iron spheres instantly crushed a dozen claw demons in the front row into pulp, with their dark green blood and fragnted bones splattering across the rock walls. Two Magma Hounds caught beneath the spheres didn’t even have ti to scream before they turned into burning at paste.
At the sight of the iron spheres, the vertical pupils of the Silver-winged Demon constricted sharply—the spiritual energy waves entwining them, though faint, carried an aura capable of annihilating the world!
"Screech!!"
A sharp shriek pierced through every corner of the Demon Cave, the sound waves shattering the passing ghost spirits to so extent; this was the fastest alarm the Silver-winged Demon could give, but it was still a step late.
As the iron spheres hit the ground, their shells turned red hot, like branding irons heated to the extre. In the next second, they exploded with a loud bang!
"Boom—!!!"
The deafening explosion consolidated into a single sound, terrifying shock waves spreading from the valley’s center in all directions, carving away a layer of the rocky walls nearly a hundred ters high, with debris mixed with flas shooting skyward like fountains.
Scarlet fires devoured the entire valley instantly, the waves of flas rolling and roaring, licking every inch of the ground.
The demons closest to the explosion point didn’t even manage a scream before being vaporized by the high temperatures; those a bit farther were thrown by the shock waves, crashing into the rock walls and turning into sars of blurred flesh, or burning into charcoal mid-air; even demons hiding deep within the cavities were shattered internally, vomiting dark green blood, writhing and wailing on the ground.
The Silver-winged Demon was thrown dozens of ters by the shock waves, its right-wing’s tallic feathers singed black by the flas, several sharp feather tips slightly cracked.
Stabilizing its form, it gazed at the purgatory-like sea of flas below, its vertical pupils filled with deep astonishnt, which quickly turned into boundless fury.
"Ahhhhhh."
The Silver-winged Demon let out a piercing shriek, its voice twisted by anger.
In the sea of flas, the few fortunate demons that managed to survive crawled from the debris, yet they had lost their fighting ability, only able to howl hopelessly amidst the fire.
Of the remaining two thousand or so demons inside the Demon Cave, only less than thirty percent survived after this wave of bombardnt. Apart from Magma Demons with extrely high fla resistance, only so ghost spirits and demons hiding deep within the caves managed to survive.
With embers still licking the rock walls, deep within the Demon Cave, cries of anguish filled the air.
The surviving demons had long lost their previous ferocity, dragging maid bodies from the collapsing caves, scrambling and crawling their way out; so had half-burnt bodies, others severed wings twitching on the ground, even the slowest Decay Demons instinctively fleeing this purgatory.
However, just as they rushed to the valley’s mouth, their escape was forcefully intercepted by a cold defense line.
Several hundred figures stood poised at the valley’s mouth, their Profound Iron Armor glinting with deadly light amidst the flas.
Terreda gripped the Zhanshou saber tightly, its blade as tall as a person, his bronze-colored arms bulging with knotted veins, surrounded by a faint golden Blood Qi; the Poisonous Widow twisted silver spider silk around her fingertips, the silk glimring with the unique glow of a Spiritual Artifact.
Lu Sheng carried an ordinary broad great saber, its blade free of extravagant patterns, marked only by the nicks of years of battle, now held single-handedly, its edge slanting towards the ground; Shen Juan wielded a longsword, standing at the flank, his gaze cold as ice.
The faint glow of the Void Gate behind them silently faded—the remaining hundred or so warriors of the Third Battalion, through spatial transport, blocked the demons’ retreat at the valley’s entrance.
"Kill!"
Terreda roared as he charged out first, golden Blood Qi surging explosively, his Zhanshou saber sweeping sideways, tearing through the air with its gust.
A Decay Demon attempting to charge was cleaved apart along with its heavy fat, its dark green blood mixed with shredded bones spraying onto the rock walls, the residual force of the saber strike cracking the ground with several fine lines.
Each step he took made the rock tremble slightly, his purely physical power exuding dominance over any spiritual energy infusion.
The Poisonous Widow’s spider silk darted out like a spirit snake, within monts entrapping the necks of over a dozen claw demons.
The silk’s barbs pierced the flesh, simultaneously releasing a faint paralyzing poison; as the demons attempted to struggle, they convulsed to the ground, letting out hoarse sounds from their throats.
With a flick of her wrist, the silk tightened, and over a dozen heads fell simultaneously, actions elegant yet deadly.
Lu Sheng’s broad great saber cleaved down fiercely, chopping a Magma Hound along with the stone beneath it into halves, scalding magma splattering onto the blade, which he wiped clean with a sudden motion, flinging it to the ground.
Shen Juan’s longsword transford into a silver streak, each flicker accompanied by a demon’s head hitting the ground, clean and efficient without a hint of hesitation.
The demons who had just survived the explosion had no ti to react and were utterly routed by this sudden and brutal assault.
The mouth of the valley instantly beca a new slaughterhouse, filled with wailing and the crisp sound of weapons piercing flesh, intertwined with the sea of fire behind, resembling a true picture of hell.
"Screech——!!"
A deafening shriek tore through the sky, and the figure of the Silver-winged Demon burst through the smoke, its tallic wings still carrying lingering sparks. It looked at its subordinates being slaughtered at the valley’s entrance, then at the human line blocking its retreat, its vertical pupils bursting with flas of rage enough to incinerate everything.
Hoo~
The Silver-winged Demon fiercely flapped its wings, and countless sharp tallic feathers suddenly detached, condensing into a dense mass of Wind Blades in the air, each flashing with a chilling light capable of slicing through steel.
These Wind Blades, with sharp whistles, aid at the human warriors at the valley entrance, ready to rain down in a devastating volley.
Terreda and the others’ expressions changed slightly, just about to defend, when suddenly a mutation occurred in an instant.
The Silver-winged Demon’s movents suddenly froze, a deadly sense of crisis originating from its soul exploded like thunder, and it reacted with instinct before conscious thought—its talent "Silver Wing Instant Flash" was triggered in an instant, its entire body pulled upward by an invisible hand, forcibly rising two ters in a millisecond.
"Bang!"
A dull gunshot seed to echo from the void.
A bullet gleaming with a ghostly light pierced through its abdon, instantly tearing its sturdy tallic wings, trailing a string of dark green blood beads, exploding into a blood mist at its lower abdon, though it ultimately missed its head—a blow that should have been lethal.
The Silver-winged Demon staggered to stabilize itself in mid-air, looking down at the grueso wound on its abdon, its vertical pupils drained of rage for the first ti, replaced by a disbelief of shock.
Now it finally understood how the Dragon-turtle Demon and Magma Demon had died!
Several kiloters away on the mountain peak, Qin Tian frowned slightly, his fingertips still trembling from the trigger pull.
Through the scope, the Silver-winged Demon’s embarrassedly elevated figure was clearly visible.
This demon’s perceptive and reactive abilities far exceeded those of the previous Dragon-turtle and Magma Demons, dodging the bullet ant to pierce its head with a dangerous escape, only penetrating its lower abdon to burst open a bloody hole.
Such an injury to a Tier Six Demon was nothing significant.
The next mont, a bone-chilling aura crossed a span of several kiloters, precisely locking onto his position.
Qin Tian sharply raised his head, his gaze penetrating the layers of rock and smoke, colliding directly with the furious vertical pupils of the Silver-winged Demon.
It’s him!
The Silver-winged Demon’s pupils contracted into pinpoints, its gaze instantly falling on the long firearm in Qin Tian’s hands.
Rage boiled within its chest like magma, its tallic wings vibrating violently with anger, realizing that it was this peculiar weapon the human used to kill the Dragon-turtle and Magma Demons; without this, that human was nothing.
Swish——
Qin Tian flipped his wrist, retracting the Shadowstrike Sniper Rifle into the Spirit Space, already holding the Black Frost Blade crackling with lightning in his hand.
He knew very well, facing an agile opponent like the Silver-winged Demon, Shadowstrike only had one chance for a surprise attack; the mont the gunshot echoed, the surprise was over.
"Then let’s do this."
Qin Tian gripped his battle sword tightly, his eyes flaring with battle spirit. With so many Gold and Silver Level Talents at his command, fighting beyond his level was no problem.
Although Tier Six was a qualitative leap over Tier Five.
But today, he was going to use his blade to sever a Tier Six demon’s head.
Swish!
The air was suddenly torn apart.
The Silver-winged Demon’s figure soared through the skies, sharp bone claws whistling through the air, aiming straight for Qin Tian’s face, as fast as lightning.
Qin Tian couldn’t clearly see its movents, relying entirely on combat intuition to et with his blade—
Clang!!
The mont the Thunder Saber collided with the claws, a piercing screech erupted.
The lightning entwined on the Black Frost Blade exploded abruptly, scattering feathers from the Silver-winged Demon’s right wing; Qin Tian was also thrown back dozens of ters by a trendous force, feet carving deep furrows in the rock, his grip numbed.
Both raised their heads simultaneously, a trace of gravity flickering in their eyes.
Amidst this fraught stalemate, suddenly, a drastic change occurred.
Boom——!!!
A colossal blast, as if to overturn heaven and earth, erupted from afar, its sound wave like a tangible tidal wave.
Qin Tian jerked his head around, seeing the northwestern sky suddenly dyed red, not the red of ordinary flas, but dark purple flas mixed with dark green demonic qi, as if countless fire dragons were rolling within the clouds.
That’s where Demon Cave Number One is located!
Qin Tian’s pupils contracted sharply.
Beneath that horizon engulfed by flas, the clash of Demonic Qi and Spiritual Energy ford visible shockwaves, shattering clouds dozens of kiloters away, the entire world trembling faintly under that blaze, as if doomsday had arrived.
Such a terrifying energy burst was absolutely not sothing any ordinary battle could trigger.
The Silver-winged Demon also ceased its assault, its tallic wings stiffly flapping, for the first ti showing fear beyond its anger as it gazed towards that sea of fire.
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