Shenxia City was a unique presence in the lower layer.
Among the three great races, only humans had managed to establish a city in the lower layer.
It was said that a Transcendent God-level figure once altered the rules of this region to make such a feat possible.
This suggested that humanity had previously produced a Transcendent God, an idea that clashed with recorded history.
According to what Lin Moyu knew, the human race had been the weakest of the three 1,000 years ago, teetering on the brink of extinction.
The existence of Shenxia City directly contradicted that narrative.
From this, Lin Moyu deduced that sothing was missing—an entire chapter of history, likely tied to an ancient human civilization.
There was a break in the tiline. A secret buried in the past.
The world darkened as Abyssal Fire raged, engulfing the region around Shenxia City.
Within a 10-kiloter radius, everything turned a ghostly green, radiating eerie malevolence.
Lin Moyu looked up.
Behind him, the Lightning Deathwings unfurled, crackling arcs of lightning running across bone-ford wings, slowly raising him into the air.
Even before he appeared, the city’s alarms had been triggered, and the military took to the air.
A massive formation blanketed Shenxia City.
Lin Moyu observed the energy shield ford by the formation. Though unfamiliar with its structure, he sensed it differed from those used on the Dinsional Battlefield.
This one felt older, cruder, and far stronger.
He believed it could withstand even attacks from God-level powerhouses.
Outside the city, more than 1,000 Demons sward like a living storm.
Behind them, five Demon Kings lood, concealed within the Abyssal Fire.
There might be more, hidden deeper still, but five had revealed themselves.
“What a lineup.” Lin Moyu muttered.
The scale of the mobilization confird his suspicion—he had sohow provoked the Abyss.
This wasn’t rely about the Primordial Rune.
The Abyss wouldn’t have sent five Demon Kings just for that.
What began as a fight over an opportunity had escalated into a full-blown war.
Feng Yiming’s voice echoed across the city: “There’s a Demon invasion! Shenxia City Legion, prepare for battle!”
“All class users, form parties and join the legion!”
A tall tower rose slowly above the city.
Feng Yiming arrived beside it, eyes locked on the Demons, his expression unwavering.
Even surrounded by an army led by Demon Kings, he showed no fear—only steady confidence.
Seeing this, Lin Moyu decided to wait. He wanted to understand what made Feng Yiming so confident.
Then a booming voice shattered the sky, “Hand over Lin Moyu, or we will slaughter you all!”
A Demon King had spoken. The entire city now understood, this invasion was about one person.
To capture Lin Moyu, they’d dispatched five Demon Kings and a vast army.
It was nothing short of a declaration of war on humanity.
But the Shenxia City Legion was ready, assembled in full force.
Led by several officers, class users organized into parties and joined the legion, forming a formidable military formation.
Feng Yiming sneered coldly, “How long can you Demon Kings even stay in the lower layer? How many tis can you attack? With your ragtag mob, you think you can slaughter Shenxia City?”
“Forget you; even your Demon Emperor wouldn’t dare spout such nonsense.”
“Worthless trash like you, running wild here? You’ve grown bold!”
“Be careful you don’t leave your lives behind.”
“If you know what’s good for you, run back ho and beg your Demon Emperor for so milk!”
Feng Yiming’s words were brazen, showing no regard for the Demon Kings.
After all, who would show respect to their enemy?
Lin Moyu blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected the polite Feng Yiming to have this side to him.
“Insolent! You’re courting death!”
The Demon Kings roared, and the Abyssal Fire churned wildly.
Just then, the tower beside Feng Yiming lit up. Lightning surged along its fra and thunder rumbled.
Not just the tower, but the entire city began to glow.
Feng Yiming sneered, “Then let’s see who’s courting death.”
He slamd his fist into the tower. In an instant, the city’s formation flared to life, channeling power into the tower.
A bolt of lightning burst from the tower, tearing into the sky.
Then ca a deafening roar, and the heavens blazed with light.
Countless bolts of lightning rained down like furious waves, instantly transforming the land around the city into a churning sea of lightning.
The Demon army was swallowed whole by the sea of lightning.
Thunder roared without pause, mingling with the agonized screams of Demons.
Lin Moyu watched as countless nurous fell from the sky, struck down by the lightning.
Even the area where the Demon Kings lurked was engulfed.
Abyssal aura flared around them, clashing against the lightning, and black smoke billowed,
The Demon Kings moved to help the Demon army resist the relentless lightning.
Simultaneously, the Demons launched a wild assault on the city, bombarding its energy shield with wave after wave of attacks.
Lightning arced across the shield, and the entire city quaked under the onslaught.
The Demon Kings held back from attacking, choosing only to defend. They knew that every attack would drastically shorten their limited ti in the lower layer.
They were conserving their ti for Lin Moyu.
For the ti being, they held the lightning at bay, biding their ti until the city’s defenses collapsed.
“Formidable attack power… beyond level 80.” Lin Moyu quickly assessed the formation’s power.
He flew to Feng Yiming’s side, “This formation is quite impressive.”
Feng Yiming nodded, a hint of pride in his voice, “It’s a legacy formation left behind in the city. Unfortunately, I can’t bring out its full potential.”
Feng Yiming was a level 86 legendary-rank class user, a Divine Swordsman of the Feng Family, a force to be reckoned with.
For a powerhouse such as him to play down his power, it was pure modesty.
Lin Moyu simply took it as a joke.
“Then how can the formation’s potential be fully unleashed?”
Feng Yiming pointed to the tower, “That’s the Thunderclap Tower. Inside is the Thunder Core. To activate its full power, soone has to enter the tower and control the Thunder Core.”
“But once it’s activated, the tower becos filled with lightning inside and out. Even I wouldn’t last long.”
Lin Moyu asked, “If fully activated, how powerful is it?”
“It can slay Demon Kings. In the past, a lightning-type Mage controlled it. He couldn’t draw out its full strength, but still managed to defeat a Demon King.”
Lin Moyu paused in thought, then said, “I’ll give it a try.”
Feng Yiming was stunned, “Godly General Lin, are you sure?”
Lin Moyu smiled faintly and placed his hand on the Thunderclap Tower. Lightning surged across his palm, yet he felt nothing.
The tower crackled with lightning, and even Feng Yiming dared not touch it for long.
This simple gesture was all the answer needed.
Feng Yiming’s eyes lit up. “Very well. I’ll leave it to you, General Lin.”
He ford a series of seals, and an entrance appeared on the tower. A gentle suction force reached out to Lin Moyu.
Without resistance, he let it pull him inside.
Monts later, he stood in the heart of the Thunderclap Tower.
A massive crystal, half the height of a person, floated in midair. This was the Thunder Core.
The small space was saturated with lightning.
Unless one was a God-level expert, surviving in such an environnt for long was nearly impossible.
Even with 80% lightning elental immunity, the damage would be brutal.
Trying to control the Thunder Core amidst the unrelenting lightning made it impossible to tap into its full potential.
Yet, it was still far better than Feng Yiming manipulating the tower from outside.
Lin Moyu placed his hand on the Thunder Core.
A massive current surged through him, piercing directly into his spirit world.
A vision unfolded in his mind: a sweeping view of the land surrounding Shenxia City.
From a vantage high in the sky, he could zoom in and out at will, covering a range of over 100 kiloters.
The image was astonishingly clear, sharper than direct sight.
Even the Demon Kings hidden within the Abyssal Fire were exposed in perfect detail.
"As expected, more are hiding."
In addition to the five visible Demon Kings, he now saw a sixth—stronger than the rest.
He stood motionless, cloaked in shadow, which had concealed him until now.
"That's the Gloom Demon King."
Lin Moyu recognized him imdiately. He was a master of shadow assassination, akin to humanity's Assassin class, but far more terrifying.
He had even succeeded in assassinating God-level human experts.
According to records, he was level 92.
Although he wasn’t a mid-tier Demon King, he was sotis even more dangerous.
Lin Moyu hadn’t expected him to appear as well.
He knew that facing this opponent head-on would be suicidal. Without using his trump cards, he’d have no chance.
But now, with control over the Thunderclap Tower, a spark of excitent flickered in Lin Moyu’s eyes.
“Let’s see if I can kill you!”
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