Long Fei’s heart stirred, knowing that the Old Emperor intended to enter together with him.
"Willing to fight alongside you!"
He smiled slightly and walked inside with his longsword.
The cold wind howled, and gusts of murderous intent erupted.
Inside, there was a bloodthirsty sll that made it hard to breathe.
Long Fei furrowed his brows as he went, not having walked a hundred ters, when the front cave suddenly expanded, feeling dark and vast.
Long Fei cast a Light Gathering Stone, which flew to the top of the cave.
Instantly, the cave lit up brightly, leaving Long Fei stunned and unsure of what to do.
This eerie place was as large as ten football fields, and the ground was covered with the shattered remains of the Demon Race.
So strange beings were pushing black wooden carts like chanical people, ignoring Long Fei, continuously tossing broken flesh and bones onto the carts, then pushing them into the cave within the stone wall opposite.
These strange beings were the sa as the bodies slaughtered outside.
All pieced together things, so with three heads and two legs, one head with eight arms, and even so with bodies entirely made of heads, making goosebumps rise.
At the center of this cave was a sword-shaped pillar over ten ters wide.
This pillar connected the top and bottom of the cave, resembling the blade of a sword.
Long Fei furrowed his brows, recalling the Sword Mountain of the Divine Sword Sect, which seed to be in this position.
"Could this be the Divine Sword?"
He was shocked inside, raised a black tiger-shaped magnet, and used magnetic sensing.
Magnetic forces, driven by his spiritual power, buzzed and rushed toward the sword-shaped pillar in the center.
The cave instantly trembled with great vibrations buzzing.
The sword-shaped pillar indeed reacted, attracted by the magnetic force of the tiger-shaped magnet, causing the entire cave to shake.
Long Fei quickly withdrew the tiger-shaped magnet, fearing if he continued, the cave would collapse.
This place seed like Yama’s Hell; all he saw was beyond his comprehension.
He pondered, could it be that the Demons here were shattered by this sword but began to resurrect under the control of so things.
The Demonic Bloodline was strong; pieced together, they could still revive.
This miraculous occurrence left Long Fei dumbfounded.
He cautiously approached, stepping into the void and pointing a finger, causing the surroundings of a nearby creature to constrict tightly.
Space Laws bound the creature completely.
Long Fei stood in front of this thing; it had one head and eight arms.
Standing three ters tall, with sturdy thighs.
Its black explosive muscles spread across its body like the roots of an old tree.
Long Fei had no doubt the force of its kick could crush an elephant into at paste.
Its expression was dull, with no spiritual power fluctuations inside its head; its body perford chanical repetitive actions like a preset chanical person.
"I’ve seen a ghost!"
Long Fei’s five fingers closed, the Space Law ground the creature from all sides like a millstone.
With a puff, the creature tightened like an inflated ball with extre elasticity, astonishingly not exploding.
Knowing this force could crush an Enlightennt Realm cultivator.
"Could these ancient corpses be left by the Ancient Demon Race?"
Long Fei pondered for a mont, increasing his strength.
The Space Laws buzzed and oscillated, and after tripling the force, the creature exploded suddenly.
Even so, it did not blast into a blood mist.
Instead, the originally pieced-together body shattered, showing no signs of life.
Long Fei sweated, thinking if this thing ran out, the Human Race outside would definitely be in trouble.
The Demon Race was reviving these corpses; there must be even greater secrets in the cave opposite.
As he quickly assessed, the ground suddenly rumbled and quaked.
A massive black army, each three ters tall, wielding long spears and large knives, poured out from various caves like a flood.
These creatures differed completely from those working chanically, having no spiritual power fluctuations but rigidly surrounding Long Fei like chanical people.
Circle upon circle gathered, surrounding Long Fei with a thousand or more Demon Soldiers.
A voice echoed, "Human brat, how bold of you to intrude upon the forbidden area of our Earth Demon Tribe!"
Beside Long Fei, his longsword shone bright, with murderous aura overflowing, already prepared to slaughter fiercely.
Long Fei shouted, "Who are you? Co out from hiding and show yourself."
The voice coldly laughed, "You don’t qualify to see . Since you’re here, stay here!"
A group of Demon Soldiers raised their blades and spears, roaring and charging to encircle Long Fei.
Long Fei stepped into the air and shouted, "Coward, I see you are suppressed by this seal and can’t get out!"
He secretly guessed, intentionally trying to provoke.
The voice paused, disdainfully sneering, "Knowing this doesn’t help you; you’ll die here anyway."
"Kill!"
A command reverberated throughout the entire cave.
Beside Long Fei, the sword of the Saint Martial Emperor shot out first, flashing with a golden light, piercing through a Demon Soldier.
With a puff, the Demon Soldier’s chest opened with a large hole, but it did not impact it; it still swung its large knife to attack.
Long Fei saw that these Demon Soldiers pieced together with ancient demon corpses were like chanical people.
Even cutting off their heads, their nervous systems still stimulated their bodies to continue fighting.
He raised his hand and directly summoned the Twelve Witch God Flags.
Against these murderous corpse tribe beings, using the Witch God Flag Spirits within the Witch God Flags was most suitable.
As the banner spirits erged, the murderous aura surged.
Waves of black mist gathered in the air, transforming into monsters over ten ters high, roaring and shrieking, each one pouncing on the charging Demon Soldiers.
Di Jiang Witch God, human-faced bird-bodied.
Four flesh wings on its back, with six claws on its chest, abdon, and legs.
Faceless Chaos, resembling a at sack.
The entire body appeared streamlined, fastest in speed; its claws lunged at a Demon Soldier, its body quivering.
With a puff, the Demon Soldier was shattered into pieces.
Dirty blood splattered, which it absorbed cleanly.
This bizarre situation shocked the master of this place, letting out a gasp, "You little thief, how co you have the Saint Tribe Banner Spirits of my Demon Race?"
"Grandfather picked them up by the roadside, none of your business!"
Long Fei cursed and mocked, buzzing as he sent the Saint Martial Emperor’s longsword dodging these Demon Soldiers, entering the cave inside.
The outside Demon Soldiers had the Twelve Witch God Banner Spirits to deal with, no longer needing Long Fei’s intervention.
These ancient demon corpses were just right as nourishnt for them.
The Saint Martial Emperor’s sword appeared confused encountering these things, filled with fighting desire, considering these banner spirits as Demons.
If Long Fei didn’t take this sword away quickly, surely it would indiscriminately start a massacre.
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