Chapter 1556: Killing without rcy
A hush of raw violence settled across the Gu World the mont the last mbers of the Gu Sect, along with hundreds of thousands of Divine Ascension Masters and billions of Apotheosis Masters from various subsidiary organizations, arrived through the teleportation formation. Cultivators attacked each other on sight, each driven by greed for strength or blind obedience to the orders of their superiors.
Amidst the chaos and carnage, the seeds of order slowly took root as individual factions regrouped and forged alliances anew. Because people had been scattered randomly throughout the Gu World upon arrival, it took so ti for each faction to reconvene. To further complicate matters, communication gems and similar devices were only partially effective here, making it incredibly difficult to pinpoint allies or coordinate large-scale maneuvers.
Still, powerful leaders like the Night Prince and Elder Azure had prepared extensively for this event. They possessed special ans of tracking their allies, and before long, they managed to rally large forces around themselves. They then claid one of the many strategically essential locations in the Gu World as a ho base, fortifying their position. The top echelons of these factions stayed behind, coordinating from their strongholds while sending out squads to find more allies or hunt down anyone not aligned with them.
Ironically, this newly ford semblance of order only escalated the violence. Instead of minor skirmishes between lone cultivators, entire battalions now clashed, each side unleashing overwhelming might in an effort to kill the opposing force. As they fought, the Gu Insects that had bonded with them grew stronger by devouring the essences of fallen foes. Soldiers believed that even though their Gu Insects would eventually be absorbed by their faction leader’s insect, the stronger they grew now, the better their chance of survival—and potentially the better compensation they might receive from their leader afterward.
At this very mont, one such battle was unfolding. Two groups, each nearly one thousand cultivators strong, stood on opposite sides of a wide river. Both were led by Divine Transformation Masters.
One leader was a Deus Behemoth, towering and heavily muscled, with a peculiar spider-like creature protruding from his forearm. The other leader was a Hell Clan woman—an Inferno Daemon—whose own Gu Insect took the form of a razor-winged black butterfly perched delicately on her forearm. The tension in the air was palpable, and the only thing that kept them from hurling themselves at each other was the final few seconds of caution before the storm broke.
They needed no words to declare their hostility. The Light Race and the Dark Race had hated each other for eons, and the fact they belonged to different factions only ant that there was only one path left: a fight to the death.
With a guttural roar, the Deus Behemoth erupted in star-like power, raw energy crackling around his colossal fra. Across the river, the Inferno Daemon remained silent. Yet, black flas licked around her body, emanating a Law-infused aura so intense it caused sparks of electricity to dance across the air.
Their subordinates, emboldened by their leaders’ killing intent, unleashed their own energies. The atmosphere grew dense with swirling auras—so flaming, so icy, so harnessing Star Power instead of Laws. The final mont of tension snapped like a bowstring, and both sides lunged forward, each cultivator seeing nothing but red in their desire to kill.
Just as the two sides were about to collide, the water beneath them trembled violently. In a sudden, fluid motion, a figure rose into the air, positioning himself right between the two battalions.
The charging cultivators staggered to a halt, alarm etched on their faces. Their eyes zeroed in on the white-haired young man with nebula-like eyes hovering there, his calm deanor chilling them to the core.
In unison, the Deus Behemoth and the Inferno Daemon felt a jolt of absolute dread. Their minds conjured a na—one that inspired terror across the Everlife Continent.
“Cain Laurifer! The Monster!”
As that single, horrifying thought coursed through their heads, they saw his lips move.
“Shooting Star Dragon Roar,” Cain pronounced, his voice seeming to pierce the sky itself.
He opened his mouth and unleashed an earth-shattering roar.
“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!”
The sound tamorphosed into sonic waves infused with the Law of Shadows, enabling it to pass through most energy and physical defenses with eerie ease. The sky shook under the force of his roar, and every cultivator below the Divine Ascension Realm felt the light in their eyes vanish. In an instant, their souls were snuffed out, and their bodies tumbled into the river with heavy splashes.
Those in the Divine Ascension Realm fared only marginally better. Their souls did not disintegrate entirely, but the shock from the roar was severe enough to render them unconscious. They, too, collapsed from the sky, falling like broken dolls.
Only the two Divine Transformation Masters remained standing, though just barely. Blood stread from their eyes, and darkness flickered across their vision. The sonic assault had damaged their minds and souls, leaving them nearly helpless.
Before they could react further, a new spiritual strike descended upon them. Their consciousnesses faded into blackness, and they slumped downward.
Cain surveyed the desolate battlefield with emotionless eyes. He gave no sign of pity or remorse. If Cain had not been strong enough, these very people would have killed him without a second thought. Therefore, he considered their deaths as normal since this was a massive battlefield.
Wasting no ti, he extended a hand, using an invisible force to pull the unconscious Divine Transformation Masters toward him. Their battered bodies hovered in midair, suspended just before him. Cain’s eyes flared with soul power as he invaded their minds, combing through their mories in search of information on stronger targets.
For Cain, whose Law of Soul reached the Low Law Embodint, soul-searching these two was an effortless task. By the ti he was finished, both Divine Transformation Masters still had flickers of life, but their souls were so heavily damaged that they would never wake from their comas.
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