C1026 Blood Bathing God of Death

"Benin, are you okay? You look pale!"

In a secluded corner far from the fray, Hart's expression was one of urgent concern as he whispered softly.

The frail Void Spirit Succubus had previously suffered from the taint of corrupt abilities in the Nirvana Realm, and the lingering threat within her had yet to be cleansed. With the recent deactivation of the firefly photomask, an even more violent and terrifying cosmic force had descended upon her like an ocean, exacerbating her injuries.

Her delicate skin was cracked like dry bark, and her vitality was fading.

Despite the firefly photomask being reinstated, the uncleaned corrupt abilities continued to seep into her flesh and blood, leaving her drenched in cold sweat and wracked with pain.

"No, I'm... I'm fine..."

Benin crouched on the ground, hugging her knees, resembling a startled young animal.

"Hart, you don't have to worry about me. I understand your feelings, but I... I don't want to deceive you. I don't feel the same way about you. You are a noble warrior of the Silver Scale Clan, and I can sense you're on the verge of a breakthrough. You're still young, and once you reach the Eighth Level, you'll have a bright future."

Suppressing the chaos within her veins, Benin only needed to close her eyes to see countless fine strands of electricity darting through her mind and coursing through her blood.

She realized that her body's corruption from the Filthy Ability, compounded by the triggered intricacies within her bloodline near the Sky Rift Valley, had backfired. The force meant to advance her bloodline lacked the proper nurturing ground, turning into a curse instead.

She felt her life was ebbing away, having already resigned herself to her fate, wishing only for Hart to find a way out, though she knew his chances of survival were slim.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Peach Madam stood amidst the swirling, colorful clouds, harnessing the unique adhesive power of the miasma to draw in and filter the beneficial aspects of the corrupt abilities. She cast a displeased glance at the Asura General, wielding his massive blade, and said, "Your companions, your people, are being slaughtered by that youngster, Yu Yuan. Surely, you don't need me to remind you?"

"You're even more dangerous!" the Asura General bellowed.

"I'm not allied with him," Peach Madam retorted, her brow furrowed.

"You hail from the Boundless Land, a human! To us, all humans are alien species!" The Asura General's demeanor was icy. "The day will come when we march upon your vast Boundless Great World!"

Peach Madam let out a scornful laugh. "Ah, so you're ex-regular military."

Only the regular allied forces from various races would harbor equal animosity towards humans and demons from the Boundless Land.

Be it practitioners from the five highest powers, Lvliu, Xi Quan, or evil cultivators like Yin Corpse King, the regular allied forces of other races bore a deep-seated hatred for the humans of the Boundless Land. Encounters between them inevitably led to deadly combat.

The Asura warrior before her, though currently in the Gloomy Paradise, had a posture and gaze that Peach Madam found all too familiar.

"Your choice, but just a warning: if you attack, you're on your own," she said. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, I left the Boundless Land with that white crane and its master."

She gestured towards Yu Yuan, Zhan Ruonan, and Sun Jun, playfully winking. "They're teamed up with the five supreme forces, and I'm on good terms with the Babel Chamber of Commerce. You might want to reconsider."

Hu Caiyun clearly had no intention of exerting herself.

She pointed towards Yu Yuan and the two Yang Gods from the Red Devil Sect.

The Asura warrior paused, apparently unaccustomed to encountering a woman as brazen and indolent as her, willing to betray even her own kind.

As he wavered...

"Kill her!" Elena, known for her hot temper, barked from her perch in the Gloomy Paradise. "Never mind her excuses. She's already acted against us, so let none escape! And you two Yang Gods, are you just here to spectate? Finish them off!"

A dense, almost tangible bloodlust poured forth from Elena.

Lambing jumped back, cursing under his breath, "Crazy woman!"

With a swift motion, the Asura warrior, following orders, swung his massive blade. A golden arc of light cleaved the colorful clouds in two, his radiant armor exploding with a stunning brilliance.

He plummeted into the vibrant sea of clouds, brandishing his sword as he pursued Peach Madam with the ferocity of an enraged beast.

"Unreasonable, mindless animal!"

Peach Madam let out a contemptuous snort. At her command, two elite mutated monsters materialized within the multicolored mist.

One was a monstrous transformation of an Asura warrior.

The sight of the monster sent the Asura warrior, clutching his massive blade, into a greater fury. "How dare you, how dare you slaughter my kin! You despicable human wretch!"

Peach Madam was itching to point out that the Asura warrior had already been a monster by the time she encountered him.

"Kill him!"

She viciously ordered the mutated monsters to strike first, then continued weaving her Spiritual Spell, conjuring more ferocious beasts from the colorful miasma.

Elsewhere.

At Elena's call, Eighth Level warriors from the Mondnacht Clan, along with a pack of Seventh Level bandits, descended upon Zhan Ruonan and Sun Jun with predatory zeal.

Zhan Ruonan and Sun Jun had no choice but to engage in combat.

And so, a massive battle that would engulf the land commenced.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Scores of fierce bandits from the neighboring land joined the fray with reckless abandon, their sinister laughter echoing as they advanced, stepping on golden chains.

The battle-hungry bandits, fearless in the face of death, especially when confronting the humans of the Boundless Land, were driven by the humiliation they had suffered at the hands of the white crane. Eager to release their pent-up frustration on Yu Yuan and the other intruders, they threw themselves into the battle without waiting for orders.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The might of the Crypt Clan, along with another Eighth Level Asura Clan General, continued their onslaught against Yu Yuan.

Upon landing, Yu Yuan, weighed down by the intense gravitational field, found his movements severely limited. The Asura Clan warrior, seizing the opportunity, inflicted numerous bloody wounds on Yu Yuan's chest and abdomen.

But the moment he touched down, his Yin God, shielded by the Astral Shield, swiftly returned to its rightful place.

The soft azure glow of the Astral Shield, emanating from the Yin God, enveloped his true form.

Thanks to the Astral Shield's protection, the wounds on his chest and abdomen began to heal rapidly. With a slight exertion of the Evil Body Refining Skill, his extraordinary self-healing powers effortlessly closed the bloody gashes.

The Bloodline Secret Techniques employed by the Crypt Clan's experts were effortlessly nullified by the appearance of the Astral Shield. The Asura Clan warrior relentlessly attacking Yu Yuan instantly realized that his lethal spikes merely produced a dazzling burst of green light upon striking the pale aqua light shield, leaving Yu Yuan completely unharmed inside.

With a whoosh, the Eighth Level Asura Clan warrior quickly retreated, ceasing his close-quarters combat.

"Interesting, quite the spectacle," Yu Yuan remarked with a sly grin, gesturing towards Elena and Lambert at the land's edge, "Why don't the three of you join in?"

Having his Yin God safely returned to the Consciousness Little World and the Astral Shield back on his arm, Yu Yuan was still seething with discontent. The abrupt vanishing of the firefly photomask had nearly endangered his Yin God. Even without Lambert's intervention, he was prepared to take extreme measures to clarify the situation to these marauders.

Bandits who thrived in the shadows, accustomed to their rodent ways, should stick to their role. But if they dared to overstep, their claws would be swiftly severed!

"Explode!" he commanded.

A sphere of crimson sword light enveloped an Eighth Level warrior from the Crypt Clan. The fierce sword force from the "Optimus Nine Slashes" instantly infiltrated the body of the Crypt Clan warrior, whose beetle-like form was shredded by the sword light.

Yu Yuan, gripping the sword sheath, flashed a radiant smile and unleashed another sword strike. The crimson sword beams cleaved through the air, materializing abruptly near the Asura warrior. The destructive aura within the sword light seemed to transform into myriad intricate Dao Spells, with countless specks of light bombarding the Asura warrior's mind like a torrential downpour.

"A bunch of misfits," he scoffed.

His sword danced, sending streaks of sword light flying out like ribbons, swiftly dispatching the Seventh Level bloodline bandits who had opportunistically attacked. Limbs and blood splattered across the ground, the acrid stench of gore turning stomachs.

In mere moments, over a dozen Sixth and Seventh Level bandits lay slain around him. Protected by the Astral Shield's soft green glow, Yu Yuan hovered immaculately above the carnage, his expression detached as he faced the oncoming wave of bandits.

The raiders, fresh from another land and still stepping off their golden chains, were met with an explosion of crimson sword light.

Crack!

The sound of flesh rending echoed once again.

The razor-sharp crimson sword light sliced through the bodies of these non-humans with ease, shattering their armor and shields in a single blow.

Within moments, several new severed limbs lay scattered on the ground near Yu Yuan.

Blood streamed like a river around him, and many tenacious non-humans dragged their bisected bodies across the ground, as if trying to piece themselves back together.

A mist of blood, thick and hazy, rose from the earth, with Yu Yuan at its heart, resembling the legendary God of Slaughter from the tales of old.

Whoosh!

He inhaled deeply within the dense blood mist, drawing in the life force from the deceased non-humans straight into his chest.

The microcosm of Qi and blood within him spun slowly, like a ravenous beast devouring the blood energy.

Yu Yuan's wounds from the Asura General's spikes had healed completely, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

Extra vitality and essence flowed into the Astral Shield, a token of gratitude for its support.

"For the first time, I find a sweet taste in the blood mist."

Yu Yuan, standing amidst the rapidly dissipating blood mist from the Life Altar's activation, indulged in a deep breath and flashed a savage grin. He eyed the next wave of raiders arriving and called out, "Perfect timing!"

The dozen raiders, hardened by countless brutal battles, were petrified by his smile, their bodies rigid with fear.

Amidst the carnage, Yu Yuan stood enveloped in the blood mist, breathing deeply as if craving more bloodshed, like a demon thirsting for violence.

"Don't be scared. It'll be over quickly."

They stood frozen, but Yu Yuan chuckled and charged into their midst.

The dazzling crimson sword light burst forth among the raiders, followed by anguished howls and a gruesome spectacle of blood and limbs flying.

Moments later, Yu Yuan, invigorated by the slaughter, burst forth from the Yin energy screen and stood defiantly on a golden chain.

He pointed his sword sheath at Lambing and Pattinson and challenged, "Those sent to their deaths were hardly sufficient. Do you have anyone more formidable?"

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