The Wang Family Village was the largest village within a radius of several dozen kilometers. There were a few hundred families and close to three thousand villagers who relied on fishing for a living. Three days ago, it had been a peaceful scene.
Now, it had become the base camp of the Demonic Cultivators. Most of the villagers were imprisoned, and every day, hundreds of people became food for the Demonic Cultivators, dying miserable and painful deaths.
On this night, Qian Hu led the Demonic Slayers here. They were lying in ambush in a bush not far from the village, carefully observing the situation inside.
At this moment, the Demonic Cultivators were clearly celebrating. They had built bonfires and cruelly dismembered the corpses of the dead, grilling them over the fire while they drank and made merry.
At this moment, every martial artist with a conscience felt indignant and looked at Qian Hu, hoping that he would give the order to charge into the enemy camp.
Although Qian Hu was also very angry, he knew that the strength of the enemies they were facing this time could not be compared to those they had met during the day, so he had to be cautious.
After observing for a long time, he said, "When we charge in later, everyone focus on dealing with the Martial Disciples and Martial Masters. If you see Feng Yue coming out, everyone stay far away and leave him for me to deal with. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Elder Qian, give the order!"
"Alright, everyone, charge!"
Qian Hu took the lead and charged into the village. With a wave of his sword, he killed a few people.
Everyone followed closely behind and charged into the village, looking for their own opponents. For a moment, the Wang Family Village was on fire and the sound of explosions rang out continuously.
Zhan Chen also met an opponent, a Demonic Cultivator who was a mid-level Martial Master.
The Demonic Cultivator did not seem to understand the situation he was in. He stared greedily at Zhan Chen's body and laughed cruelly, "What a good body of blood essence! If I suck you dry, I'm afraid I can break through to high-level Martial Master! "
Zhan Chen sneered: "You are neither a human nor a ghost, I will immediately send you to the Western Paradise!"
He used the Flowing Cloud Steps and used the Golden Demon Sword Technique, wanting to end the battle quickly. After exchanging a few blows with him, the Demonic Cultivator felt that he was no match for him and turned to run.
Zhan Chen hurriedly chased after him, only to see the Demonic Cultivator taking out a pill and swallowing it as he ran. Only then did he stop and turn to stare at Zhan Chen as if he was looking at a dead man.
Seeing his strange expression, Zhan Chen also stopped in his tracks and faced him suspiciously.
The Devil Cultivator cackled, "Kid, you admit that you're stronger than me, but that's only before I swallow this Sharpening Blood Pill. Now, I'll let you from the righteous sects experience the true strength of our Devil Sect."
At that point, the demonic cultivator's face suddenly revealed a look of pain. Next, his entire body began to tremble, his skin began to turn red, and his veins began to bulge. His eyes even bulged out of their sockets, becoming incomparably terrifying.
After this series of changes, the Demonic Cultivator revealed a sinister smile and rushed towards Zhan Chen. The sword in his hand slashed towards Zhan Chen's body.
Zhan Chen's pupils shrank. The Demonic Cultivator was so fast that he hurriedly raised his sword to block. With a 'ding' sound, he felt a huge force coming from his hand and the sharp golden sword almost flew out of his hand. He hurriedly took a few steps back and neutralized the force. He was shocked, "How did this Demonic Cultivator suddenly become so strong? His strength and speed are even close to a high-level Martial Master!"
"Jie jie, this is the power of the Medial Grade Rank 2 Pill, the Demonic Pill. It can squeeze out the potential of a Martial Master's body and increase one's battle prowess by close to 30%. Of course, when you righteous people use it, you will inevitably suffer from a deficiency of blood and Qi and damage to your foundation. Our Demonic Sect is different. As long as we suck the blood of a few people dry, we will be able to replenish all of our strength." The Demonic Cultivator seemed rather pleased with himself when he said this.
However, Zhan Chen's gaze turned solemn. If this was really the case, it would be very difficult to take him down.
"Go and die!" The Demonic Cultivator pounced towards Zhan Chen again. The sword in his hand was aimed at Zhan Chen's vital points.
This time, the roles seemed to have been reversed. The Demonic Cultivator was the main attacker while Zhan Chen was doing his best to dodge and escape. Another sword pierced over. Just as it was about to hit, Zhan Chen's eyes opened slightly and he naturally used the Eye of Dao to avoid that guy's fatal attack.
Following that, the Demonic Cultivator became more and more impatient as he attacked. He originally thought that after consuming the pill, he would be able to take down Zhan Chen in a matter of seconds. Who knew that Zhan Chen's every move would suddenly become incomparably exquisite. Every time there was danger, Zhan Chen would be able to avoid his fatal attack.
He couldn't help but call out, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still not dead after so long?"
Zhan Chen smiled and said, "I have the blessing of the God of Luck. You won't be able to kill me."
"Nonsense!" The Demonic Cultivator was flustered and exasperated. His attacks became even more ferocious.
However, Zhan Chen felt that the strength of the Demonic Cultivator's sword was weakening. The speed of his sword attacks also gradually slowed down. He had a thought, 'The effects of the Deteriorating Blood Pill are weakening. It's time for me to counterattack.'
As expected, the Demonic Cultivator slashed over with his sword again. The speed of his sword attacks suddenly slowed down. Zhan Chen gathered all his strength and swung his sword to block. With a 'ding' sound, the Deteriorating Blood Pill actually flew out of the Demonic Cultivator's hand and fell to the ground.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but be stunned. Why did he feel that the strength of the Demonic Cultivator's sword attack just now was not even half of that of an ordinary Martial Master?
Looking at the Demonic Cultivator himself, he had already returned to his normal state. However, his face was deathly pale without a trace of blood. He looked like he was panting.
Zhan Chen was curious. He stopped and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The Demonic Cultivator actually laughed and said, "The effects of the Deteriorating Blood Pill have worn off. This is the aftereffect. You win."
Zhan Chen immediately understood. With a thrust of his sword, he pierced through the Demonic Cultivator's throat.
After killing the Demonic Cultivator, Zhan Chen had a thought. He took the Demonic Cultivator's backpack and long sword and carried them on his back. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a familiar evil laugh behind him. "Not bad. The battle just now was quite exciting."
Zhan Chen's pupils involuntarily shrank, "It's Lin Dong! When did he get behind me? "
He slowly turned his head, only to see Lin Dong's mocking smile, as well as a pair of eyes that were filled with killing intent.
At this moment, he saw Lin Dong's hand moving slightly. It seemed like he was about to attack!
"What should I do?" Zhan Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.
Just then, a voice came from not far away. "Lin Dong! It's you, right? Come here quickly. We found another Demonic Cultivator here! "
Zhan Chen looked in the direction of the voice. The person who shouted was another martial artist in the team who had consummate Martial Master cultivation, Meng Qi.
However, Lin Dong looked deeply at Zhan Chen and whispered to him, "Zhan Chen, consider yourself lucky."
After saying this, he turned around and walked toward Meng Qi.
Zhan Chen looked at Meng Qi's receding figure and heaved a deep sigh of relief. When he turned around, he felt that his back was completely drenched in sweat.
The battle ended not long after. Qian Hu carried a half-dead old man and walked to the center of the village. At this moment, the disciples of the Golden Elephant Sect and the High Priests of the Tang Family also gathered. Some of them were even carrying corpses.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw those corpses. They were some of his teammates who had participated in this operation. Most of them were Martial Masters with low cultivation, just like him.
Qian Hu silently saluted them. Then, he said to everyone, "We lost seven people in this operation. Three of them were High Priests, and four disciples of the Golden Elephant Sect. They are all heroes! I will report their merits to the sect. "
At this moment, the old man who was being held by Qian Hu laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, Qian Hu, your doomsday is coming! It won't be long before the Malicious Ghost Sect takes revenge for us! "
A cold light flashed in Qian Hu's eyes. He exerted some force in his hand. Then, a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard. The old man on the ground couldn't help but scream.
"Pang Yue, on the contrary, I will lead the disciples of the Golden Elephant Sect to annihilate all of you. In fact, it won't be long before we destroy your entire Malicious Ghost Sect, "Qian Hu said fiercely.
At this moment, someone shouted angrily, "Elder Qian, let's kill this old bastard. The longer we keep him alive, the more trouble there will be."
Qian Hu said, "Don't worry, everyone. I've broken all of this bastard's meridians. His cultivation has been ruined. There's no hope for him to recover. We still have to bring him back to the sect, pry open his mouth, and learn about the Malicious Ghost Sect's conspiracy!"
"Elder Qian is wise!"
At this time, many of the villagers who had been imprisoned had also been released. Each of them was overjoyed. They were very grateful to the people of the Golden Elephant Sect.
