The Devouring Evil Mountain Range was filled with Evil Devils. Strange cries could be heard continuously. This place looked very peaceful. However, one of the mountains had been sealed by an invisible force. An extremely fierce battle was taking place there. However, the people outside couldn't sense it at all. The Blood-devouring Evil Devils there were being massacred.
A young man was fighting his way up with his bare hands. Everywhere he went, there would be fiery dragons surging. One after another, the Blood-devouring Demons were brutally slaughtered by him. Even if they used all of their innate abilities, there was only death awaiting them.
There was a beautiful woman beside the youth. She had a voluptuous figure and wore a blue muslin dress. Her delicate hands were constantly moving, and strands of sword light swept out in all directions, helping the youth take some of the pressure.
At the peak of the mountain, eight Heaven Rank Blood-devouring Evil Demons were gathered together. They looked down at the situation below and revealed an incomparably ferocious aura. They couldn't wait to rush down and kill all the invaders.
However, they weren't stupid. Because the humans were crazily slaughtering them here, the other Fiends in the depths didn't sense it. They were sure that the mountain was sealed. If they didn't break the seal here, even if they were all killed, their seniors wouldn't know.
"These humans are really savage. We only sent a team to eat a few of them, and they dare to come for revenge. They really don't know the meaning of death," said a Blood-devouring Fiend.
"Don't talk nonsense. Let's work together to break the seal here and attract the attention of our seniors. Otherwise, we'll all die."
"Don't worry, the humans won't be able to seal this place for long. As long as we can hold on until then, it'll be time for us to counterattack."
"We can't just wait here and summon the little ones to exhaust them to death."
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The Blood-devouring Fiends in the mountain range issued a call. The other Blood-devouring Fiends in the mountain range madly charged toward Yang Wu's group.
There were several thousand Blood-devouring Fiends here. Even if Yang Wu's group was powerful, it would take some effort to kill them all. When they surrounded them, it put a lot of pressure on them.
Fortunately, they had an expert like Yang Ba in their group. This fellow was truly worthy of being a peerless genius who could fight against a Dragon Transformation expert. He constantly swung his arms, and wherever the terrifying axe light went, the blood-devouring demons would explode. No matter how many demons came, they were not enough to deal with him.
After slaughtering hundreds of Blood-devouring Evil Demons, he forcefully gathered their blood energy together. This was originally a trace of spatial energy that could only be used in the Dragon Transformation Realm, but he could already do it in advance. He looked at the blood energy that was gathered in his aura and shouted, "Obliterate!"
He released his Black Tortoise Battle Aura, and the terrifying destructive power forcibly wiped out the demon cores and blood essence of these demons, giving them no chance to regenerate.
It was as if he wanted to vent the shame of losing to Yang Wu on these Blood-devouring Demons.
However, after he killed this group of Blood-devouring Fiends, no more of them dared to approach him.
He looked up at Yang Wu, hesitated for a moment, and sat down cross-legged. He thought to himself, "Hmph, I hope you don't ask me for help later."
Blood-devouring Fiends were not so easy to kill. Only an expert like Yang Ba could easily crush them. No one else had the ability to do so.
As Yang Wu's mount, Yang Zhenlong did not stay idle during this battle. He attacked the Blood-devouring Fiends below the King Realm. At first, he was still in the probing stage, but after several exchanges, he finally grasped how to kill these Blood-devouring Fiends.
"You guys devour blood to grow. Even though your blood energy is a little mixed, it is still food for me," Yang Zhenlong muttered to himself before pouncing towards one of the Blood-devouring Fiends.
Soon, the Blood-devouring Evil Devil was swallowed by Yang Zhenlong, and the evil aura filled every part of his body. If it were any other living being doing this, they would definitely be invaded by this evil aura, but Yang Zhenlong had refined the Blood Fiend Profound Qi, so this evil aura was completely broken down by the Blood Fiend Force. The blood Qi of the Blood-devouring Evil Devil was forcibly absorbed by Yang Zhenlong without causing any burden to him.
"Not bad, but its blood energy is a little lacking. I want to devour a King-class one." Yang Zhenlong licked his lips and charged towards the King-class Blood-devouring Evil Fiend.
Only a flood dragon like him, who possessed the Blood Fiend Mystic Essence Qi, would dare to devour the Blood-devouring Evil Demons like this. If it were any other Monster Race, they might not dare to do so.
Whether it was Yang Ba or Yang Zhenlong, they weren't the main battlefield. The real battlefield was Yang Wu's side. Seventy percent of the Blood-devouring Evil Demons were converging towards him.
Yang Wu's killing power was too terrifying, and he was also the bane of the Blood-devouring Evil Demons. Every time he attacked, he would wipe out hundreds of them. There was simply no one who could resist him.
Yang Wu killed his way forward, and the number of Blood-devouring Evil Demons that died at his hands had already reached close to a thousand. Behind him, Shu Yujun watched with numbness.
Who would have thought that after hearing Yang Wu's mutterings, Shu Yujun would be stunned. He said, "It's still not enough to kill at this rate."
No matter who was here, they would feel that Yang Wu's unparalleled speed was extremely terrifying. He was actually still not satisfied? Just what was he planning to do?
In the next moment, Yang Wu said to Shu Yujun, "Young Miss Shu, back off a bit. I will speed up my killing speed."
"Can't you just call me Monarch Rain?" Shu Yujun rolled her eyes and said in a displeased tone. That flirtatious charm was enough to make anyone fall head over heels for her.
"Young Miss Shu is still easier to call. You back off a bit first, and don't let anyone else come near me. I will go all out to kill these demons!" Yang Wu replied, and used the Swimming Dragon Steps to rush forward. Suddenly, a deathly aura was released, enveloping an area of dozens of miles. This was the result of him compressing it. Otherwise, the area within a hundred miles would be enveloped by the deathly aura.
Shu Yujun's perception was extraordinary. She felt a wave of cold air attack her. She couldn't help but shiver and murmured, "Is this his Dao of Death?"
When they were at Mount Heng, Shu Yujun clearly understood Yang Wu's situation. He possessed the Dao of Death, and in the fragmented space, he defeated the Young Hall King of the Long Life Hall, which almost angered everyone. In the end, the Saints came forward and questioned him, confirming that he was not from the King of Hell's Palace.
The Dao of Death was a top-notch martial dao among the three thousand great daos. Otherwise, it wouldn't be one of the martial daos that the King of Hell's Palace specialized in.
Yang Wu being able to condense the Dao of Death was purely a coincidence. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to cultivate the Dao of Death with his own strength. This was because he had to go through slaughter after slaughter, on the brink of death again and again, and go through various cruel tempering before he had the chance to condense this martial dao.
Once this martial dao was formed, if one wanted to strengthen it, they would need to absorb a lot of deathly aura. Otherwise, there would be no way to improve it. Therefore, those who cultivated the Dao of Death were people who were stained with countless amounts of blood. It was called one of the Demonic Crooked Paths.
In fact, only the truly top-notch forces knew that any kind of martial dao, as long as it was used on the right path, was a righteous martial dao. There was no such thing as a Demonic Crooked Path. It was just that many people who claimed to be righteous had been beaten up by the so-called Demonic Crooked Path, which was why they were classified as such.
Yang Wu was very clear that as long as his strength entered the realm of Saint Star Rune, no one would dare to do anything to him, let alone talk nonsense. This was a world where strength was respected.
Now, the Dao of Death was incomparably solid and had the ability to corrode the vitality of living beings. Wherever the deathly aura went, the vitality of Blood-devouring Evil Devils would be reduced by one-tenth. If they stayed in this Dao of Death for more than two hours, they would die completely.
The Blood-devouring Evil Devils that were rushing towards Yang Wu were frightened. They relied on devouring blood to grow. Their life source was weak to begin with. Now that one-tenth of their life source was gone, their fighting strength would drop by a level. They were thoroughly flustered.
"Why did my vitality decrease by so much? What kind of power is this?!"
"Ah, how did the vitality I accumulated with great difficulty disappear? I feel like I'm getting old."
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These Blood-devouring Evil Devils cried out in alarm. They had completely lost the will to fight.
Yang Wu struck out again. The Dragon Flaming Fist was punched out. A dragon shadow that was thousands of feet long swept towards the Blood-devouring Evil Devils. In just one strike, five hundred of them were wiped out.
The lethality of this attack was so terrifying that it made the Blood-devouring Evil Devils tremble in fear.
"Lord Shihu, we can't go on like this. The brats will be killed by him." The Blood-devouring Evil Devil on the mountain peak said to the strongest Blood-devouring Evil Devil.
The most powerful being on the mountain peak was Lord Shihu. His appearance had transformed into an elephant body with a human face. It looked extremely strange, but he was already at the peak of the Heaven Realm. His eyes were fixed on Yang Wu who was getting closer and closer. A hint of fear appeared on his face. This was the feeling he had when facing a Minor Saint. After waiting for a while, he said coldly, "We can't let him continue his massacre like this. All of you, return to your positions."
In the next moment, an extremely powerful suction force was produced from his body. The seven Blood-devouring Evil Devils around him revealed a fanatical look and charged towards him.
* Bang Bang! *
When their bodies collided, Shihu's body underwent a great change. The other seven Blood-devouring Evil Devils fused with his body, causing his vitality to increase even more. In an instant, he had reached the peak of the Heaven Realm, only a step away from the Minor Devil Saint realm.
"Not enough. Brats, return to your positions!" Shihu called out to his other clansmen. The blood mist he produced enveloped them. Suddenly, a large number of Blood-devouring Evil Devils fused with his body.
These Blood-devouring Evil Devils didn't show the slightest fear of being fused with. Instead, their expression became incomparably fanatical, as if they were proud of this fusion. This was the most powerful innate skill of their clan, the Blood Fusing Evil Art!
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