Chapter 589: Chapter 330: The Terrifying Zhili Ape Demon King
Even though his blood was boiling, he knew he was no match for this Zhili Ape Demon. He flapped his wings, trying to escape into the high sky.
However, Qin Ming had been guarding against his escape. With a forceful stomp, the entire ground exploded. He leaped into the night sky, where an invisible spirit field expanded, layers of unseen ripples locking onto his opponent, pulling him towards the ground.
Qin Ming spoke, “Being able to withstand more than a dozen of my strikes is enough for you to take pride!”
“You!” Feng Xinglei tried to speak but was blocked, only to be greeted by the Two Forms Blade Light, distinctly black and white.
Splurt!
First, he was beheaded with a single strike, and then his spiritual field was destroyed with another, resulting in the death of a Heavenly Demon Species.
“Hmm?” Qin Ming showed a look of joy; this opponent had strange blood within him.
“Roar!” An old monster howled for support, informing those afar that here was a young Zhili Ape Demon King, an outstanding figure among the seeds.
“Follow me, let’s kill together!” Qin Ming said.
All those following him raised their swords and spears, morale soaring high. At first, they had come with the mindset of dancing with death, but now, seeing such a scene with a young man who could slash a Heavenly Demon Species overseeing it, this territory didn’t seem so dangerous anymore; perhaps they could survive till the end.
Qin Ming encountered the second Heavenly Demon Species, and this time it was an exceptionally powerful Demon Sword Immortal.
Apparently, the opponent rushed over from afar after receiving the message specifically to kill him.
In an instant, sword light and blade light crisscrossed intensely, forming a great battle without a word exchanged. A low hill nearby had its top sheared off by their combat.
Sword light and blade light intertwined like two burning dragons in a fierce tussle, clashing violently.
With a splurt, the Demon Sword Immortal drank his hatred, his head flew off at a slanted angle. His eyes widened in death, unable to rest in peace, as he was utterly suppressed during the sword duel.
The young demons collapsed in morale; no matter how fearless they were of death, facing an unbeatable opponent was enduring insurmountable psychological pressure, and they all began to flee.
“Good fortune, another strange blood harvested.” Qin Ming extracted the glowing blob of blood, pursuing and slaying the demons while refining it to replenish his stamina and deepen his foundation.
The fleeing demons were horrified, confirming he was a terrifyingly formidable young ape king.
Qin Ming slaughtered his way through his domain, entering an adjacent area. There, he encountered the third Heavenly Demon Species, annihilating this scoundrel by decimating a vast tract of forest.
He felt fortune smiled greatly upon him today, having acquired new strange blood.
Subsequently, Qin Ming turned furious in battle, traversing the battlefield, slaying demons continuously. He even took down the fourth Heavenly Demon Species, such feats naturally incited terror among the nearby demons.
He noticed no Heavenly Demon Species dared to actively seek him out anymore.
Later, when he beheaded an old bear, he surprisingly obtained a silver bear gall, clearly a Big Medicine capable of strengthening his foundation and assisting him in practicing the “Diamond Sutra” and the Body Chapter.
He continually harvested Miracle Blood Medicines, an unthinkable feat on a normal day, achievable only in such a dreadful battlefield.
Qin Ming proceeded on his path of carnage, wearing himself out to the point of fatigue. Wherever he passed, demons crumbled, and he had long since left his original area.
He again harvested two types of Blood Medicine consecutively.
Standing atop a great mountain in the plains, he used the Newborn’s Eye to peer through the night fog, witnessing a fierce battle in the distance.
The young and old demons were battling amid blood and gore. On the ground, bodies were trampled into bloody mud, with bones shattered everywhere, as the battlefield flowed with blood.
Qin Ming noticed Jin Xiang, who had been cultivating his heart amidst the red dust for twenty years. Though he had slain many enemies in his rampant assault, he was gravely injured, with a horn broken from his golden hair and weaponry lodged in his body, looking quite tragic.
In an instant, Qin Ming’s once exhilarating emotions, his swollen heart, quickly calmed down. In such a large-scale confrontation between the two grand factions, many would likely die in battle.
He silently glanced over, not rushing towards that area, and began to slay his way back.
Qin Ming thought about the Grandmasters’ battlefield where Yu Gen Sheng, Zhao Ziyan, Jin Yuan were; would it be even more brutal?
For a moment, his heart started to sink. Could such old Grandmasters survive?
His chest felt a bit congested because he knew that after this battle, some familiar faces might never be seen again.
The entire Western Territory trembled as the battle escalated to a fever pitch. The roars of demons and the shouts of humans shook the entire great plain.
In this late autumn season, yellow leaves fluttered about, carrying a heavy chill.
In the towns and villages along the frontier, many common folk shivered, accompanied by the sound of crying.
Now they all prayed, hoping for a great victory in Ye State, for otherwise, they would soon be slaughtered by the demons.
Beneath the long night, they had nowhere to flee.
The invading enemy wasn’t some ordinary mountain bandits or rogues but an encroaching Demon Monster Civilization. If the Western Territory fell, the entire Ye State would be overrun.
Even those with power and money, who had moved their families to small towns a hundred or two hundred miles away, would only die a little later if the demons breached the gates.
Qin Ming bathed in blood as he moved through the demon army, killing until he almost became numb, feeling as if he had become a ruthless killing machine.
During this time, after defeating the demons in his region, he continued waging war across regions, seeing some familiar faces. He saw Zeng Yuan lying on the ground wailing in pain, having lost a leg.
He also saw Lu Zhenyi already dead, and when he rushed over, it was already too late. He saw Chen Bingyan staggering back with five swords and sabers stuck in her body.
“The Second Realm has all rushed up, is it this brutal?” Qin Ming’s numb heart once more pounded, bravely charging at the enemy!
…
Immortal fog surged, and above the high heavens, a colossal silhouette appeared, revealing only part of a vague outline, lacking any human traits.
However, he indeed had once been a human, suspected to be the Old Ancestor Master who became a god on this side of Ye State!
In the past, when the demons invaded and were about to launch an offensive, it was he who held a decree from the old era of Yujing, confronting them single-handedly, forcing the god-like creatures to retreat and sow discord among their ranks.
“In the end, they still launched a frenzied attack. Were they forced to be the vanguard for the king?” The immense silhouette in the immortal fog muttered to himself.
I feel wronged, some Book Friends say I’ve been posting one less chapter every day recently, but… wasn’t it just two chapters combined into one? I’m about to crack, maybe I should break them up again? Calling for some monthly ticket support.