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Meanwhile, Xiao Zhuo had already reunited with Ban Xuanji and others, and recovered the Demonic Generals who were originally led by Hei Fang Tianyu.

Everyone re-merged their forces.

Under Xiao Zhuo's leadership, they collected the Fiend Spring that Hei Fang Tianyu had previously discovered, and found a hidden space beneath the spring's eye, from which they obtained the entire fortune of an ancient Demonic Lord.

For three consecutive days, the Black Peak Demonic Generals successively swept through dozens of ruins left by ancient powerhouses, gaining rich rewards, and even obtaining a damaged Time Seal.

However, this great seal was heavily damaged, with more than 60% of its divine patterns destroyed.

But even so, this seal could still control the flow of time within a ten-mile radius, speeding it up by a maximum of three times.

It's easy to imagine what a treasure this seal would be if it were fully intact.

On the fourth day, Xiao Zhuo's party encountered an encirclement by the Corpse Clan.

Initially, only over ten thousand Corpse Soldiers led by a dozen Corpse Generals encountered them and were easily slain.

What followed, however, pleasantly surprised Xiao Zhuo.

Continuous Corpse Clan armies began to appear frequently in the mountain forest area.

At most, hundreds of Corpse Generals even appeared simultaneously!

Xiao Zhuo no longer concealed his strength; slaying Corpse Generals was as easy as cutting melons for him.

Attribute Points began to skyrocket, accumulating to over three million in just two days.

At the same time, he also discovered a fact.

The spatial strength of this world, formed from fragments of the Demon Realm, far exceeded the estimations of the three great Devil Kings.

Even spatial damage caused by a Demonic Lord's full-power battle would be automatically repaired in a very short time.

This meant that there was a high possibility of a Corpse Lord-level existence, or even stronger, in this place!

Xiao Zhuo keenly caught a scent of conspiracy.

The fact that even the three great Devil Kings misjudged the situation here meant there was a secret that was chilling to ponder.

Although he enjoyed the thrill of hunting for Attribute Points here, Xiao Zhuo still decided to find a way to leave and report the anomaly to Demon King Luó.

After completing his Cultivation in an Immortal Cave within a mountain, Xiao Zhuo's aura had reached the Peak of the Demonic General level.

With the help of the panel, he had Cultivated the Free and Natural Heavenly Art to the Peak of the fourth stage.

However, to Breakthrough, he needed to comprehend at least 10% of a Great Dao—for him, 10% comprehension of the Great Dao of Space, Soul, and Thunder were all required to meet the advancement conditions.

Although the panel could deduce the Great Dao, its speed was far from as swift as Law deduction.

The deduction of a Great Dao was far more complex and profound than that of a Law.

Just to deduce 10% of the Great Dao of Space, Xiao Zhuo consumed three hundred thousand Attribute Points, and the panel indicated an estimated time of one month.

This further solidified Xiao Zhuo's resolve to withdraw immediately.

If Great Dao deduction could enter the White Mist Space like Law deduction, not consuming external time, he could rapidly grow stronger with enough Attribute Points, and he wouldn't mind continuing to slaughter the Corpse Clan.

No matter what schemes, under the crushing power of strength, all were illusions.

"Primal Beginning! Our Dark Demon Race brothers have discovered Corpse Clan search parties appearing again a thousand miles away!" Ban Xuanji's voice echoed outside the Immortal Cave.

Xiao Zhuo got up and walked out.

Seeing him emerge, Ban Xuanji's pupils constricted slightly.

He could clearly sense that Xiao Zhuo's aura had grown stronger again, profound as an abyss, subtly exuding an irresistible feeling.

However, he was quite certain that Xiao Zhuo had not yet advanced to the Demonic Lord realm.

This contradiction perplexed him, but he had no time to ponder it now.

In just a few days, Xiao Zhuo's power had completely won over all the Demonic Generals, who regarded him as the absolute core, even top Demonic Generals like Ban Xuanji in the Black Peak army were no exception.

"Big Brother Ban, what's the scale?"

"At least a hundred Corpse Generals, or even more! Wu Zhenzhen also calculated a great ominous sign. We must leave this place as soon as possible!"

Wu Zhenzhen was a female Demonic General of the Demonic Witch Clan, quite rare among Demonic Generals.

The Demonic Witch Clan excelled in heavenly fate deduction, but Wu Zhenzhen was an anomaly, naturally obsessed with the Dao of the Sword.

Even so, her heavenly fate talent was still extraordinary; her occasional divinations often foresaw critical changes, though they were sometimes accurate and sometimes not, which left the Demonic Generals quite helpless.

If not for her several successful warnings of Corpse Clan encirclements, which reduced many losses, purely based on her appearance and Cultivation Technique, it would be hard to believe she came from the Demonic Witch Clan.

Xiao Zhuo nodded: "Big Brother Ban, gather everyone. I will conceal everyone with my zizai world and withdraw to the entrance."

"Alright!"

A moment later, one hundred and sixty-three Demonic Generals vanished into the zizai world and were absorbed by Xiao Zhuo into his glabella.

Xiao Zhuo, alone, activated the Heavenly Illusion Sacred Art, transforming into a Corpse General, and stealthily headed back the way he came.

Along the way, he silently eliminated small groups of Corpse Clan members he encountered and hid to avoid large forces.

Moving intermittently, half a day later, Xiao Zhuo finally arrived near the spatial rift where they had first entered.

He hid in the shadow of a small hill, gazing at the black-brown earth below the rift.

He saw countless Corpse Clan members piled up like mountains, just as they were when they first entered, in a state of suspended animation.

Once they smelled the aura of a living being, they would instantly erupt and encircle.

Xiao Zhuo knew that there were highly intelligent leaders among the Corpse Clan, and even if he disguised himself as a Corpse General, approaching the rift rashly would surely alarm them.

At that time, it would be another fierce battle, and he would have no time to approach the rift to activate the Devil King's brand on him and seek guidance.

When they came in, there was a Formation stabilizing the passage, allowing them to enter easily.

Now, to get out, they must be personally guided by a Devil King-level existence to safely pass through the passage.

Otherwise, they could very likely be swept into spatial turbulence.

The consequences of that were unpredictable; if lucky, they would be thrown into the boundary sea; if unlucky, they would fall into a desperate situation or even the Dark Realm.

Xiao Zhuo didn't want to gamble with his luck!

His thoughts raced, and a moment later, a smile appeared on Xiao Zhuo's lips.

He abruptly removed his Heavenly Illusion Sacred Art disguise, and the powerful aura of a Peak Demonic General suddenly erupted like a torch in the dark night!

At the same time, he deliberately drew out a wisp of pure Zizai Immortal Power, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly breaking the silence of the Corpse Clan's suspended animation below.

"Roar—!!!"

Earth-shattering Corpse roars tore through the spatial stillness!

The Corpse Soldiers piled up like mountains below instantly "woke up," and their withered eyes all simultaneously locked onto the solitary figure in mid-air.

Even more terrifying, from deep within the Corpse tide, hundreds of powerful auras shot into the sky!

Those intelligent Corpse Generals, like a school of sharks smelling blood, surged with the Corpse Soldier frenzy, madly pouncing on Xiao Zhuo!

"Perfect timing!" Xiao Zhuo laughed loudly, advancing instead of retreating.

He did not use his full strength, only evolving wan fa (myriad laws) with the Free and Natural Heavenly Art.

With a light tap of his finger, space rippled like water, instantly shifting several Corpse Generals at the forefront into each other's attack paths, causing them to fight among themselves.

Thunder surged beneath his feet, forming a violent electric prison that incinerated hundreds of Corpse Soldiers.

Divine Soul power transformed into invisible spikes, precisely piercing the core of the Corpse Generals' Soul fires, not instantly killing them but causing their movements to freeze and them to howl in pain.

The Free and Natural Heavenly Art was wielded effortlessly in his hands; spatial folding, Divine Soul impact, thunder chains, corrosive weak water... various Law powers were unleashed in turn.

His figure was like a ghost, weaving freely through the encirclement of Corpse Generals, each strike executed with utmost precision, always avoiding fatal blows while taking the lives of one or two Corpse Generals.

Attribute point information flashed wildly in his mind, but his sole target at this moment was the spatial rift, that scar in the sky!

The battle grew increasingly fierce, and Xiao Zhuo deliberately led the battlefield towards an isolated Peak closer to the spatial rift.

He endured a combined attack from two Corpse Generals on his side, using the force to fly backward and crash into the mountain Peak.

At the same time, he deliberately exposed a weakness.

A burly Corpse General, wielding a giant hammer, roared and gathered all his strength, unleashing a dark, destructive energy wave that fiercely slammed into the mountain Peak where Xiao Zhuo was falling!

"Boom—!!!"

Amidst an earth-shattering roar, the upper half of the small Peak was completely shattered by the violent force!

Countless large and small fragments of rock shot out in all directions like meteors.

Among them, an inconspicuous gray-black boulder, mixed in the sky-filling dust and rock rain, flew at an astonishing speed, precisely towards the spatial rift!

This was Xiao Zhuo's plan!

At the moment of the explosion, he had already activated the Heavenly Illusion Sacred Art, condensing his aura to the extreme, perfectly mimicking the shape, weight, and even the faint energy fluctuations of that flying boulder.

He was like a dead object, mingling within the torrent of real rubble, attempting to deceive the heavens!

The boulder traced a parabolic arc over the chaotic battlefield, and it was now less than a hundred zhang from the spatial rift, which flickered with unstable, eerie light!

Just then, an unexpected change occurred!

Below the rift, a tall figure, who had been sitting like a statue, his aura so obscure it almost merged with the rocks, suddenly opened his eyes!

Those were a pair of deep brown eyes, devoid of emotion and filled with the aura of deathly stillness!

"Hmph! Petty tricks!" A hoarse, dry voice, like metal scraping, rang out.

The figure slowly stood up, and a terrifying aura, far surpassing that of a Corpse General and subtly carrying the majesty of a ruler, suddenly erupted, instantly locking onto all the debris approaching the spatial rift!