Chapter 20 The Entire Village Transformed into Demons

Villagers?

Chen Mu's movements stalled.

Just now, he had only managed to focus on those eerie eyes and the cold, sticky blood; he truly hadn't looked closely at their attire.

Startled by Liu Ziming's sudden reminder, Chen Mu's gaze instantly sharpened.

He hurriedly activated the Divine Void Step, his toes lightly touching the ground; in an instant, his figure transformed into several afterimages that were hard to distinguish between real and illusory.

Like a ghost, he advanced toward the monsters, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

This time, he saw clearly.

These monsters were dressed in various ways, wearing coarse cloth and hemp garments, the style commonly worn by commoners.

Although they were covered in blood and had dazed, foolish expressions, they were indeed undoubtedly villagers.

But their posture was extremely terrifying.

Each one was on all fours like cattle or horses, their limbs twisted into bizarre positions, their fingertips pitch black, as if they had sharp claws.

When moving, they hunched their shoulders and arched their backs, moving with abnormal speed.

They looked exactly like bloodthirsty beasts!

And what made one's scalp numb the most was their faces; their features vaguely maintained the shape of a human, but their skin was taut, covered in downy hair, and their complexions were faintly greenish.

Their pupils were vertically slit like needles, reflecting a faint light under the blood mist.

Their noses were slightly shrunken, but their lips were split wide to the sides, revealing exceptionally sharp teeth.

This was simply not a human face; it looked more like a cat's face growing on a person.

All the villagers were in this state; some were young, some old.

Chen Mu was shocked, subconsciously whispering, "These villagers have actually all been Demonic-Transformed..."

So-called Demonic-Transformation is generally caused by being eroded and possessed by a great Yao, where both the Physical Body and soul are transformed by Demonic Qi, eventually becoming half-human, half-Yao Puppets.

Furthermore, it could be taking a wicked path, Cultivating some extremely sinister heterodox arts, drawing Demonic Qi into the body, and thus becoming a demonic evil.

But regardless, these were just isolated cases.

But like the villagers of Sangye Village, for an entire village, regardless of age or gender, to be Demonic-Transformed at almost the same time and in the same way, was simply unheard of!

In other words, collective Demonic-Transformation; if it's not a great catastrophe, it's a great evil. Once it spreads, I fear the entire Yunmeng City will be reduced to a ghost domain of the Monster Realm.

By then, let alone him, Chen Mu, even if Xu Changze or even the Special Envoy were to arrive in person, I fear it would be difficult to handle.

Sweat had already begun to bead on Chen Mu's forehead, and he secretly thought that this trip had been somewhat reckless.

This trip to Sangye Village was much more troublesome and dangerous than he had anticipated!

At this moment, Liu Ziming beside him spoke hesitantly.

"Chen Mu, this matter is truly too sinister. In my opinion, I fear we cannot resolve it with just the two of us."

"Why don't we first retreat to Yunmeng City, report to Master Xu, and then report it to the Demon Suppression Division to handle!"

Chen Mu thought for a moment, nodded immediately, and then grabbed Liu Ziming, exerting his full strength to use the Divine Void Step.

Several afterimages appeared in the blood mist, narrowly passing through the Demonic-Transformed villagers.

"Awoo——"

Sensing that the two were about to escape, the Demonic-Transformed villagers suddenly became frantic. Their roars rose and fell, and their speed in reaching out actually became several times faster.

They no longer attacked blindly but had faintly developed a trend of coordinated combat, pressing in from all directions, constantly compressing the two men's space for movement!

Chen Mu immediately became vigilant.

Not only were these Demonic-Transformed villagers gathering in greater numbers, but among them, he couldn't help but sense the presence of others who were also at the Dao Entry Realm!

This place is not suitable for a long stay!

Relying on his Divine Void Step, which had reached Perfection, Chen Mu narrowly dodged while pulling Liu Ziming along.

Occasionally, he would draw his sword to block a fatal attack, but he dared not unleash the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique to kill them.

Liu Ziming also gritted his teeth and swung his saber; although his arm was numb and the Qi and blood in his chest were surging ceaselessly, he barely managed to protect himself and followed closely in Chen Mu's footsteps.

The two fought while retreating, not daring to stop for even a moment, relying on their memory to withdraw toward the direction of the village entrance.

The blood mist churned, blocking out the sky and sun.

Their ears were filled with the sound of wind whistling, sorrowful roars, and the sound of sharp claws tearing through the air.

Not knowing how long they had been fleeing, Chen Mu suddenly stalled his steps, grabbed Liu Ziming, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Why did you stop?"

Liu Ziming panted heavily and looked back at him.

Chen Mu did not speak, only pointed with the tip of his sword.

Looking in that direction, one could see withered branches scattered on the ground, and not far away lay a corpse that had been chewed to pieces.

That corpse had no head!

Liu Ziming stumbled back a few steps, his face full of astonishment.

What is this?

They had fought desperately, maneuvering around.

After going around and around, they had actually returned to the original spot.

Is this a ghost wall?

No, I fear the situation is even worse!

Liu Ziming looked at Chen Mu, whose face was as dark as water, and suddenly remembered that inexplicable remark the other had made when they were in the side room.

"We can't leave. If this matter isn't resolved, I fear we won't be able to get out."

Looking at the current situation again—the blood mist churning, monsters blocking the way, and all their hard efforts leading back to the starting point.

Damn it, his words came true!

Immediately, he hesitated no longer, lifted his robe to wipe the blood off his blade, held the blade horizontally in front of him, and struck a stance.

Finding himself in a desperate situation, it instead spurred a spirit of burning their bridges behind them.

His blade strikes were no longer purely for self-preservation; they had gained a bit more sharpness and ruthlessness. His Shura Saber technique was used with incomparable precision; wherever the blade went, it was accompanied by shrill wails and spurting crimson blood.

The blood mist became a bit thicker.

Chen Mu's eyes changed slightly as he watched the other's blade rise and fall, and the monsters howling in counterattack. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his heart!

Cannot kill anymore!

Just now, when he killed that monster, he had already keenly sensed that something was wrong; every time one died, this blood mist became a bit thicker.

Once the mist thickened, those monsters seemed to gain assistance; not only did their speed increase, but the madness in their eyes was even greater than before!

He saw with his own eyes an old woman dressed as a village matron, whose speed when lunging to kill was so fast it actually left an afterimage!

How is this still an ordinary monster? It had clearly entered the threshold of the Martial Dao.

If it were just one, it would be fine, but this is an entire village, hundreds or thousands of Demonic-Transformed villagers!

If they continued to kill, it would only cause these villagers' strength to rise to an uncontrollable level, and the two would have only one path: death.

How exactly should they break this situation?