104: Undead Legion

The remains of the Ghostfire Underworld Crows carpeted the rugged passage, emitting a scorched and chilling aura.

Lin Jingyu stood at the center of the corpses, his burly figure like a reef, impervious to the surrounding evil Qi.

In his hand, the ghostly blue Demonic Core of the Underworld Crow King flashed, instantly converted by the System.

“Ding! Converted a Dharma Aspect Realm First-Layer Ghostfire Underworld Crow King Demonic Core! Obtained evolution points: 30,000 points!”

“Current evolution points: 45,000 points”

Lin Jingyu's eyes were unmoving. Slaughter and harvest were natural and proper.

“Clear the passage, continue forward.” His voice pierced the deadly silence, carrying an undeniable iron will.

“Yes!” This time, all the Demon Suppression Division elites, including Tu Gang, responded in unison, without a trace of hesitation.

The terrifying sight of Lin Jingyu crushing the Ghostfire Underworld Crow swarm was deeply etched into their minds.

Awe had transformed into absolute obedience.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, quickly clearing the messy crow corpses and burning ghostfire remnants from the ground.

Tu Gang swung his Soul Shattering Hammer, smashing a huge charred bone blocking the way. The corner of his eye caught Lin Jingyu's demonic figure, and he tightened his grip on the hammer handle, his knuckles turning white.

The scar on his face twitched slightly, and the deep-seated unwillingness and gloom in his eyes were fiercely suppressed, leaving only cold apprehension.

“This child... cannot be resisted…” He roared inwardly, completely crushing the last trace of dissent.

In this Demonic Den, defying Lin Jingyu was tantamount to suicide.

The team continued deeper in silence.

The passage became wider, but the light grew dimmer, with only some phosphorescent moss on the cave walls, emitting a pale green glow, providing faint illumination.

The air was thick like congealed blood, and the bone-chilling Yin cold was pervasive. Even the Protective Aura of a Divine Treasury Realm Martial Artist emitted faint, overwhelmed hissing sounds.

The erosive power of the evil Qi was rapidly increasing.

“Hiss... such heavy Yin Qi! This cursed place must have seen countless lives perish!” The Chaplain holding a chain gun couldn't help but shiver, his face turning pale.

“Stay alert! The deeper we go, the more dangerous it gets!” Tu Gang roared, his great blade held horizontally in front of him, warily scanning the impenetrable darkness ahead.

He also felt a secret chill; the concentration of evil Qi here far exceeded any area he had previously investigated.

Lin Jingyu walked at the very front, his steps steady.

A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow flowed around his body, isolating the encroaching Yin cold evil Qi, like a breeze sweeping over a mountain rock.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, penetrating layers of darkness, capturing any subtle energy fluctuations.

“Stop.” Lin Jingyu suddenly raised his hand.

Everyone immediately halted, holding their breath.

Ahead, the passage suddenly opened up into a massive natural cavern.

The center of the cavern was not pitch black, but filled with a viscous, surging black mist!

This black mist was not inanimate; it twisted and writhed like living ink, emitting a terrifyingly dead silence that could freeze one's Soul!

At the edge of the black mist, the ground was strangely dark red, as if soaked in blood for thousands of years.

“Dead Silence Demonic Mist!”

An experienced Chaplain, holding a water-splitting dagger, exclaimed in horror, his voice filled with unconcealed fear. “It's said to only breed in extremely Yin and desolate lands! It can corrode Protective Aura and devour vitality. If a Divine Treasury Realm Martial Artist touches even a bit, they'll turn into withered bones in moments! Even a Dharma Aspect Realm Martial Artist won't last long!”

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and even Tu Gang gasped.

This Demonic Mist was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking the path to the core of the Demonic Den.

“Should we go around?” Lei Zhuanghan asked in a booming voice, carrying his Soul Shattering Hammer, his eyes also full of apprehension.

Lin Jingyu did not answer. He gazed at the surging black mist, his eyes cold.

Go around? A waste of time! He took a step, his burly figure heading straight for the despair-inducing Dead Silence Demonic Mist!

“Lord Lin, no!” Chaplain Li cried out in terror.

Tu Gang's eyes narrowed, and he gripped his great blade, but did not stop him.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, Lin Jingyu's figure stepped unimpeded into the thick, inky Dead Silence Demonic Mist!

Hiss—!

Like a red-hot iron plunged into cold water, a piercing corrosive sound instantly erupted!

The surging black mist seemed to have caught the scent of supreme blood, rushing towards him madly, trying to penetrate his mouth and nose, corrode his skin, and devour his flesh and vitality!

However!

The faint silver glow on Lin Jingyu's body suddenly became clear and solid! As if he had donned a battle armor flowing with Star Glow!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The black mist frantically impacted and corroded the Star Glow Battle Armor, emitting a teeth-grinding sound, with sparks flying everywhere!

The Star Glow Battle Armor's surface shimmered with light, and the terrifying defensive power of the Star Body Tempering Method Great Perfection was activated to its extreme, forcefully isolating the Dead Silence Demonic Mist, which was capable of melting metal and corroding bones, to an inch outside his body!

No matter how the black mist surged and attacked, it could not truly penetrate even a fraction!

Thus, he walked, step by step, steadily and firmly, through the deadly Demonic Mist, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, as if they had seen a ghost!

Wherever he passed, the black mist was forcibly pushed aside, leaving a brief empty passage, which was then immediately filled by the surging black mist from behind.

“Hiss…” Gasps of cold air linked together.

“Directly resisting the Dead Silence Demonic Mist... completely unharmed?”

“Is this... is this still a human? His Physical Body defense... it's simply…” The Chaplain holding a ghost-head saber muttered, his worldview violently shaken.

Tu Gang looked at the burly figure walking like a deity in the Demonic Mist, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and the last shred of hope was completely extinguished.

This Lin Jingyu was simply a Primordial Vicious Beast in human skin!

Lin Jingyu was oblivious to the horror behind him.

He felt the pressure from the Star Body Tempering Method under the Demonic Mist's erosion, and far from being afraid, he felt a sense of excitement from the tempering.

“The pressure isn't great enough.” He silently thought, quickening his pace, heading towards the most concentrated core of the Demonic Mist deep within the cavern.

In the core area, the Demonic Mist churned like boiling water.

The ground was no longer dark red, but covered with a thick layer of pale white withered bones!

There were human forms, beast forms, and more unidentifiable giant skeletons.

A chilling malice, originating from the depths of the Soul, spread like a venomous snake from deep within the bone mountain, locking onto the intruder!

“Woo—!”

A low, hoarse horn sound, as if from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell, suddenly rang out without warning!

The horn sound carried a strange penetrative power, ignoring physical obstructions and directly affecting the Soul!

Several weaker Tendon Changing Realm Chaplains on the wall instantly felt a heavy blow, grunting, blood seeping from their seven orifices, their eyes unfocused, almost Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering on the spot!

“Soul Suppressing Demonic Sound! Guard your minds!” Tu Gang roared, his Qi and blood erupting around him, forcibly resisting the invisible Soul impact, his face instantly turning a few shades paler.

The others were even more unsteady, relying entirely on willpower to support themselves.

Lin Jingyu's steps paused. The horn sound impacted his Sea of Consciousness, like colliding with the Unzhou Divine Mountain!

The Void Realm behind him twisted slightly, and a miniaturized, fleeting Dharma Aspect phantom, emitting the power of a dead star, flashed by!

Boom!

The invisible mental storm in his Sea of Consciousness was instantly crushed by the power of the Dharma Aspect!

His eyes remained cold and clear, as if the terrifying Soul Suppressing Demonic Sound was merely a gentle breeze.

“Playing tricks.” Lin Jingyu snorted coldly, his gaze like lightning, piercing through layers of Demonic Mist and bone mountains, locking onto the source of the horn sound—a huge figure sitting cross-legged at the top of the bone mountain!

The figure was three zhang tall, entirely composed of jet-black metal bones that seemed to absorb all light!

Between the bone gaps, viscous, asphalt-like dark red energy flowed.

It had no head; above its neck bone, a hideous crown, forged from countless tiny skull bones, floated!

At the center of the crown, a huge eye, burning with a ghostly green flame, was embedded!

It sat cross-legged, a nearly zhang-long pale white giant horn resting horizontally on its lap. The end of the horn was inlaid with several twisted, wailing vengeful spirit heads, and the terrifying Soul Suppressing Demonic Sound had just emanated from it!

Behind it, shadowy figures stood, dozens of them, all emitting powerful deathly aura. There were Skeleton Generals holding huge bone scythes, Ghost Banshees floating in mid-air dragging long chains of vengeful spirits, and skeletal Demonic Beasts crawling on the ground like giant lizards... Without exception, their aura had all reached the Peak of the Divine Treasure Realm! This was a terrifying army composed of the dead!

“Dharma Aspect Realm... Ghost King!”

Tu Gang's voice trembled slightly; even through the Demonic Mist, he could feel the suffocatingly terrifying pressure emanating from the headless skeleton!

Far surpassing the previous Ghostfire Underworld Crow King!

Lin Jingyu's eyes, however, instantly blazed with fervor! Like a hunter spotting the fattest prey!

Dharma Aspect Realm Ghost King!

A massive amount of evolution points!

He ignored the terrifying undead legion, his gaze solely fixed on the headless skeleton on the bone mountain throne.

“Finally found you.”

Lin Jingyu's lips curved into a cold and cruel arc, and his Battle Intent erupted with a roar, like a dormant volcano beginning to erupt!

“Your life, I'm taking it.”