101: Chapter 101 Bandits Enter the City

Li Zhengyang didn't have the patience for them.

The ground was littered with walking ATMs; every second wasted was a sign of disrespect to the great xia currency.

He tapped his toes.

A sonic boom exploded on the ground, and Li Zhengyang instantly transformed into a black bolt of lightning, diving straight into the demon formation.

He swung the abyssal meteor dragon spear in a wide arc and smashed it forward.

With his 4th-Grade Martial Venerable qi and blood fully unleashed, protected by the Indestructible Golden Body, and boosted by the hundred-percent multiplier of the Ancient Dragon Power.

"Bang!"

The dragon spear swept horizontally.

Dozens of demons in the front row, holding special bone shields, were blasted into a mist of blood along with their shields.

The demons crowded behind them were sent flying backward in droves.

Broken arms and legs were scattered everywhere, and blood instantly stained the ground black.

Li Zhengyang didn't even look at the corpses; he lifted his left hand, and the micro-spatial storage in his tactical watch activated.

The demon cores scattered in the pools of blood flew into the watch with a swooshing sound.

Each one was worth five hundred thousand.

"Refreshing!" Li Zhengyang shouted, not stopping his pace.

Thunder Fall.

Lightning poured out along the tip of the spear, exploding within the dense crowd of demons.

High-voltage arcs jumped, and a dozen demons instantly turned into charcoal.

He was like an indefatigable bulldozer.

In the army formation of ten thousand, he forcefully carved a path of blood and vacuum.

Lei Hu carried his thunderstorm warblade and was the first to charge into the city gate.

Behind him, the five hundred veterans all had reddened eyes, ready to fight for their lives upon entering.

But when they rushed in and saw, they were all stunned.

A flat, open road had been cleared in the middle.

Li Zhengyang was sprinting in the front alone, swinging his dragon spear like a windmill.

The demons couldn't even get within ten meters of him; those who touched him died, and those who brushed against him perished.

Lei Hu looked down at his feet; apart from minced meat, there were only hollowed-out corpses.

Not even a scrap of a demon core was left.

"What the hell!"

Lei Hu stamped his feet in anxiety, slamming his thunderstorm warblade onto the ground. "The Department Head is eating alone! He didn't even leave us a sip of soup!"

Next to him, Zhao Yi was also getting anxious; he was usually such a steady person, but his face was flushed red now.

"Brothers! The sides! Look at the sides!"

Zhao Yi pointed to the demons overturned by the shockwaves on both sides of the bloody path. "The middle belongs to the Department Head, the sides belong to us! Grab them! Demon cores are money! If we don't grab them, we won't even be able to afford our wives!"

"Screw it! Grab the money!"

The five hundred Pojun Division veterans went completely crazy.

They had already been stimulated by Li Zhengyang's ten-million pension and million-dollar bonuses until their eyes were glowing green.

Now that they saw cash deposits covering the ground, they no longer cared about formations or tactics.

They pounced toward the flanks like wolves and tigers.

A 6th-Grade Bone Demon had just been knocked over by the wind of Li Zhengyang's dragon spear; it had barely managed to prop itself up with its bone shield and hadn't even stood steady yet.

Five veterans had already surrounded it.

Five thunderstorm warblades were raised high above their heads in unison.

"Don't fight me for it! I saw it first!"

"You chop the legs, I'll hack the head!"

Slash!

A flash of lightning passed.

The thunderstorm warblade cut into the demon's bone armor as if it were nothing.

That Bone Demon, which could usually withstand several rounds of concentrated fire, was chopped into seven or eight pieces on the spot.

A veteran was quick-witted; he flicked his blade tip and scooped the demon core into his pocket.

"Old Li, you bastard! We agreed to split it evenly, how are your hands so fast!"

"Nonsense! If your hands are slow, you eat dirt! Go find the next one!"

These veterans were blinded by bloodlust, their division of labor extremely clear.

One person was responsible for breaking shields, another for delivering the finishing blow; their efficiency was absurdly high.

The Demon Commander on the city wall lay on the battlements looking down, his eyeballs almost popping out.

Is this what they call war?

The ten thousand elite defenders of the Mad Demon Fortress now looked like fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered in a pigsty.

"Form up! Form up! Use the bone spears to stab them to death!" the commander roared at the top of his lungs.

Hundreds of demons who had snapped out of it quickly gathered, aiming their bone spears at the few veterans who had rushed over.

One veteran couldn't dodge in time, and his thigh was slashed by a spear.

The demons were just about to grin cruelly.

The veteran didn't even frown, pulled a pill from his pocket, and tossed it into his mouth.

White smoke rose.

The wound healed in the blink of an eye.

The veteran spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, waved his thunderstorm warblade, and directly chopped the head off that demon.

"With the medicine the Department Head gave us, what is there to fear! Fight to the death!"

The demons fell into complete despair.

These humans not only had strange weapons, but their protective gear couldn't be pierced either.

Even if they risked their lives to leave a cut on them, the humans would pop a pill and be instantly full of vigor.

Conversely, on their side.

Whenever they were grazed by that dragon spear, the Dragon Soul Bone Erosion effect would directly disable all regenerative abilities.

The wounds not only wouldn't heal, but they kept festering.

"Run! This can't be fought!"

I don't know which demon shouted first, but it dropped its shield and ran wildly into the city.

This flight triggered a chain reaction.

The originally tight defense line collapsed instantly, and the ten thousand demons began to discard their armor and flee in all directions.

"Don't run! I haven't cut enough yet!"

Lei Hu chased wildly behind them with his blade, running until the soles of his shoes were almost worn flat.

Li Zhengyang was at the very front, killing with even more excitement.

He activated the Soaring Dragon Sky-Stepping Footwork frequently, flickering back and forth among the retreating soldiers.

Wherever the demons were dense, he would appear there.

Soon, the outer city was cleared.

Li Zhengyang took the lead and charged straight toward the core residential area in the middle of the fortress.

This area was densely packed with buildings, all constructed from huge black stones.

Several 7th-Grade demons had just rushed out of a stone house and hadn't even seen the situation outside clearly.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear smashed down directly on their heads.

Without any extra movements, the three 7th-Grade demons didn't even have a chance to resist and were smashed into meat paste.

"Too weak."

Li Zhengyang flicked the blood off his dragon spear.

For a Martial Venerable, fighting these 7th-Grade demon beasts didn't even count as a warm-up.

He looked up toward the deepest part of the fortress.

There stood a huge palace built entirely of white bone, which was also the core of this fortress.

Commander Gu Sha was inside.

The veterans also caught up at this time, all covered in blood, but their eyes were frighteningly excited.

Their pockets were all bulging.

"Department Head, the outer city is cleared."

Assistant Chen Feng stepped forward, switched his blade to his other hand, his newly grown right arm exceptionally flexible: "That big palace in front should be the master of this damn place."

Li Zhengyang nodded, held his dragon spear horizontally at his side, and was just about to speak.

Suddenly.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion came from inside the white bone palace in the deepest part of the fortress.

The earth shook violently, and cracks instantly crawled all over the walls of the surrounding black stone buildings.

Immediately after.

"Bang!"

The roof of the palace was lifted directly by a violent force, and bone fragments fell in all directions like raindrops.

A pillar of blood-colored light broke through the ruins and shot straight into the sky!

The gray clouds originally in the sky were torn apart by this blood pillar, rolling into a huge blood-colored vortex.

Accompanying the blood pillar rising into the sky was a terrifying pressure that felt like it had substance.

This pressure swept across the entire Mad Demon Fortress like a tidal wave, and wherever it passed, the air became heavy as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The five hundred veterans who had been murderous just a moment ago felt their knees go weak the moment they touched this pressure.

The few with slightly weaker cultivation spat out a mouthful of blood and were forced to half-kneel on the ground.

Assistant Chen Feng's face turned pale instantly, staring fixedly at the direction of the palace.

"Overlord Level demon..."

Assistant Chen Feng's voice trembled, and the hand holding the blade shook uncontrollably.

In the blood-red pillar of light, a figure in bone armor slowly rose into the air.

It lowered its head.

A pair of vertical pupils, across a distance of several thousand meters, locked firmly onto Li Zhengyang at the very front.

"Human, give me your life!"