117: Chapter 117 Soul Demon Meat Grinder

The outer perimeter of the Soul Demon Abyss.

The mist was thick.

Li Zhengyang walked with his hands in his pockets, his pace leisurely.

The psychic magnetic field here was chaotic.

If it were any other Martial Venerable, walking here would impede their blood circulation, and their brain region would be eroded by the mist.

He didn't even raise his eyelids; his sea of consciousness opened completely with a roar.

His first-grade Psychic Power spread out violently, forcibly pushing away the mist that obstructed his vision.

The terrain and mist within a hundred-meter radius were instantly constructed into a holographic 3D map in his mind.

Densely packed clusters of light were huddled in the shadows all around; they were all low-grade Soul Demons.

"There are quite a lot of them."

Li Zhengyang stopped and gave a wicked smile.

The masculine scent of living blood and qi was too conspicuous in this dead, silent place.

The Soul Demons in the shadows began to riot.

Thousands of low-grade Soul Demons caught the scent of living blood and qi and swarmed out wildly from all directions.

They drifted rapidly along the ground, their twisted shadows stretching out.

They were less than a hundred meters away.

Thousands of Soul Demons opened their mouths simultaneously.

A shrill shriek exploded across the flat ground.

The surrounding dead trees were instantly blown into wood chips, and the giant rocks on the ground were shattered by the sheer force.

This sound wave not only possessed physical destructive power, but it could also act directly on the brain region.

Without psychic protective gear, this shriek would be enough to cause bleeding from the seven orifices and instant brain death.

The invisible ripples collided with Li Zhengyang.

As the psychic pierce drilled into his brain region, it was instantly swallowed by the vast barrier of his sea of consciousness, causing no reaction.

Li Zhengyang tilted his head and smiled silently.

"What are you screeching for? Even if you're in a rush to send me money, you have to wait in line."

He flicked his wrist.

Hum!

Twelve Tiangang Flying Blades rose into the air and hovered in mid-air.

The pitch-black blades lined up, and his powerful Psychic Power adhered directly to the surface of the blades, vibrating and creating visible ripples in the air.

"Go."

Twelve black lines trailed sonic booms as they flew headlong into the group of Soul Demons.

Controlled by Psychic Power, they completely ignored the limitations of physical inertia.

Right-angle turns and instantaneous reversals were just basic operations.

The flying blades connected head-to-tail, spinning and cutting frantically.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The dozens of Soul Demons rushing toward him had no room to resist and were instantly shredded by the sharp blades.

Their bodies collapsed rapidly, dropping crystal after crystal.

He moved his consciousness again.

The flying blades darted up and down, specifically targeting the densest core of the Soul Demons.

Every strike was fatal.

Wherever the Tiangang Flying Blades passed, hundreds to thousands of Soul Demons dissipated on the spot.

Li Zhengyang stood in place, not moving a single step.

He raised his left hand, and the storage space of his tactical watch opened.

The soul crystals scattered all over the ground were drawn in, flying into the watch with a whoosh.

[Account credit: soul crystal + 1]

[Account credit: soul crystal + 1]

[Account credit: soul crystal + 1]

...

High-grade materials that started at hundreds of thousands of credits per soul crystal on the market were being credited in the hundreds and thousands.

Li Zhengyang's eyes were full of joy.

This money was too satisfying to earn.

A few stray sixth-grade Soul Demons bypassed the flying blade net and pounced in front of him.

Their sharp claws carried a highly toxic, corrosive aura, aiming straight for his crown.

Li Zhengyang reached out with his right hand in reverse.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear was unsheathed.

He activated his Indestructible Golden Body, and the power of his blood and qi poured into the spear shaft.

"Thunder Fall!"

Pitch-black thunder exploded violently at the tip of the spear, sweeping out in a semicircle.

Those few sixth-grade Soul Demons were hit head-on by the arcs of thunder, their souls scattered instantly, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The melee dragon spear cleared the stragglers, while the long-range flying blades reaped them in large swathes.

Dual-line operation, seamlessly connected.

The entire defensive line of the Soul Demon Abyss perimeter was forcibly turned into a mowing game by him alone.

...

At the headquarters' supreme command conference room.

There was dead silence.

The technician's hands hammered the keyboard frantically, forcibly filtering out the electromagnetic static interference on the screen and projecting the highest-definition footage onto the big screen.

Several staff officers mainly responsible for strategic analysis stared at the energy charts on their computers, their hands holding pens trembling uncontrollably.

"Reporting to all officers... the psychic energy readings on the outer perimeter of the target... have been cleared by fifty percent."

A group of military bigwigs gathered around the table, all staring blankly.

Commander Chu Xiong pointed at the screen and cursed aloud.

"The hell do you call this war? A defensive line of thousands of high-risk Soul Demons, and this kid is treating it like harvesting wheat!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo nodded repeatedly, rubbing his hands in excitement.

"A genius! An absolute genius! He has pushed the crowd-control advantages of a Psychokineticist to the extreme."

"Others fear the Soul Demons' psychic pierce the most, but look at him, he's just tanking it directly with his Psychic Power!"

The old man turned to stare at Qin Zhan.

"Old Qin, don't dawdle! We must get this kid to our headquarters! Whatever resources he wants, you just name it!"

Qin Zhan crossed his arms, staring at the dark figure on the screen who was killing monsters and collecting wealth at the same time, unable to speak for a long while.

Lei Qianjue rolled his eyes from the side.

"Bring him over? Can you afford to keep him? This kid just swiped ten billion in medicinal pills from the treasury in a few dozen seconds! Let him be stationed at headquarters, and within three months, the national treasury will be bottomed out!"

Commander Chu Xiong widened his eyes.

"Even if it's emptied, I accept it! He's worth that much!"

In the footage.

Li Zhengyang advanced without obstruction, pushing forward a full five kilometers.

The low-grade Soul Demons on the outer perimeter were wiped out.

In his tactical watch, over a thousand soul crystals were already piled up.

He stopped and raised his hand in a beckoning gesture.

The twelve flying blades flew back and hovered around him.

The black mist ahead began to become viscous.

A powerful aura was rising from the bottom of the abyss.

The gravel on the ground began to tremble irregularly, and the intensity of the psychic magnetic field in the air soared.

The sense of oppression transmitted back by the surveillance camera made the old generals in the conference room feel their scalps tingle.

Qin Zhan straightened his posture, his expression grave.

"The old monster's seal has loosened another step."

"A Martial Saint-level Soul Demon; if this kid goes any further, it's definitely not something flying blades can handle."

Lei Qianjue had no time for nonsense; he immediately opened the highest level of encrypted access and called Li Zhengyang's personal communication device.

"Li Zhengyang! Withdraw immediately after clearing the perimeter! Don't be stubborn! You can't handle what's inside!"

Deep in the Soul Demon Abyss.

Li Zhengyang heard Lei Qianjue's roar from his tactical watch.

He didn't reply.

He swiped his hand and turned the volume to the lowest setting.

Lei Qianjue's voice disappeared.

He looked up at the thick fog ahead.

Withdraw?

Li Zhengyang gripped the abyssal meteor dragon spear tightly.

"Since I'm already here."

He stomped his foot, and the Soaring Dragon Sky-Stepping Footwork was activated.

Carrying his spear, he dove headfirst into the thick fog.

In the command room, Lei Qianjue grabbed the battle armor next to him.

"First Squadron, follow me! This little bastard actually dares to send himself in!"

The fully armed assault team rushed out of the base gate, and Lei Qianjue gritted his teeth and accelerated wildly.

"You better take it easy, kid."