125: Chapter 125 The Demolition Office's Ruthless General!

Facing Li Zhengyang's spear-raising provocation, the Soul Prince standing atop the altar showed no sign of anger.

He lightly flipped his wrist.

The energy ball in his palm dissipated into a few wisps of smoke.

The energy was spent.

The Soul Prince straightened his robes and looked down from his high vantage point.

"Killing you directly would be truly boring."

His words were laced with lofty contempt.

"This shell is perfect. But my Lord has slept for too long; to awaken the ancestor, Qi and blood alone are far from enough."

"The altar needs to be irrigated with the purest fear and despair."

The Soul Prince raised his black eyes, locking onto the muddy ground not far behind.

The four remaining members of the Raven Squad were lying limp there.

"Let's start with your companions."

Captain Wu Ao's bones were already rattling from fear; hearing this, his crotch immediately became warm and wet.

He froze in place, his hand trembling as he reached down, touched the liquid, and took a sniff.

He let out a long breath, his tensed shoulders finally relaxing.

"Oh, it's just urine. I thought it was sweat. How could a dignified Grade 5 Psychokineticist like me be scared into sweating?"

The Soul Prince completely ignored these ants and flicked his finger toward that direction.

Hum!

A ripple spread along the red mist.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Dozens of thick, black tentacles were the first to burst from the ground.

Following that, one massive creature after another squeezed out from beneath the earth.

They were all Grade 8 Soul Demons!

A rough glance revealed forty or fifty of them.

The aura of each one was in no way inferior to the one Captain Wu Ao had fought to the death earlier.

The red mist was pushed aside by the bodies of the Soul Demons, and a sour, rotten stench filled the entire valley floor.

Captain Wu Ao's mouth hung agape, his jaw dislocated without him even noticing, and drool streamed down his chin.

A single Grade 8 Soul Demon was something their six-man Raven Squad had barely managed to kill after exhausting all their trump cards.

Now, there were forty or fifty.

There was no point in fighting this.

What made one's skin crawl was that after breaking through the ground, these Grade 8 Soul Demons did not immediately attack.

They tacitly surrounded the Raven Squad, compressing them into a small circle.

The lead Grade 8 Soul Demon opened its massive maw, thrusting it within half a meter of Captain Wu Ao's face.

"Roar!"

A psychic shriek pierced into Captain Wu Ao's mind.

"Ah!!!"

Captain Wu Ao clawed through his own scalp with both hands, rolling in the mud.

This kind of damage was so painful that one couldn't even pass out; he could only remain awake, feeling the agonizing sensation of his brain tissue being scraped away bit by bit.

Following Captain Wu Ao's screams, wisps of red energy drifted straight toward the altar behind.

The ancient markings on the surface of the altar began to glow with a dim light.

The Soul Prince was satisfied with this masterpiece.

He turned back, spread his arms, and once again stared at the spear-wielding youth in front of him.

"Do you see? This is the fate of the weak."

"Listen to these screams; their despair is the best nourishment for my Lord's resurrection. Once they are drained dry, it will be your turn."

Aside from the inhuman wails of the Raven Squad, there was no other sound.

The Soul Prince stood silently for a few seconds, his brows knitting slightly.

That spear-wielding human hadn't even turned his head to look once from start to finish.

Was he scared stupid?

Li Zhengyang had indeed moved.

But he paid absolutely no attention to the Raven Squad screaming miserably behind him, nor did he look at the Soul Prince spouting nonsense in mid-air.

Li Zhengyang stared intently at the ancient altar, which stood dozens of meters high, swallowing hard.

His Sea of Consciousness was fully open.

Not a shred of his Psychic Power was being used to guard against the surrounding Soul Demons; instead, it was completely covering the Seal Formation markings on the altar.

Li Zhengyang even began to carefully measure the altar from a distance, muttering rapidly to himself.

"Starting at a height of thirty meters, with a base width of... fifty meters."

"This damned stone is entirely cyan, possesses an inherent extreme cold attribute, and can conduct psychic energy, directly converting fear into an energy source."

The more Li Zhengyang scanned, the more excited he became, his breathing growing heavier.

"Pure Profound Yin Rock! On the black market outside, a piece the size of a pigeon egg fetches a price of nearly several hundred thousand! An entire altar like this... just how many tons would that be?"

He calculated frantically in his mind.

"Taking it apart into pieces would be too much trouble, and my tactical watch definitely can't hold it all."

"I have to pull it up by the roots! I'll just wrap it in my Psychic Power and drag it out by force."

"If I can drag this thing back to the Pojun Division headquarters intact and sell it to those research maniacs who study Formations, I should at least be able to sell it by the pound in the hundreds of millions, right?"

"That old geezer Qin Zhan has plenty of money. He just shelled out twenty billion for these losers in the Raven Squad; the main treasury must still have some fat to squeeze. Asking him for several hundred billion for this top-tier altar isn't too much, right?"

By the time he finished calculating, Li Zhengyang was grinning from ear to ear.

This wasn't the perilous Soul Demon Abyss.

This was a solid gold mine for getting rich!

Atop the altar, the Soul Prince's composed face completely collapsed.

His self-satisfied "game of despair" was worth absolutely nothing in front of this human!

That kid opposite him had his gaze fixed past him, hands gesturing in the air as if he were about to bring out a tape measure to take measurements on the spot.

What was he doing?

Was he calculating how to dismantle this Prince's altar? To sell for money?!

What kind of lunatic was this!

The Soul Prince had been imprisoned in the pitch-black Soul Demon Abyss for over a hundred years; when had he ever suffered such blatant disregard!

"Ant."

The pressure belonging to a Martial Saint crashed down with a boom.

The surrounding red mist was evaporated by the shockwave.

He didn't want to play any game of despair anymore.

He just wanted to twist off the head of this human reeking of copper and money and stomp it into a pulp!

Swish!

The Soul Prince's figure vanished into thin air.

Space distorted!

In the time of a single breath, he was already right in front of Li Zhengyang.

His withered right hand, wreathed in Death Qi, struck straight for the top of Li Zhengyang's head.

"Since you are interested in this Prince's altar, then use your brains as a sacrifice for it!"

A Martial Saint's strike in anger.

Even if another Martial Saint were standing here, they would not dare to underestimate this blow.

However, Li Zhengyang merely flicked his right hand upward.

Muscle memory forged through thousands of life-and-death trials, combined with the instinctive crisis warning of the Tyrannosaurus Bone.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear stuck nearby was pulled out with immense force.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. Sinking his hips, he utilized his full explosive power to swing the butt of the dragon spear from bottom to top in a full crescent arc.

Indestructible Golden Body, activate!

Shura Armor, full power!

The butt of the spear met the palm descending from above, smashing into it fiercely!

You want to slap my head, I'll smash your hand to pieces!

On the surface of the spear shaft, thunder leaped and expanded.

Two forces, one large and one small, collided in mid-air.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening sonic boom exploded across the valley floor.

A shockwave pushed out horizontally, centered on the two of them.

Crack, crack, crack!

The surface of the crimson stone, which had remained immortal for centuries, cracked open into dozens of ravines.

The shockwave kicked up a sky full of debris.

The Grade 8 Soul Demons behind were sent staggering by the impact force.

Captain Wu Ao and the others were sent flying along with the mud, slamming heavily against the mountain wall, their fate unknown.

The dust dissipated rapidly.

At the center of the clash, Li Zhengyang stood in place, still maintaining the posture of swinging upward with one hand.

His body hadn't retreated half an inch; his feet stood firmly in a deep crater.

Looking back at the Soul Prince, who had just been so arrogant.

In this head-on collision, he had actually been forced to lean his upper body backward and was pushed back half a step!

Black smoke continuously rose from his withered right hand, scorched by the thunder.

The valley floor fell eerily silent.

Li Zhengyang withdrew his stance, vibrated the dragon spear to the side, and the spear tip scraped against the stone floor, sending up a shower of sparks.

He stared at the Soul Prince, who had retreated half a step, and grinned.

"You've got decent strength, old thing."

Before the words had even faded, he exerted force through his arm, the spear tip pointing straight at the Soul Prince's throat.

"I wonder if a Martial Saint-level head can fetch a good price if I chop it off?"

Bang!

The ground collapsed a second time.

Li Zhengyang stomped the ground, and a thunderous shadow charged into the sky to attack.

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