66: Chapter 66 Lord Level

Zhao Yi felt his heart shudder when he heard those words.

"Lord Blood Demon," he repeated.

"Demons have an organized structure. The existence of a 'Lord' means there is an organization nearby, and maybe even a lair."

Zhou Han propped himself up with his blade and stood up, his voice hoarse.

"Report to Venerable Lei immediately and request fire support. It's fine for our three squads to clear out these stragglers, but if we run into a Blood Demon-level..."

He did not finish his sentence.

Lord Blood Demon was likely a Lord Level existence among the demons.

According to the Pojun Division's database, their strength was close to a Martial Venerable.

Zhao Yi nodded, raising his wrist to pull up his communication panel.

"Venerable Lei, this is Zhao Yi from the Seventh Squad calling..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

A gust of wind swept past him.

Zhao Yi turned to look.

Li Zhengyang was gone.

"Fuck!" Zhao Yi stood up abruptly, looking in the direction where the demons had fled.

In the distance, a dark figure was hurtling northward at an astonishing speed.

???

"He chased after them?" Lei Hu's face went pale.

Zhao Yi's hand holding the communicator froze in midair.

He hadn't even finished the reporting protocol before the guy had already charged out.

"Is he crazy?!" Zhou Han roared. "There might be a Blood Demon ahead!"

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and pressed the send button.

"Venerable Lei! We've been ambushed by a hundred-strong force of demons in Sector C7. There is a suspected Blood Demon-level leader. Requesting fire support! Also, Number 1001 has broken formation to pursue them!"

...

The rocks beneath Li Zhengyang's feet shattered one after another.

Running at the full speed of the Martial Emperor Rank, he drew a black line across the wasteland outside the wall.

Ahead of him, the fleeing demons scattered in over a dozen directions.

Without hesitation, Li Zhengyang chose the direction where they were most densely packed.

Eight of them.

They weren't slow; with their peak sixth-grade physical power fully unleashed, they could even leap and bound off the rocky cliff walls as they ran.

But in front of a third-grade Martial Emperor, this speed was still far from enough.

In the blink of an eye, Li Zhengyang was already right behind them.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear pierced through the back of one's head and out of its jaw.

He pulled out the spear without stopping his advance.

A nearby demon had just heard the commotion and turned its head, only to meet the tip of the spear, which pierced its head and killed it instantly.

Seeing this, the remaining ones quickened their pace, scattering even further.

Li Zhengyang threw his spear, casually pinning one to death.

With a flash of movement, he caught up to another and shattered its chest cavity with a single punch.

He doubled back to retrieve his spear and continued the chase.

The last demon reached the entrance of a canyon, its legs giving out as it looked back.

It saw Li Zhengyang.

Covered in blood, holding the long spear with flowing patterns in his hand, his face showed no anger, no hatred.

There was only a kind of... excitement, greed?

Like a butcher looking at meat on a chopping board.

"You..." Its eyes were filled with absolute terror. "What on earth are you?"

The humans they had encountered in the past would never pursue them so relentlessly if they ran after losing.

No one had ever hunted them down like this.

Killing one batch and immediately chasing down the next, without even pausing for breath.

As a demon, a ridiculous thought occurred to it for the very first time.

Why was the human in front of it so bloodthirsty?

Who was the real demon here?

Li Zhengyang did not answer.

With a single thrust, the corpse collapsed to the ground.

He squatted down to dig out the core and threw it into his storage space.

Standing up, he cast a glance inside the canyon.

There seemed to be a faint glimmer deep within the canyon.

It was dark red, pulsing rhythmically.

Something was wrong.

Li Zhengyang carried his spear and walked into the canyon.

The rocky walls on both sides narrowed, and the sky overhead became a thin sliver. After walking about three hundred meters, the space ahead suddenly opened up.

It was a vast underground space.

Right in the center of the space stood a three-meter-tall Bone Tower.

The entire tower was constructed from white bones.

Human and beast bones were mixed together, cemented by some kind of dark red substance.

Embedded at the top of the tower was a fist-sized black crystal, emitting unstable pulses of energy.

The ground around the Bone Tower was carved with dense, intricate patterns.

The grooves were filled with dried, dark red liquid.

It was a massive amount of blood.

Just then, footsteps echoed from behind.

Three demons walked in.

They were all carrying bags made of a special material.

Bulging heavily, the bags leaked a pungent stench of blood and faintly glowed with a red light.

"This time, we sacrificed the vitality of over thirty human martial artists to finally gather this batch of blood soul orbs."

The leading demon bounced the bag in its hand, its voice carrying uncontrollable excitement.

Another demon rubbed its bone-spur-covered hands together. "Jie jie jie! With this batch of top-grade goods, Lord Blood Demon's breakthrough to the Overlord Level is a done deal!"

"That's for sure!"

"As long as Lord Blood Demon steps into the Overlord Level, our Blood Demon clan's status in the entire demon circle will definitely skyrocket!"

"Shadow Clan, Battle Demon Clan—they'll all have to become our lackeys!"

At this point, one of the demons suddenly stopped.

With one hand behind its back, it looked up at the Bone Tower at a forty-five-degree angle.

"When that time comes, I'll have to get myself a solid black dark-gold cloak. When the cold wind blows, I'll stand alone against the wind."

The other two demons' eyes lit up as they listened, nodding repeatedly in praise.

"That's the spirit! Get us one too, and we'll be the Blood Demon F3!"

The three demons grew more and more excited as they spoke, spit flying everywhere as if they were already imagining their majestic appearance.

In the shadows.

Li Zhengyang was watching the three demons, his brow furrowed.

These things, which looked like mutated sewer rats, were actually seriously discussing how to act cool here?

And they were talking about it with such vivid detail.

Are they insane?

Whatever, they were all going to turn into points for his system anyway.

The key lay in the words they had just mentioned.

blood soul orbs.

Overlord Level.

[High-vitality aggregate detected: blood soul orb]

[Estimated black market recycling price: 2 million per orb]

Two million per orb?

Li Zhengyang's eyes instantly lit up.

There were at least a dozen orbs in that bag!

Not to mention that Blood Demon who was about to break through to the "Overlord Level"!

What did Overlord Level mean? That was an existence on par with Venerable Lei.

A demon core of this level would definitely fetch an astronomical price!

This was practically the God of Wealth sending him money!

Li Zhengyang tightened his grip on the dragon spear.

He couldn't hold back for even a second longer.

Just as the demon was still staring up at the tower at a forty-five-degree angle, immersed in its fantasy—

*Chii!*

A sharp, air-tearing shriek rang out.

The air seemed to be sliced in two, drawing a white line across the void.

It was too fast.

Before the demon could even shift its posture, the abyssal meteor dragon spear had already pierced straight through the back of its head and emerged from its mouth.

*Thud!*

The powerful momentum sent its body flying backward, pinning it firmly to the ground by the spear.

A one-shot kill.

Black blood splattered all over the other two demons.

??? What is going on?

The demons were so terrified that their bone spurs began to tremble violently, and the bag in their hands fell to the ground.

They hadn't even seen where the attack had come from!

*Tap, tap, tap.*

Footsteps echoed.

Li Zhengyang slowly walked out of the shadows.

He had one hand in his pocket while his other hand rested on the butt of the spear.

*Puchi!*

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the dragon spear.

Standing tall with his spear, he said,

"Spit out everything you know."

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