126: How many more evil spirits are there? Bring them all out!

The Gold-Robed Man stared fixedly at the golden formation that had turned the entire square into a cage.

Feeling the terrifying power within it—enough to suppress all things—the last sliver of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

But he was unwilling to accept this.

He was an Elder of the Eternal Life Cult, a powerhouse standing at the peak above countless people. How could he just sit here and wait for death like a lamb to the slaughter?

"I don't believe it!"

He let out a roar that didn't sound human. Forcing down his churning blood, he condensed all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into his right palm.

Dark-gold energy gathered frantically, forming an extremely unstable sphere of light that radiated an aura of destruction.

This was his life-risking final strike!

"Break for me!"

The Gold-Robed Man's face was distorted and hideous as he used all his strength to hurl the energy sphere toward the golden light barrier.

The sphere trailed a long tail of flame, carrying his final hope as it arrived in an instant.

However, the scene that followed caused him to fall completely into the abyss.

Boom—!

Accompanied by a massive explosion, the energy sphere slammed hard into the golden barrier.

Yet, it had no effect; it didn't even stir a single ripple.

The barrier merely brightened slightly, like a calm lake swallowing a small pebble, neutralizing that terrifying energy—capable of leveling a mountain—into nothingness.

Immediately after, a counter-shock force more than ten times stronger than his own attack roared back along the original path.

Bang—!

The Gold-Robed Man had no time to react before he was struck head-on by this massive force.

He felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible giant hammer. His internal organs were displaced, and his protective spiritual energy collapsed instantly.

Pfft—!

He spat out another large mouthful of blood. His body was sent flying back like a broken kite for over a dozen meters, slamming heavily into the ground with an unknown number of broken bones.

He struggled to get up, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Chen Nian glanced at him with a look that was like watching an ant that didn't know its own limits trying to shake a massive tree.

He only gave a contemptuous smile, as if mocking him, and said faintly:

"My formation is not the same thing as those trash formations of yours."

"Don't waste your energy."

Every word of this speech was like a steel needle, stabbing deep into the hearts of all the Eternal Life Cult members present.

Indeed, the Secret Grand Formation they were so proud of had been crushed by a casual stomp of his foot.

Yet the formation he had set up at will had become an insurmountable chasm for them.

This gap was already so vast that people couldn't even muster jealousy or hatred.

Only the most primal and purest fear remained.

However, unlike their terror...

Roar—!

With a hiss and a roar, the Demonic Evils summoned by the Gold-Robed Man finally reacted from their brief stupor.

They didn't have complex human thoughts; in their instinct, there was only the execution of orders and the destruction of all living beings before them.

Accompanied by deafening roars, hundreds of Demonic Evils with blood-red eyes, carrying overwhelming wicked Qi and brutality, charged from all directions toward Chen Nian at the center of the formation.

The ground vibrated slightly under their trampling, and the entire square was instantly submerged by a tide of Demonic Evils.

Yet, facing this scene like a living hell, Chen Nian still maintained that calm and breezy demeanor.

He didn't even bother to take a defensive stance.

He just lightly raised his right hand and gave a casual wave forward.

It was such a simple movement.

Swish—!

In the next instant, centered on his fingers, thousands of red threads as fine as cow hair suddenly erupted.

These threads were as thin as a cicada's wing yet sharp to the extreme, slicing rapidly toward the surging swarm of Demonic Evils.

The Demonic Evils in the lead were of various forms: some were Giant Demons several zhang tall with thick hides, while others were Shadow Demons as fast as ghosts.

But before these seemingly fragile red threads, all their advantages turned into bubbles.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

There were no screams, no struggles.

Before those Demonic Evils could even get within a hundred meters of Chen Nian, their bodies were directly penetrated and sliced by countless red threads.

Hard scales, thick muscles, and grim bones were more fragile than tofu before these red lines.

In just a single breath.

The dozens of Demonic Evils in the front row were directly sliced into countless fine pieces of meat by their own forward momentum.

Blood and minced meat splashed everywhere; the scene was bloody to the extreme.

At the same time, a series of dense notification sounds began to ring frantically in Chen Nian's mind.

[Ding! Killed a Second-Tier Demon, gained 297 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Third-Tier Demon, gained 823 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Third-Tier Demon, gained 951 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Tier Fiend, gained 1563 points!]

[Ding! Killed...]

And this was only the beginning.

The charge of the Demonic Evils continued. The ones behind stepped over the corpses of their companions, surging forward without fear of death.

Chen Nian continuously waved his arms. With every wave, a large area of red threads erupted, easily slicing wave after wave of Demonic Evils into pieces.

The scene was terrifying yet eerie.

He was clearly conducting a massacre of incomparable brutality, yet his movements were as leisurely as if he were conducting a symphony.

Every time he raised his hand, every time he gestured, there was an indescribable sense of rhythm.

And those brutal, powerful Demonic Evils were the musical notes constantly disintegrating and being destroyed under his direction.

The foul-smelling blood soon gathered into streams, flowing wantonly on the square's ground.

The mountain-like piles of minced meat and bone fragments almost covered the entire ground.

The dense smell of blood mixed with the foul aura of filth, making one want to vomit.

The surrounding Eternal Life Cult members all widened their eyes and gaped, watching this horrifying scene with eyes that looked as if they were seeing a god or demon.

Their brains had completely stalled, unable to comprehend everything happening before them.

Panic and despair spread through the crowd. Some weak-willed members were even scared into collapsing on the ground like limp mud.

Not long after, as the last Demonic Evil was sliced into countless pieces by the red lines.

In the entire square, besides Chen Nian and those gasping Eternal Life Cultists, there was no longer a single standing creature.

Sensing the rapidly rising numbers on the System panel, Chen Nian felt very satisfied.

This trip wasn't in vain.

He dispersed the red lines at his fingertips and turned his gaze back to the survivors at the edge of the square.

When those Eternal Life Cult members were looked at by him, they all shuddered, as if their throats were being gripped by the God of Death.

Thump! Thump!

In the next second, all the cultists who were still conscious, including that previously overbearing Gold-Robed Elder.

They all used their last bit of strength to struggle to their knees, kowtowing frantically toward Chen Nian's direction.

"Have mercy, Great One! Have mercy, Immortal!"

"We were wrong, we were truly wrong! We failed to recognize your greatness and offended you!"

"We beg you, just treat us as a fart and let us go! We won't dare do it again!"

"As long as you can spare us, we'll do anything you ask! We'll do anything!"

Cries for mercy rose one after another, filled with humility and flattery.

After witnessing Chen Nian's god-and-demon-like methods, they could no longer muster any thought of resistance; only the lowliest instinct for survival remained.

Hearing this, Chen Nian actually became a bit interested.

He paced over to the crowd and looked down at them from above.

"Oh? You'll do anything?"

The Gold-Robed Man nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking rice. "Yes, yes! Just one word from you, Great One, and we won't even blink if we have to go through mountains of blades or seas of fire!"

Chen Nian nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer.

He was silent for a moment, then said slowly in a tone that brooked no doubt:

"Very well. Continue to release Demonic Evils."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square instantly fell silent.

All the cultists who were kowtowing and begging for mercy froze. They looked up, their faces full of bewilderment and confusion, for a moment thinking they were hallucinating.

What?

Continue to release Demonic Evils?

What kind of order was this?

Could it be that he hadn't had enough fun killing yet?

The Gold-Robed Man was also dazed. He asked carefully and tentatively, "Gre... Great One, what did you say? We... we didn't hear clearly..."

Chen Nian repeated himself with some impatience.

"I said, how many more Demonic Evils do you have, or rather, how many more can you summon? Get them all out for me."

This time, everyone heard clearly.

Although they completely failed to understand Chen Nian's intention, the impatience in his tone made them tremble with fear.

At this moment, who would dare say "no"?

"Yes! Yes! As you command! We'll do it right away!"

The Gold-Robed Man was the first to react, responding while scrambling on all fours.

Although the other cultists were filled with confusion and fear, they didn't dare delay in the slightest. They all forced their heavily injured bodies to form hand seals again and began to chant those eerie incantations.

They didn't dare to disobey.

To disobey meant dying right now.

By being obedient, perhaps they could live a little longer.

As they cast their spells, the space cracks around the square that had just recently closed were torn open once again.

And this time, the number of cracks was even greater, and their scale was larger.

From the dark and deep cracks came roars that were even more chaotic and violent than before.

In the next moment, endless Demonic Evils, like a bursting black flood, surged frantically from over a dozen cracks.

The entire golden cage was almost instantly filled by these newly appeared Demonic Evils.

However, looking at this army of Demonic Evils that would cause any Sect to turn pale with fright, the smile on Chen Nian's face grew even richer.

Today's meal is truly quite sumptuous.