213: Chapter 213: Hoping for Some Gods

Three hundred thousand black crystals erupted with dark light, tearing apart space.

In the New Continent of the Wasteland Divine Domain, ripples resembling water waves spread across the dark purple wasteland.

An army of three hundred thousand Time Demon Race appeared out of thin air.

The moment their soles touched the ground,

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Tens of thousands of Time Demon Race of the Diamond Tier with slightly weaker cultivation had their knees directly slam into the soil, pressing deep pits into large patches of mud.

Wumu's figure sank, and his purple-gold Dao robe was pressed heavily against his body by an invisible force.

The gravity was too terrifying.

The gravity parameter here was at least fifteen times higher than that of a standard habitable planet.

The spatial structure was even stable to an outrageous degree.

Wumu attempted to tear space apart, but the surrounding spatial barriers were as hard as iron.

Void Realm cracks that he could usually easily tear apart could not even stir up a trace of ripples here.

"All forces, be on guard!" Wumu shouted in a low voice.

The three hundred thousand troops quickly adjusted their stances, and spiritual power surged frantically within their bodies to resist this terrifying gravitational oppression.

They displayed extremely high military literacy.

Surrounding them grew red Demon Trees more than ten meters tall, and the ground was covered with black thorn grass.

The air was filled with dark golden Spiritual Qi.

To any wandering race, this kind of Spiritual Qi exuded a fatal temptation.

Taking a single breath felt like one's cultivation could improve by a fraction.

Not a single member of the Time Demon Race army greedily absorbed it.

They closed all the pores of their bodies at the first possible moment, cut off the internal and external breathing cycle, and completely concealed their own Auras.

Having plundered in the starry skies for years, they had seen too many traps that seemed alluring yet were actually fatal.

Once the Spiritual Qi of certain planes was inhaled, it would plant parasitic spores inside the body.

The energy of some worlds carried its own Law assimilation, which could turn invaders into mindless Puppets.

Wumu looked around, his heart beating wildly.

The environment here was too realistic.

The texture of the soil, the growth patterns of the red Demon Trees, and the venom veins on the leaves of the black thorn grass—

This was definitely not a mere blinding technique, nor was it an illusion Formation.

This was a real Divine Domain of extremely high tier and unfathomable foundation.

Wumu stepped on the black thorn grass, and a slight tingling sensation came from the soles of his feet.

He lowered his head and found that the edges of the leaves of these seemingly ordinary black weeds were covered with serrated teeth.

The serrated teeth secreted a venom that was corroding the soles of his feet.

Even the grass on the ground possessed strong corrosiveness.

Wumu released a wisp of Mental Energy, attempting to probe underground.

As soon as his Mental Energy penetrated ten meters underground, it was interfered with by a layer of geomagnetic field.

An outsider's Mental Energy here was like a blind person trapped in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

Wumu raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

High up in the sky, countless Mutated Magic Vultures and Magic Blade Bats were slaughtering each other.

Thunder and venom intertwined within the clouds.

Wumu stared at those flying beasts with tightly furrowed brows.

On the surfaces of these creatures' bodies flowed a layer of grayish-white patterns.

Every flap of their wings, every flash, carried a familiar Aura.

The Origin Aura of the Time Demon Race.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Wumu's heart.

In a newly born human Divine Domain, how could there be creatures tainted with their race's Origin?

Furthermore, the quantity was so massive.

"Leader, the situation is not right." Deputy Huilin stepped forward and lowered his voice. "The Law repulsion here is extremely strong, and our spiritual power circulation is sluggish."

"I just tried to communicate with the Law of Water and found that the water elements here are exceptionally heavy, making them very difficult to mobilize freely."

Wumu stared at the slaughter in the sky, his uneasy premonition growing stronger and stronger.

Intuition told him that if they continued to penetrate deeper into this Divine Domain, their entire army would be annihilated.

"Stop looking for the Divine Tree." Wumu decisively gave the order.

"Set up the Formation right here! Take out all the destruction Formation Plates with the greatest power in your hands."

"Within half an hour, blow up the ley lines of this continent. Record the footage, and we will retreat immediately!"

Destroying the ley lines was enough to report back for duty.

There was no need to risk their lives here for an extra bounty.

Huilin acknowledged the order and turned around to arrange for Formation Masters to set up the great destruction Formation.

Above the Nine Heavens, Lin Yuan looked down at the scene below.

Every move of the three hundred thousand Time Demon Race was entirely within his perception.

"Quite a fast reaction." Lin Yuan chuckled as he watched them form Formations on the spot.

He brought up the Divine Domain panel and precisely delivered mental commands into the Mutated Magic Vulture and Magic Blade Bat populations above the New Continent.

"Kill them all, leave none alive."

"Right, try not to break their Magic Treasures; those are all money."

The oracle was issued.

In the sky, the Demon Vultures and Magic Blade Bats that had been fighting fiercely came to a uniform halt.

One million pairs of crimson eyes simultaneously pierced through the clouds, locking onto the three hundred thousand Time Demon Race below.

On the ground,

Huilin was directing tens of thousands of Formation Masters to insert Formation Flags engraved with destruction runes into the black thorn grassland.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Huilin raised his head.

It had grown dark.

Millions of Mutated Magic Vultures and Magic Blade Bats blocked out the vault of heaven.

They folded their wings and dove straight toward the ground like meteors.

"Enemy attack! Form up to meet the enemy!" Huilin roared.

The Time Demon Race army reacted quickly.

The Sword Cultivators sacrificed their Flying Swords, and tens of thousands of sword lights soared into the sky, intertwining into an airtight sword net in mid-air.

Ghost Cultivators shook their Soul banners, and black Yin Qi transformed into countless ferocious malicious ghosts, pouncing toward the falling birds.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The batch of Mutated Magic Vultures rushing at the very front suddenly had a layer of purple crystalline luster well up on the surfaces of their bodies.

[Crystalline Concealment] triggered.

Tens of thousands of Demon Vultures vanished into thin air in mid-air.

The sword net slashed past their original positions, completely missing.

The next second, these Demon Vultures directly appeared within the Formation of the Time Demon Race army.

"Pfft!"

A Demon Vulture extended its sharp claws.

Beneath its abdomen, two extra pairs of dark golden sharp claws grew in a deformed manner.

All six sharp claws exerted force simultaneously, instantly tearing a Diamond Tier Sword Cultivator into pieces with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The Magic Blade Bats followed closely behind.

Giving up close combat, they hovered in mid-air, spreading wing membranes covered with Void Realm patterns.

[True Illusion] activated.

A large number of Time Demon Race ghost Cultivators suddenly lost focus in their eyes.

The companions in their eyes turned into terrifying abyss monsters, and the Soul banners in their hands directly smashed toward the comrades beside them.

The originally tight Formation of the Time Demon army fell into chaos.

Wumu's eyes split open with anger.

"Hold steady! Transcendent Tier, follow me to kill!"

Wumu waved his white bone horsetail whisk, and the spiritual power at the Peak of the Transcendent Tier erupted with full force.

The tens of millions of silver threads on the horsetail whisk transformed into sharp blades filling the sky, sweeping toward a group of rampaging Demon Vultures.

The silver threads lashed against the Demon Vultures.

A layer of transparent gravitational deflection field surfaced on the surfaces of the Demon Vultures' bodies.

[Deflection Force Field].

Thirty percent of the attacking force was forcibly twisted, sliding toward an empty space nearby. The ground was blasted into big craters.

The remaining seventy percent of the force struck solidly on the Demon Vultures.

The liquid metal armor on the surfaces of the Demon Vultures' bodies dented.

[Kinetic Energy Absorption].

The spiritual power impact was converted into pure kinetic energy, flowing along the meridians of the Demon Vultures and entirely channeled into the bulging spatial stomach bags in their abdomens.

The Demon Vultures opened their bird beaks, mixing the absorbed kinetic energy with the power of thunder, and spat out a pillar of thunder light, spraying toward Wumu.

Wumu dodged sideways, the pillar of light brushing past his Dao robe and blasting over a hundred Diamond Tier Time Demon Race behind him into bloody mist.

"What on earth are these monsters!" Wumu felt a chill deep in his heart.

Within the same tier, their attacks hitting these flying birds couldn't even break through their defenses.

A Diamond Tier Sword Cultivator manipulated nine Flying Swords to form a sword Formation, trapping a Demon Vulture in the center.

The nine Flying Swords transformed into nine fire dragons, roaring down.

The Demon Vulture did not dodge or evade.

The spatial stomach bag on its abdomen opened, producing a powerful suction force.

The nine fire dragons along with the main bodies of the Flying Swords were swallowed directly into the Demon Vulture's belly in one gulp.

The Sword Cultivator's face turned pale as his natal connection with the Flying Swords was instantly severed.

The Demon Vulture let out a burp, opened its bird beak, and spewed a pillar of thunder light mixed with Flying Sword fragments, blasting the Sword Cultivator into a sieve.

Huilin stepped on a Flying Sword, locking onto a huge Magic Blade Bat.

He poured all his spiritual power into the Flying Sword, merging man and sword into one, transforming into a heaven-shaking rainbow that pierced toward the chest of the Magic Blade Bat.

This full-strength strike of the Transcendent Tier finally tore apart the deflection force field and liquid metal armor.

The Flying Sword pierced through half of the Magic Blade Bat's body, churning its heart area into powder.

Before Huilin had time to heave a sigh of relief,

inside the shattered chest cavity of the Magic Blade Bat, an illusory blood-red heart began to beat.

[Unceasing Blood Heart].

A massive amount of blood Qi power surged forth.

The shredded flesh and bones of the Magic Blade Bat regrew and healed within a mere two or three seconds.

The Magic Blade Bat turned its head again, its crimson eyes staring fixedly at Huilin.

Its wing membrane shook, and its body melted into the shadows.

The next moment, the Magic Blade Bat burst out from the shadow behind Huilin, its two pairs of malformed bone blades slashing down in an intersection.

Huilin raised his Protective Aura.

The bone blades hacked onto the Protective Aura, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Just at this moment, thousands of dark golden flying insects crawled out from the gaps of the liquid metal on the surface of the Magic Blade Bat's body.

[Flesh Symbiotic Fly] (Tyrant Demon style).

The dark golden flying insects attached themselves to the Protective Aura, devouring it frantically.

The Protective Aura dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the Magic Blade Bat opened its mouth and spewed out a ball of ghastly green slurry.

The slurry landed on Huilin's body and burst into countless micro-spores.

[Flesh Symbiotic Fly] (Zerg form).

Ignoring the obstruction of the Protective Aura, the spores burrowed into his body along Huilin's pores.

"Explode."

The Magic Blade Bat let out a sharp screech.

The micro-spores inside Huilin's body detonated collectively.

This Transcendent Tier expert of the Time Demon Race didn't even manage to scream before his body directly exploded from the inside, turning into fragments of meat filling the sky.

Watching this scene, Wumu felt a chill run through his entire body.

They couldn't be beaten, couldn't be killed, and their attack methods were bizarre to the extreme.

The combat methods of these sky creatures completely subverted their cognition.

The Demon Vultures and Magic Blade Bats jumped back and forth between the three dimensions of the Void Realm, shadow, and reality.

The previous second, they were still spewing Extremely Heavy Water high in the sky, smashing large areas of Sword Cultivators into meat paste.

The next second, they would dive into the shadows, crawling out from the Formation Master's shadow to harvest lives with their extra sharp claws.

The second after that, they would escape into the Void Realm to avoid the large-scale Formation bombardment of the Time Demon Race.

A Magic Blade Bat was lurking in the shadows.

Its gaze locked onto a Time Demon Elder who was casting a large-scale Spell.

Around the Elder, there were over a dozen Transcendent Tier Sword Cultivator guards.

The Magic Blade Bat waited quietly.

When the Elder's Spell was about to be completed and the spiritual power fluctuations reached their Peak,

the Magic Blade Bat moved.

It silently crawled out from the shadow behind the Elder.

[Multi-Armed Combat Body] triggered.

Beneath the wing membranes of the Magic Blade Bat, four bone arms covered in barbs extended.

Four bone blades slashed down simultaneously.

Two bone blades parried the Flying Swords of the guards, while the other two bone blades cut open the Elder's Protective Aura.

"Puff!"

The Elder's head flew out.

The Spell backlash and exploding spiritual power wreaked havoc among the crowd, heavily injuring all the surrounding guards.

Having succeeded in one strike, the Magic Blade Bat turned and fled into the Void Realm, disappearing without a trace.

This elusive assassination method made it impossible for the Time Demon Race to guard against.

A Transcendent Tier Formation Master tried his best to detonate the Destruction Formation Plate in his hand.

The destructive energy swept across a radius of one thousand meters.

Dozens of Diamond Tier Demon Vultures failed to dodge in time and were heavily injured by the explosion, their life Auras rapidly decaying.

The Formation Master was overjoyed.

They finally killed a few.

After these dozens of Demon Vultures died, the void glands inside their bodies went out of control.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of muffled sounds echoed consecutively.

[Void Oscillation].

The corpses of the Demon Vultures formed micro black holes one after another, and the spatial tearing force diffused all around.

That Transcendent Tier Formation Master bore the brunt of it, half of his body being shredded by spatial rifts.

Tens of thousands of surrounding Diamond Tier Time Demons were left without even ashes remaining, sucked directly into the depths of the void turbulence.

Even more terrifying things were yet to come.

After the Demon Vultures died, the venom and micro-spores inside their bodies lost suppression, turning into a ghastly green plague-poison rain that fell down.

The poisonous rain fell into the Formation of the Time Demon Race.

Even though they had long closed off their breathing, even though they propped up their strongest Protective Aura.

This plague, accumulated, evolved, and mutated over countless years, still displayed a domineering erosive power.

A Transcendent Tier Elder of the Time Demon Race propped up a defensive shield, attempting to block the poisonous rain.

The venom landed on the shield, making a harsh sizzling sound.

The Transcendent Tier shield was corroded with a large hole in just a few seconds.

The venom dripped onto the Elder's arm.

The Elder made a decisive judgment and swung his sword to sever his own arm.

He was still a step too slow.

The micro-spores had already flowed through his entire body along with his blood.

The Elder's skin began to swell with huge blisters.

The blisters burst, oozing green pus.

His internal organs were rapidly dissolving.

"Save… save me…" The Elder reached out his hand toward Wumu, his eyes filled with fear.

Before his voice fell, the Elder's body melted away, leaving a puddle of pus in place.

The pus evaporated, turning into new poisonous gas that diffused around.

Extremely high infectivity.

The plague spread rapidly among the Time Demon army. Large batches of Cultivators fell.

Wumu completely collapsed.

The white bone whisk in his hand was a top-tier Transcendent Magic Treasure.

Every single silver thread was refined from the nerve fibers of a starry sky behemoth, incomparably tough, and came with the effect of Soul cutting.

In past plunderings, Wumu only needed to wave the whisk to easily harvest the living beings of a low-level plane.

Today, his whisk failed.

He saw with his own eyes that his silver threads wrapped around the neck of a Demon Vulture and pulled hard.

On the neck of the Demon Vulture, a layer of dense liquid metal emerged.

The silver threads cut onto the metal, clanging with sparks flying everywhere.

With a backhanded claw, the Demon Vulture directly snapped the silver threads.

Wumu's three hundred thousand compatriots did not even last half an hour in front of this group of malformed monsters.

The Demon Vultures and Magic Blade Bats in the sky gathered more and more.

They occupied an absolute numerical and geographical advantage.

The Heaven and Earth Qi of the Wasteland Divine Domain began to converge toward them.

The Transcendent Tier Demon Vulture leader invoked the Law of Thunder within the Divine Domain.

Ten-thousand-foot thunders descended from the sky, and an ocean of thunder enshrouded down, completely submerging the remaining positions of the Time Demon Race.

Wumu struggled to support himself in this sea of thunder.

Looking at his clansmen who had died all around and at those monsters in the sky with cold gazes and unscathed bodies,

he finally understood how ridiculously wrong the intelligence given by the employer was.

A Transcendent Tier Magic Blade Bat with a body size exceeding one hundred meters descended from the sky.

Four bone blades slashed down simultaneously, splitting Wumu's remaining white bone whisk into two halves.

Immediately, the Magic Blade Bat opened its bloody mouth and bit off Wumu's head in one gulp.

The battle ended.

From the arrival of the Time Demon Race to the annihilation of the entire army,

the whole process took less than half an hour.

An army of three hundred thousand Diamond Tier and above was completely annihilated.

On the plains of the New Continent, the ground was full of debris and green pus.

The Demon Vultures and Magic Blade Bats hovered at low altitude and began to clean up the battlefield.

They picked out the Flying Swords, Soul banners, Formation Plates, and Storage Rings left by the Time Demon Race one by one and piled them up in the open space.

Lin Yuan's Divine Thought descended and began to tally the spoils of war.

Looking at this pile of scrap metal before him, Lin Yuan furrowed his brows tightly.

An army of three hundred thousand, logically speaking, should be able to drop quite a few good things.

Most of the Magic Treasures were destroyed during the battle.

The Void Oscillation and thunder power of the Demon Vultures, the Extremely Heavy Water and bone blade cutting of the Magic Blade Bats—

these attack methods were simply too ferocious.

Even though Lin Yuan had issued an advance order of "try not to break the Magic Treasures," this group of red-eyed dependents still couldn't hold back their hands.

In the end, Lin Yuan only recovered over one hundred thousand Magic Treasures.

More than half of them were still in a damaged state, with their spirituality greatly lost.

What left Lin Yuan even more speechless was that these three hundred thousand Time Demons were dirt poor.

Among the more than one hundred thousand Magic Treasures, seventy percent were Platinum Rank goods.

There were only a mere dozens of Transcendent Tier Magic Treasures, and they were all on Wumu and the Elders.

"So poor." Lin Yuan couldn't help but complain.

These Starry Sky Wanderers looked menacing, but in reality, they were just a bunch of beggars picking up trash everywhere.

Hanging all these pieces of junk on the military trading network probably wouldn't make a huge fortune either.

Lin Yuan casually stored these Magic Treasures into the Star Key space by using the method of nesting Magic Treasures within Magic Treasures.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the crystal wall of the Divine Domain and looking toward the boundless Void Realm.

The Time Demon Race was merely an appetizer.

Since something was already invading his Divine Domain, it showed that he had indeed been targeted by certain people.

The real big fish were still yet to come.

Lin Yuan licked his lips, a trace of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

He looked forward even more to the upcoming enemies.

It would be best if it was an alien demigod or some human deity.

He had never personally plundered the world of a complete deity yet.

The feeling of uprooting a divine kingdom and devouring its divine fire must be extremely wonderful.