Chapter 900 - 508: Time to Replenish

Hearing this, everyone present nodded in profound agreement.

The Outer Realm Great Demons invading this time were distinctly different from the previous Demon Race traitors. Setting aside their exact strength, their morale was simply too abnormal. Even knowing it was a losing battle, the remaining Demon Race members would continue to resist fearlessly, fighting desperately. Almost every one of them harbored the extreme mindset of bravely marching toward death.

Furthermore, it was unknown what kind of Magical Treasures or special Skills these Outer Realm Demon Race invaders had brought. They hadn’t been here long, yet they had completely "polluted" various places in the Eastern Land...

In the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, the regions with harsh environments were mostly located in the Northern Domain. The rest of the lands featured beautiful scenery and served as wonderful havens filled with various Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands. As a result of this Outer Realm Demon Race’s swarm, many originally pleasant locations had been forcibly transformed in a short period of time into extreme, harsh environments suited for Demons to inhabit.

After listening to the news brought by Jiang Wanzhao, Zhao Feixiong couldn’t help but sigh heavily. "From the looks of it, our Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect is truly going to face a great tribulation...

"This Outer Realm Demon Race obviously isn’t just here to pillage and burn the Eastern Land before running away. They have the momentum of wanting to completely annihilate our Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect!"

Jiang Wanzhao nodded and sighed with a frown, "It’s a pity the Sect Leader still cannot come out of seclusion... Otherwise, how could we allow this Outer Realm Demon Race to be so rampant!"

The two discussed the current grim situation in a somewhat disjointed manner. Tian Yun and the other women all wore expressions filled with deep concern. Meanwhile, Zou Feng’s Poisonous Demon Maidens had fluctuating expressions, their gazes quite complex...

In particular, Zhu Caiwei, who possessed the highest Realm, kept her head lowered the entire time, her eyes flickering.

If Zou Feng were still here, Zhu Caiwei naturally wouldn’t dare harbor any disloyal thoughts. However, with Zou Feng’s life or death currently uncertain, and the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect caught off guard and suppressed by the Outer Realm Demon Race, it was hard for Zhu Caiwei—a Nascent Soul Great Demon—not to entertain other ideas...

"Watch out, many evil entities are approaching again!" Jiang Wanzhao suddenly sensed something and immediately shouted a warning to everyone.

Many people revealed bitter smiles, wondering if there was any end to this relentless assault. At the same time, a growing sense of unease filled their hearts...

The Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect currently had many deployments in the Northern Domain. Furthermore, with their group of Cultivators who had just returned from the Dubhe Divine Domain, their combat strength was more than formidable. Under normal circumstances, even with the Outer Realm Demon Race causing chaos, they should have wiped out quite a few by now.

Yet, the frequency of the Outer Realm Demon Race’s appearances was ridiculously high. It was hard to imagine exactly how many from the Demon Race had invaded the Eastern Land...

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the swamp still filled with toxic gas.

"You said... you want to use them as a tonic?

"Uh... Younger Brother Zou, it’s best not to underestimate this Outer Realm Demon Race too much. Moreover, even if you are a Poison Cultivator, you can’t just consume any poison indiscriminately!" Wang Yu clearly felt that Zou Feng was making the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

Zou Feng smiled slightly. "If there were other demonic creatures occupying this place, it would truly be hard to say whether they could be used as a tonic.

"But since this is the territory of Poison Demons..."

Before Zou Feng could finish speaking, a massive chorus of strange noises—RUSTLE, RUSTLE—echoed from their surroundings. Immediately after, a swarm of bizarre insects—resembling a cross between centipedes and ants, each the size of an adult rabbit—surged forth from all directions.

Just looking at this densely packed, seemingly endless horde made Wang Yu’s scalp tingle. Not to mention the dense toxic gas churned up by the gathering of these strange insects... Let alone smelling it, just looking at the toxic gas made Wang Yu feel as though his Divine Soul was floating away in a daze.

He wondered if these things could really be used as a tonic. In his eyes, even if these poisonous insects could act as a tonic, with such an overwhelming number, one would surely bleed from all seven orifices if they consumed them...

Zou Feng, however, merely glanced at the bizarre bugs and let out a disdainful scoff. He didn’t even bother to stand up, simply flicking his hand to send out a Lotus.

This Golden Lotus grew rapidly as it met the wind, swiftly ascending into the air while continuously emitting a sacred Purification Power.

The next moment, the ferocious strange insects that had been swarming forward all shuddered and froze in place. Then, they prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, lowering their heads toward Zou Feng’s position, as if worshipping him and the constantly spinning Golden Lotus.

It appeared as though Zou Feng had, in an instant, transformed tens of thousands of poisonous insects into his servants.

To Wang Yu, this was far more shocking than seeing Zou Feng directly eradicate these poisonous insects with a few Skills. Furthermore, these bizarre bugs were definitely controlled by some Great Demon. How could Zou Feng have incited their defection so effortlessly?

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.

Several loud claps rang out simultaneously. Immediately, three young women—so bewitching that it was obvious they were not human—slowly emerged from three different directions.

These three banshees were all at the Nascent Soul Realm. The only silver lining was that they were merely at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul Realm.

"Impressive, truly impressive. As expected of the True Monarch of Poison Dance of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect!

"Please forgive the laughable display of these little playthings..."

Seeing that the three banshees were about to spout more nonsense, Zou Feng impatiently waved his hand to interrupt them.

"Have your master come out. You three lumps of trash don’t have the qualifications to negotiate with me!" Zou Feng said indifferently, not even sparing the three banshees a glance.

Wang Yu was stunned, realizing they had a master. Originally, he thought these three banshees were the instigators who had turned this place into a Poison Domain. But based on Zou Feng’s words, there was still a master above them?!

To have banshees at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul Realm as subordinates, their master had to be at least a Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection existence... However, Zou Feng’s words were perhaps a bit too pretentious. No matter what, three Great Demons at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul Realm shouldn’t be entirely unqualified to speak with him.

The three banshees clearly hadn’t expected Zou Feng to be arrogant to the point of dementia, which left them momentarily dumbfounded. But after that brief moment of shock, explosive rage followed!

"Insolent! Stop your shameless boasting!!"

Before their voices even faded, the three banshees struck out in unison. They all pinched Techniques with their hands, their hand seals constantly changing. It was obvious they were trying to execute some profound Poison Technique.

However, the Techniques that would normally take less than a blink of an eye to form were now taking forever to materialize in their hands. It was as if they were instinctively resisting the use of this Skill to attack Zou Feng.

Indeed, the three banshees subjectively wanted to attack Zou Feng to teach this arrogant fool a lesson. Yet, their physical bodies and Divine Souls were very honest, instinctively resisting any action against Zou Feng. Thus, a situation arose where the three banshees kept gesturing with their hands, but no effective attack Skill was ever unleashed. They were essentially flailing about in vain.

In Wang Yu’s eyes, this scene looked incredibly comical. For a moment, he didn’t even understand what these three banshees were here for. With them just gesturing and dancing around, it wouldn’t be out of place to say they were here for comedic relief.

Wang Yu wasn’t a Poison Cultivator, so naturally, he had no idea just how terrifying the pressure the three banshees were experiencing was.

These three banshees were all Poison Demons, and just moments ago, they hadn’t realized the severity of the situation. But now that they were about to strike at Zou Feng, they immediately sensed a strong discrepancy on a purely instinctual level.

It was like a rabbit absolutely never taking the initiative to bite a tiger standing right in front of it.

This was exactly how the three banshees felt right now. This suppression on an instinctual level was utterly impossible to overcome. In fact, facing Zou Feng, the oppressive feeling was even more intense than when they faced their own master’s fury.

All the while, Zou Feng maintained a calm and breezy expression, showing no signs of tension or readiness to attack.

"I’ll give you one chance. Kneel and immediately offer up your Origin Poison. Otherwise... in your next life, remember not to follow the wrong master again!"