Chapter 2373 - 2374: Invasion

The knife in Long Xia's hand flashed with two streaks of cold light.

Just then, with two swift sounds, Long Xia drew the blade, severing the two condensed shadows.

The other enchanting women all turned into identical monsters.

Within the cloaks, there was only a mass of black mist visible.

In the black mist, two eyeballs glowed red, like burning embers.

Long Xia shouted, the blade expanded violently, and the blade formed by the Qi of Geng Metal slashed at each monster at the waist.

The monsters swayed like jellyfish, easily evading Long Xia's horizontal slash.

From the shadows, long tentacles reached out, grabbing towards Long Xia.

The tentacles seemed gentle and weak, but once they touched Long Xia's body, they were more resilient than steel wire.

Long Xia was already a Fourth Level Qi Refiner, and the Spiritual Origin Qi quickly activated.

He condensed the Qi of Geng Metal into blade edges, sharper than precious swords and blades.

With several swooshing sounds, Long Xia had already cut countless tentacles, his body crashing through the private room walls, into the hall.

In the hall, Mad Blade and the one-horned, long-tailed monster were locked in a fierce battle.

The monster's single horn in the middle emitted rings of halos into the surrounding space.

It waved its claws, with fangs like saw blades, appearing very ferocious.

Mad Blade held a Ghost Head Saber in his hand.

This was also a Fourth Level Magical Instrument, extremely sharp, with an added soul attack ability.

His blade gleamed, forcing the monster to retreat into a corner, unable to charge out, clearly having the upper hand.

However, Mad Blade looked very alarmed, waving his Ghost Head Saber while shouting loudly at Long Xia.

"Quickly call the Chief Instructor, these demon spawns have descended early, and this guy is sending a signal."

Long Xia looked at the single horn on the monster's forehead, continuously emitting halos, and immediately understood.

He reached beside him, only to find his communicator missing, taken aback.

"My communicator is missing, what about yours?"

Bang!

While Mad Blade and Long Xia talked, he was distracted and was whipped away by the monster's iron whip-like tail.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew out, crashed into the opposite wall, then fell down.

There was a shocking bloodstain left on the wall.

Mad Blade, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, flipped up from the ground like a carp, cursing loudly.

"Hell's broken brush not blooming, our communicators must have been stolen by them."

Long Xia wielded his long knife, slicing the two ghostly shadows beside him in half, then rushed over to support Mad Blade.

"There's no way out, for now, we can only fight our way out."

Mad Blade nodded, charging forward valiantly, cursing all the while.

"Damn it, drinking at a brothel brought this bunch of demon spawns."

Long Xia and Mad Blade's cultivation was not profound, but both were battle-hardened iron-blooded warriors.

They coordinated and fought together, quickly breaking out of the bar.

It was already after 9 PM, and as the two rushed onto the street, they gasped in shock.

The western sky was completely shrouded in a bloody red glow, with rolling black clouds surging.

In the direction of Helen Palace, the void seemed to collapse, a massive irregular black hole appeared, and roaring sounds could be heard everywhere.

Mad Blade steadied himself, determined the direction, and shouted loudly.

"The Demon Race has appeared at the Central Square in Helen Palace city, no need to panic, such commotion has already alerted the Chief Instructor and others."

Long Xia nodded and ran with Mad Blade toward the city's Central Square.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei was in a Quiet Room in Helen Palace, meditating cross-legged.

In his Niwan Palace, a golden pillar of light surged up, connecting Heaven and Earth.

Within the golden pillar, the primordial spirit that resembled an infant had already grown into a youthful form.

The youth sat cross-legged with eyes closed, atop Yang Fei's head Niwan Palace, bathed in the golden pillar of light.

In the void, endless Heaven and Earth Vital Energy converged, all concentrating on the youth.

The youth's ethereal form gradually solidified, appearing like a real body, his features increasingly resembling Yang Fei.

Even Yang Fei hadn't anticipated that his years of hard cultivation would breakthrough to Divinity Transformation today.

During this critical moment, he couldn't afford any distractions; if the Body of Divine Transformation failed to condense, decades of hard work would be ruined.

The most terrifying thing was the impending descent of lightning, which would surely shatter Yang Fei's form and soul.

However, once the Primordial Spirit Body overcame the lightning tribulation, the Yin God would transform into a Solar Deity.

Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God would achieve a state of near-immortality for millennia.

Yang Fei knew the Demon Race was about to descend, but at this juncture, he could only remain calm and cultivate silently.

Mad Blade and Long Xia ran towards the Central Square. Along the way, they encountered three or five Demon Race members, all of whom they slew.

The two reached the front of the Central Square, and Mad Blade gasped in shock seeing the scene before him.

In front of Helen Palace's Central Square, where space had collapsed, an irregular hole yawned like the maw of a demon.

From the gaping black hole, swirling black mist surged forth with countless bizarre creatures.

Some were like jellyfish, with capes enclosing only two burning dots; nothing else was visible.

Others were long-tailed monsters with a unicorn horn, fangs jagged, exceedingly fierce.

Most of the Demon Race, however, took on human forms, faces full of ferocity, extremely vicious.

Countless Demon Race members, enveloped in all-consuming demonic qi, rushed toward the palace.

Mad Blade had once heard Yang Fei mention that outside the Nine Realms, there was a common enemy— the Demon Race.

The Demon Race's origin was extremely peculiar; powerful beings from any of the Nine Realms who fell to demons could enter the Demon Realm.

No matter if they're gods or demon spirits, when demonic thoughts reach a certain level, the Demon Realm actively absorbs them, turning them into powerful Demon Realm beings.

Just like someone like Chen Xingzhu, whose desire for vengeance was burning and unyielding, yet repeatedly unfulfilled, forming a heart demon, turning into the Demon Race.

And the Demon Realm welcomes such twisted, deformed souls; Chen Xingzhu even received the Demon Sun Searing Heart bestowed by the Demon Realm, becoming a true Demon Realm powerhouse.

Waves of black demonic qi, like shadows, corroded the surrounding space.

Bizarre creatures, surrounded by black mist, surged out of the Demon Realm's black hole like a tide.

The Earth Space was struggling to resist the invasion from the Demon Realm space.

The Heaven and Earth Rules established by the Jianmu Divine Tree invisibly weakened the power of the Demon Race strongmen.

But the Tao Fruit of Jianmu had already cracked, making the Heaven and Earth Rules feel powerless.

Xue Mingtai, holding a dark yellow Exquisite Pagoda with An Zichen and others, appeared at the palace gates.

Over 300 cultivators were ready, waiting for Xue Mingtai's commands.

With Xue Mingtai's experience and cultivation alone, he wasn't qualified to command these mighty ones.

But he had the world's number one powerhouse, Yang Fei, behind him.

Moreover, Xue Mingtai was the Tower Master of Yinxue Tower, the world's top cultivation sect, and no one dared underestimate him.

As the first batch of Demon Race powerhouses charged east of the Central Square, Xue Mingtai's face turned solemn, and he waved his command flag.

"First Squad, attack, Royal Imperial Guard, provide long-range support with firearms."