As soon as the demon army stormed into the city, they began slaughtering cultivators with unstoppable force, like a bulldozer flattening everything in its path. Many demons, while butchering the Human Race, stuffed fresh flesh into their mouths and chewed with relish.
At the same time, another group of demon cultivators wielded soul-capturing banners, snatching the Nascent Souls, Golden Cores, and spirits of the dead, giving the human cultivators no chance at reincarnation. Their cruelty was truly extreme.
Ian Song didn’t hold any prejudice against demonkind, but seeing this scene, his killing intent as a member of the Human Race surged uncontrollably.
Damn it!
Just as he was about to head for the city gate, a panicked crowd rushed toward the inn. Strangely, their pursuers weren’t demons, but other humans.
There were about seventy or eighty people being hunted, with the strongest only at late Golden Core. Most were just Foundation Establishment or Qi-Refining cultivators.
Their pursuers were all Golden Core cultivators—ten in total, led by one at late Golden Core.
Don’t let them get away! Our lives depend on this!
The late Golden Core leader barked out the order.
Don’t worry, Seventh Young Master! Not a single one will escape—watch this! As he spoke, he suddenly spat out a flying sword.
Swish, swish!
The sword light flashed, and two heads flew into the air.
He reached out and grabbed the two heads, tossing them casually into his storage pouch.
Second Brother! Fifth Sister!
Two cries rang out as a pair of girls suddenly turned back, throwing themselves onto the headless bodies and weeping bitterly.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Tyler Yang, the late Golden Core cultivator among the fleeing group, landed between the corpses, grief-stricken. He glared at Terry Wu and said, "Terry Wu, the demon army is attacking the city. We should unite as humans to resist them. As a scion of Immortal Maple City’s Wu Family, why are you slaughtering your own kind? Aren’t you afraid of being condemned by the Human Race?"
Terry Wu sneered arrogantly, "Tyler Yang, let me be honest—my Wu Family has already joined Gaius the Serpent King. The whole city is about to become a slaughterhouse for demons. Instead of dying at their hands, why not let my Wu Family finish you off? At least I can give you a chance at reincarnation. Otherwise, if you fall into the hands of the demons, you won’t even get that much!"
What? Your Wu Family actually sided with the Serpent King?' Tyler Yang was stunned, then cursed loudly, 'Traitors! Your Wu Family has betrayed the Human Race—you’ll get what’s coming to you!
Terry Wu scoffed, "So what if we’re traitors? As long as we survive. Honestly, all six other major families in Immortal Maple City have also joined the Serpent King!"
"What...?"
Hearing that all six other great cultivation families had also joined the Serpent King, Tyler Yang and the entire Yang clan showed looks of utter despair.
"Feeling hopeless, aren’t you?" Terry Wu sneered. "Enough talk—just die quietly. Don’t worry, after you’re gone, I’ll burn you plenty of paper money."
"Traitor! We’ll fight you to the end!"
At that moment, the two girls who had been sobbing over the corpses suddenly stood up and darted toward Terry Wu.
"Courting death!"
Terry Wu’s eyes turned cold. Although the two girls were quite pretty, he showed no mercy—raising his hand, he sent two finger strikes straight at their brows, intending to pierce their skulls in one move.
"Mimi! Tiantian!"
Tyler Yang cried out and rushed forward, but a strikingly handsome youth appeared even faster, stepping in front of the two girls. With a casual wave of his hand, he dispersed the two streams of energy Terry Wu had sent.
"How dare you! Who are you to meddle in my affairs?"
Terry Wu glared coldly at the youth and demanded, "Who are you to interfere with me?"
The youth seemed to reply to Terry Wu, but also muttered to himself, "In the world I come from, we call people like you traitors. Today I see another kind—demon collaborators."
Terry Wu didn’t understand what "traitor" meant, but he got the gist of "demon collaborator." Enraged, he shouted, "Kill him! Take out this brat who dares ruin my plans!"
"Kill!"
At Terry Wu’s command, two mid-stage Golden Core cultivators attacked—one unleashed a green flying sword, the other a fiery red flying club—both aimed at the youth.
"Be careful, young master!"
Seeing this, the two girls exclaimed in warning.
Watching the two magic treasures fly toward him, the youth’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. With a flick of his hand, the treasures suddenly blazed with light, and, to everyone’s shock, reversed course and attacked the two Wu Family cultivators.
Thud! Thud!
Not only did the treasures grow far more powerful, their speed also increased severalfold. The two Wu Family cultivators had no chance to dodge and were killed instantly.
"What...?"
Seeing this, Terry Wu’s heart trembled. He thought he’d run into a true powerhouse and hurriedly shouted, "Senior, I am Terry Wu, grandson of Wu Taisheng, the Wu Family patriarch. Please, for the sake of..."
The next moment, Terry Wu’s words were cut short as a sword light flashed—his head flew into the air. At the same time, two other Wu Family cultivators were smashed in the skull by the flying club.
"Run!"
The five remaining Wu Family cultivators saw things had gone south and turned to flee. Seeing that even Terry Wu, a late-stage Golden Core, couldn’t withstand a single blow from the youth, they knew they’d met their match. If they didn’t run now, when would they?
"Go!"
Seeing this, Ian Song waved his hand again. The sword and club accelerated, transforming into streaks of green and red light that instantly cut down all five on the spot.
After killing ten Wu Family Golden Core cultivators, Ian Song turned his gaze toward the city gates.
The demon army had advanced several more miles; the number of cultivators slain by them had reached tens of thousands.
"Lila, you all stay at the inn. I’ll be right back!"
With a blur, Ian Song vanished from where he stood and appeared directly in front of the demon army.
The demon cultivators, lost in their killing frenzy, failed to notice his arrival.
Sweeping his gaze over the demons chewing on human flesh, Ian Song’s eyes grew icy cold. "Beasts!" he spat.
With a single step, he rose into the air, a spirit sword already gripped in his hand.
"Slash!"
With a single slash, over a thousand sword auras burst forth from the spirit sword, each one seeming almost sentient as it homed in on a demon.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Aaaahhh!
A chorus of screams erupted as thousands of demons, caught up in their bloodlust, had their heads, abdomens, and inner cores pierced by the sword auras.
"Slash again!"
Another wave of sword auras slashed out, instantly killing another thousand demons. Only now did the previous batch of dead demons reveal their true forms and collapse to the ground.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
In the next moment, Ian Song unleashed three consecutive sword slashes, filling the sky with sword auras. Each aura claimed a demon’s life—five thousand demons died in an instant.
At last, the demon experts noticed Ian Song.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures flashed forward from the rear, heading straight for Ian Song.