Chapter 423 - A Good Day of a Slaughter (1/2)
Abyssal Demons knows no bounds.
It didn't matter what world, but the presence of Abyssal Demons always appears without fail. Though the stronger ones could only appear through specialized portals and gates crafted from Soul Gems embedded in a world, weaker existences appear from wandering portals.
The Seven Lowest Worlds a land filled with weak creatures, Sects that could never raise their heads outside of their puny worlds, and people who have nothing but empty dreams. The Lowest Worlds struggles to even keep itself running, and the Towers have tried letting them fend for themselves so they do not become dependent on others' help.
This fact resulted in half of each world being overrun with weak Abyssal Demons. Abyssal Demons unranked and without proper strength, that was what they had to deal with unless they push back and destroy the Abyssal Crystals.
On the easternmost area of one of these Lowest World, the Lopus Family prepares of the upcoming tide of Abyssal Demons. Towering ramparts meant to keep the enemy out, worn and faded surface a testament of its sturdiness.
The Abyssal Tide draws near, they were all preparing for its coming, all of the trained soldiers were lined up, but none would be fighting.
On top of the tall ramparts were youths and elderly alike, a great number of them wore a crimson robe with the word Snow etched on its c.h.e.s.t, they were the Orphans turned disciple of the Crimson Snow Sect.
The Main Family of the Lopus Family were also there, and so were a great number of people invited for this very occasion.
Thousands of them were lined up outside the wall and could be thrust into the battlefield at any moment.
”Irta, Ylsa, watch carefully, what the Grandmaster announced a month ago would come true today. If what he said was true, then he'll show us how formidable he is, observe his strength and sense his intent, outside of the Sword Marking he left, this may just be the last time we could witness this great brilliance in action.” Dratia spoke with a heavy tone to his children.
However, it was not just him speaking to his children to watch this upcoming event. The other masters who willingly bowed to the ill.u.s.trious name of Wang Wudi were all waiting for validation for their fear, they wished to see the legend with their own eyes.
From far away, they were staring at the group of people standing hundreds of meters ahead of them.
Leo, Rea, Ella, Hela, and Vaki stood together with Chang Ping who wore no mask. All of them were silent as they stared at Wang Ling's back.
Pitch black almond shaped portals appeared from thin air, a thin aura of the Abyss surface, a familiar taste in the air struck Wang Ling. He flicked his wrist and then a sword appeared on his left hand. He flicked his wrist again and then a mask appeared in his right hand.
Masking himself, he took a deep breath, ”What I am about to do cannot be stopped, I not take you into consideration, and I will never hesitate. What I am about to show you is a part of me that had yet to deteriorate from peace. Do not part your eyes from my movement. And whatever you do, never distract me or spend an ounce of your concentration worrying about me.”