Chapter 907: Death Ceremony (1/2)
Though Feng Feiyun had white hair now and a demonic aura, the old woman still recognized him.
He naturally couldn’t pay this sum right now so he smiled: “You’re funny, Senior. Let’s not talk about money all the time, it’ll hurt our friendship.”
The old woman’s expression soured right away, no longer being as friendly as before. She put away the six notes and ignored him, focusing on the floating citadel instead.
She found a gap between the patrols and entered right away. The formations outside couldn’t stop her.
He put on his invisible robe and followed her, wanting to see what was inside. A stench of blood greeted him along with a monstrous energy of death. It seemed like a city from hell.
A sanguine aura along with blue flames engulfed the region. Suddenly, a roar erupted from the aura. Flames gathered to form a massive jaw wanting to swallow Feiyun.
“Whoosh!” He summoned his weapon essence and turned it into a saber, obliterating the jaw.
Another death strand turned into a massive palm that didn’t look quite human. It resembled an elephant-tiger hybrid and had lightning coursing through it.
“Boom!” The old woman came out of nowhere and destroyed the palm seal with her walking stick.
“Child, this isn’t your playground.” She coughed and told Feiyun.
Remember, he was using the invisible robe yet she could still spot him. Her cultivation was insane.
To be exact, she couldn’t see him right now but merely felt his position. This required an adept understanding of the heaven and earth laws.
“Senior, what is this place?” He took off his robe and asked.
They heard gales from outside. The demons heard the commotion and hurriedly entered the citadel.
The one in front was a silver-haired woman dressed in white. She had flawless skin and clear eyes. She wore a white-jade crest and exuded a noble presence.
Behind her were four sexy demonesses with a captivating figure- voluptuous breasts, thin and soft waist.
A group of old men was behind them, as powerful as primal beasts in humanoid form. Their vitality churned inside like great rivers.
“Stop squirming when you’re already dead.” A black-cloaked member walked towards the center and stomped on the ground.
The flames and roars subsided; the citadel became quiet again.
The sanguine aura dispersed, revealing gigantic demon corpses. Some were ten times bigger than a mountain; one bone weighed dozens of tons.
Blood was still streaming down; each drop contained enough energy to crush a Nirvana-realm cultivator.
“Princess, I think there’s something amiss. There might be an intruder who alarmed these demon souls.” An old man with eight arms said. His cold aura spread and caused the steel-hard bones to issue loud clunks.
He activated his heavenly gaze to take a look at the entire citadel. A while later, he had a confused expression: “I guessed incorrectly?”
“No one should be able to infiltrate this heavily-guarded location.” A demoness in red said. She had pink lips and a slender neck; her hair had a mystical glow.
She was in charge of guarding this citadel and didn’t think anyone could get inside.
The princess was shrouded by a demonic radiance. She said: “If Aunt Xueshuang says so, I’m sure no one can get inside. Everyone, return to your post. Tomorrow is of utmost importance, we can’t afford any mistakes.”
The demon experts left and the gate to the citadel slowly closed.
A long time later, Feiyun climbed out from one of the corpses, completely drenched in blood. He looked at the corpses and said: “The white spiders gathered other demon corpses here. The victims’ souls attacked me earlier.”
Why is she here? To seize these corpses for contribution points?