The number of crystals you could get by eliminating demonic cultivators was the same as the amount you could get by eliminating divine cultivators, but the reward for demons was twice that of divine cultivators—anyone could calculate that.
Therefore, the human cultivators who were chasing the devil cultivators outside Falling Star City began to turn their attention to the lone divine cultivators.
The hunters who originally hunted demon cultivators had now become hunters who hunted gods.
The divine cultivators were also caught off guard.
They had originally thought that declaring war on the devil cultivators would only lead to massacre, but they never expected that the devils would retaliate in kind.
The divine cultivators patrolling outside the city started to get ambushed. Some were beheaded, some had their magical artifacts stolen, and some were even killed in broad daylight.
The declaration of war by God Emperor Jinwuhao actually plunged the Twentieth Heaven into an unprecedented chaotic battle.
The mastermind behind all this, Ning Zhi, was sitting in the main seat of the Black Abyss Valley council hall, listening to the white-haired old man report the news from outside, a faint smile creased on his lips.
“David, the waves you caused in the nineteenth heaven, I will continue to make in the twentieth heaven.”
Ning Zhi looked at David and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “Don’t die too quickly.”
The direction of the Black Abyss Valley was faintly visible ahead, the shadow of the mountain in the dusk resembled a giant beast lying on the ground, silent and majestic.
David and his group walked along a path in the mountains, their feet on gravel and sand, with low bushes and withered grass on either side.
A faint smell of sulfur filled the air, a unique aroma found near the Black Abyss Valley. The closer someone was, the denser the demonic energy was, but David, who had the power of chaos, felt nothing.
Although Yan Feng’s bleeding had stopped, the excessive blood loss still made him weak and unable to walk.
Xiao Rou and Xiao Die supported him on both sides, and the three of them walked in the middle of the group.
Jiang Xuelan walked beside David, her cold blue eyes scanning their surroundings warily.
Xuanzhenzi walked at the very back, a blade of dry grass dangling from his mouth, his eyes half closed, looking like he was asleep, but the occasional glint in his murky eyes proved that he had never let his guard down.
The young Daoist followed Xuanzhenzi from the side, carrying a small bundle on his back, his footsteps as light as a rabbit.
“After crossing that hillside, it’s still a few hundred miles to get there.”
Yan Feng raised his finger and pointed forward, his voice hoarse but containing a hint of relief and anticipation, “The entrance of the Black Abyss Valley has a natural barrier of demonic energy. Cultivators of the Divine Race will be greatly suppressed when they enter, and ordinary cultivators won’t even dare to approach. Once we get there, we’ll be safe.”
David nodded, about to say something, when suddenly he stopped where he was.
His divine sense detected an aura coming from ahead.
There were quite a number of people approaching, and they seemed to have evil intentions.
“Someone is coming.”
David’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in it, “A lot. The aura of the gods.”
Yan Feng’s expression changed drastically, and he instinctively grasped the black broken long sword: “How many people?”
“At least fifty.”
David said, “The leader is an eighth rank Gold Immortal, and most of the others are sixth to seventh rank Gold Immortals.”
Yan Feng’s body trembled slightly.
There were fifty divine cultivators, and the leader was an eighth-rank Gold Immortal.
The remnants of their current strength were no match for them.
“generous……”
Yan Feng’s voice was hoarse, “You go first, don’t worry about us. The gods are targeting us, the demon cultivators, you are human cultivators, they won’t make things difficult for you.”
David didn’t turn his head, but just said, “I won’t go.”
Yan Feng opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but seeing David’s straight back and calm gaze, he swallowed all his words.
David grasped the hilt of the Dragon Slayer Sword, his purple eyes staring straight ahead.
In the distant horizon, golden light began to shimmer, like dense stars moving across the ground.
The lights drew closer and brighter, finally turning into a grand procession of divine cultivators clad in golden armor, riding golden spirit beasts, appearing in the distance.
Over fifty divine cultivators stood in a neat formation, their golden armor gleaming brightly in the dusk.
The leader was a burly middle-aged man with a square face and a cold aura that showed war experience between his brows. He was at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal realm and held a golden spear in his hand, with golden lightning flowing at the tip.
They saw David and his group, as well as Yan Feng and the others in the crowd who were clearly emitting the aura of demonic cultivators.
A cold glint flashed across the leader’s eyes, and a terrifying smile curved his lips as he slowly raised his golden spear.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the main disagreement among the demon cultivator leaders?
A: They are divided between surrendering and fleeing, unable to reach a consensus.
Q: What drastic measure does Ning Zhi propose to the demon leaders?
A: Ning Zhi suggests offering double rewards for bringing the heads of Divine Race cultivators to the Demon Race.
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