Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 371: Chapter 80: Two Monks Rush to Help, The Struggle of Devil Sect

Translator: 549690339

At this moment.

In an ancient city at the border of the Central State, streets, castles, and flying eaves were orderly, and one could imagine how prosperous it once was.

However, now, swarms of black ghost fog emitted hair-raising sharp screams, constantly surging in the sky above the street corners, leaving corpses all over the ground.

Ghost flames soared into the sky, and demon smoke rose from all directions.

A long-established ancient city had become a sea of flames and ruins, a place for devil cultivators and demons to run rampant.

In the central city lord’s mansion of the ancient city, with the Seventh Demonbred as the leader, the devil cultivator team, guarded by the deacon of the Heavenly Devil Palace, surrounded the huge mansion. Yet, similarly coming here were the undead from the netherworld land, standing full at the door.

Some of them had pale skin, rotten flesh, dark eyes, and weird postures, like corpses, while others had no solid body, floating in the sky, with empty eye sockets, flickering green ghost flames.

They respectively represented the Corpse Race and the Ghost Race.

Both sides confronted each other on the street, and the Xia’s soldiers and cultivators stationed in the city all retreated into the city lord’s mansion, hoping to rely on the formation to resist for a while.

“These devil cultivators and demons from outside the realm truly deserve to die! Not only do they forcefully attack my Xia’s territory, but they also have blood on their hands, committing countless crimes. How can these common people be so innocent, not being able to rush at us!”

A soldier in the Xia army, wearing heavy armor, was furious in his chest and cursed.

“Right now, the enemy is strong, and we are weak. Acting rashly might lead to the annihilation of the entire army,” A middle-aged general with a stubble beard stood out, pressing the hilt of his sword with his calloused hand, and spoke comforting words.

He was the Anbei Military Commander, Wang Tan, responsible for the city’s defense chief in one state.

As a commander in one state, how could he not be angry, but right now, they could only wait for reinforcements and hope that the news of the fall of this place could be reported to the Empress.

Wang Tan looked around and sighed quietly as he saw the cultivators in the backyard closing their eyes, resting, and taking pills.

With the general situation imminent, no one could remain alone.

He was as responsive to the mobilization order issued by Her Majesty at that time, and now he was in such a difficult situation. 𝗳r𝐞𝐞w𝐞bn𝚘ve𝚕.co𝐦

But he didn’t regret it. If he hadn’t stepped forward, the men, women, and children in the Xia’s territory would have become food for these demons from outside the realm.

At present, they could only hope that the two forces outside the mansion would fight against each other, and fight for a little opportunity for them to survive.

Outside the mansion.

The leader of the Corpse Race was a very strange guy, wrapped in white corpse cloth, only revealing his gloomy eyes, and looked like a mummy overall.

But these seemingly ordinary corpse cloths had faint, intricate, and ancient marks on them, as if they had some magical effects.

This person was a powerful figure of the Corpse Race, the Wood-Element Corpse King, with a resurrection age of more than ten thousand years, dating back to the time when he crawled out of the Eight Ancestors Corpse Grave.

The birth of the Corpse Race relied on the bones of various living beings, and the Eight Ancestors Corpse Grave was the most vicious tomb near the netherworld river.

Netherworld was not just a name, but it indeed had a river, turbid and unbearable, evil spirits roamed, called netherworld and also known as Yin River.

Every day, every minute, and every second, various ancient living beings were resurrected from the river.

What differed among the Corpse Race was who had died the longest and who had the most mysterious origins.

Because the longer one is dead, the more powerful the awakened force. The higher the original strength, the higher the starting point of becoming a member of the Corpse Race.

So, there was the saying of the resurrection age.

“Whether it’s the Immortal Sect or the Devil Sect, there is no need for more words. Wipe out all these human race people, then attack together to break the defense formation, eradicate all living beings in this place, just pay attention to the preservation of corpses, I want to refine them into battle corpses,”

The voice of the Wood-Element Corpse King was extremely hoarse, like claws scratching on glaze, his words were plain, but revealed cruelty without any disguise.

What the Corpse Race liked to do the most was to turn other living beings into their own kind, and then act as their subordinates. This way, they could infinitely expand their strength and enjoy it endlessly.

“Roar!”

“Roar!”

In front of the Wood-Element Corpse King, there were already several giant, rotting corpses standing, veiled and with twisted muscles, 5 meters tall, holding a thousand-pound iron hammer, roaring unconsciously, and they had no wisdom. They were under the control of the Corpse King in every movement.

“Boom!”

The giant corpse slammed the ground with its heavy hammer, causing a massive commotion, even more terrifying than the physical power of some Demon Kings.

More importantly, they didn’t know fatigue, didn’t know pain, and even if their heads were cut off, they could still fight, with tenacious vitality, almost unable to die.

Following that, the Ghost King in the ghost sedan also ordered an attack, and a burst of fierce-ghost fog rushed towards them with its teeth bared and claws outstretched.

Devil cultivators were all bloodthirsty and brutal, yet even they couldn’t help but feel panic at the bottom of their hearts when they saw these scenes.

“Don’t panic.” A short-haired man wearing devil pattern battle armor said in a deep voice, taking out a devil bead tinged with green light from his hand, and lightly shaking it, the mighty evil qi gushed out from the devil bead, transforming into a solid giant hand, dispersing the fierce ghost fog with a single slap.

He was the Seventh Demonbred, named Gu Fan, from Ten Devil Sects. Although his strength was no match for the First Demonbred Situ Huan, he was still not to be underestimated. He was among the best of the many Demonbred.

Gu Fan faced several giant corpses, and with a black war saber in his palm, he disappeared in an instant.

The next moment he reappeared, he was above the heads of several giant corpses, slashing down with a single blow, the blade intent was incredibly solid, and the momentum converged into a black evil lone wolf.