I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 113: Chapter 112: Great Terror (Seeking Full Subscription 3/5)

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Bang!

Suddenly, two bursts of fiery light exploded from the Black Demon Clan member’s body, causing it to stagger backward, its arm dripping with blood.

“Hmm, such a strong demon body. It’s no wonder that the Different Race, which mainly cultivates demon bodies, is incomparable to cultivators,” remarked Han Yi.

Roar!

The injured Black Demon roared furiously, its pitch-black eyes filled with anger. It charged towards Han Yi, a disgusting bloody stench assaulting Han Yi’s face.

Not daring to be careless, Han Yi had a feeling that the situation wouldn’t be simple. If he could avoid death, that would naturally be the best outcome. His body shook and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot. The Black Demon’s fist whizzed past Han Yi’s original position, only catching a lingering afterimage.

At the next moment, ten Spirit Void Fingers fell from behind the Black Demon like ten arrows, one after another, puncturing its chest.

With such strong defenses, a single point could be broken.

The first Spirit Void Finger pierced the skin, the second caused blood and flesh to splatter, the third tore through muscles and tendons, and the fourth ignited the internal organs…

After a series of continuous explosions, only a Black Demon corpse with a hole pierced through its chest remained on the spot.

As Han Yi turned and surveyed the other surrounding battles, his expression grew even more solemn.

“According to the records of the Demon Clan, the stronger and larger the demon body, the more powerful the Demon Clan members. If a three-meter-tall demon has such strong defenses, does this mean that even an ordinary Peak Qi Cultivator might not be able to kill a four-meter-tall demon which fell under a single sword strike from Sword Immortal?”

Han Yi considered this possibility, but thinking about it at this time would be futile. So, he quickly followed the other cultivators, rushing forward.

A moment later, they arrived at a stone palace over thirty meters tall. The palace appeared crude and unrefined on the surface, even somewhat arbitrary, as if built using countless massive rocks. The whole structure was a dark brown color, with the surface painted with various eerie, blood-red symbols, seemingly dedicated to a certain Demon God’s worship.

A beam of light as thick as a water bucket burst from the top of the palace, connecting with the sky, with no visible endpoint.

A fluctuating, illusory Taixu Order floated within the beam above the stone palace, wavering as if it could break apart at any moment.

“It seems that this token is the so-called Taixu Order,” said Han Yi.

He retracted his gaze and looked around. At this moment, four cultivators occupied each corner, surrounding the colossal stone palace.

Of the four, two cultivators floated mid-air and were especially eye-catching. Upon seeing these two, Han Yi’s heart jumped. One of them was the Sword Immortal, whom he had met earlier, wielding two blue Spirit Swords. The other was a youth sitting cross-legged in the air. Nine one-foot-tall war flags stood erect in front of the youth, their colors different.

On the ground were two more cultivators, one holding a long halberd and the other a Bloody Longsword.

Han Yi’s heart jumped once again when he recognized the cultivator holding the long halberd. The weapon’s aura was similar to a magic weapon he once owned, and according to He Fangwei from the Jiulong Trading Company, Daqian Immortal Country’s national fortune was imbued within it.

The auras of all four cultivators were as deep as the ocean.

Han Yi’s eyes emitted a faint golden glow as he stared at them. Then, he shifted his gaze to the others who had rushed to this place, just like him, lingering on the periphery.

“So strong, all of them are so strong,” he mused.

In terms of aura, the four cultivators in front of him were far beyond the Qi Cultivation Stage but had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Just like the two cultivators in the Earth Ranking of the Xuandan Sect, they should be legendary Qi Cultivating Cultivators.

At the very least, all those who reached this place were at least Senior Level Nine or Peak Qi Cultivators, with over 70% of them being Peak Qi Cultivators.

“The Taixu Order has fully formed; let’s begin.”

“After killing the chieftain of the Seven Cang Tribes, everyone will compete for the fragments of the Taixu Order based on their own abilities.”

The one who spoke was the cultivator who sat cross-legged in mid-air with the nine multicolored war flags in front of him.

As soon as his voice faded, a deep growl emanated from the stone palace, carrying a vast and untamed primitive aura.

The palace doors opened, and a six-meter-tall Black Demon Clan member walked out of the ancestral temple. Each step he took on the ground sent out vibrations.

He was still muttering in the Ancient Demon language. What Han Yi had thought was a roar just now was actually just his whisper.

Han Yi glanced over, and his light golden eyes suddenly ached. He couldn’t help but close them subconsciously.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he dared not to use the Qi Observation Skill to explore further.

Strong, extremely powerful.

This Black Demon leader of the Seven Cang Tribes was just up to six meters tall, and the aura on his body definitely exceeded the range of the Qi Cultivation Stage.

As he stepped out, the four legendary cultivators who were around the stone palace changed their expressions.

“Not good, he broke through; kill him!”

The Sword Immortal stepping on the Spirit Sword changed his expression at the same time. His sword, as fast as lightning, had already shot out even before his words had finished, its killing intent condensed in a flash of light.

At this moment,

The Black Demon Clan leader who stepped out of the stone house looked at the human cultivators present. In his two lantern-sized pitch-black eyes, a hint of inexplicable disdain flashed. Then, as fast as lightning, he punched out.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Han Yi could think but not move, and everyone else appeared the same in his line of sight.

In midair, the Sword Immortal’s Spirit Sword that had already struck out first was hit by this punch, the blue light broke, a mournful cry sounded, and then, the black fist hit the Sword Immortal, blowing him apart into a cloud of blood.

Fast, if it’s said that the shortest unit of time is an instant, and a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator can launch ten attacks in an instant, then this Black Demon leader of the Seven Cang Tribes could strike twenty punches in an instant.

At this moment, Han Yi’s thoughts were suddenly filled with great terror.

But he couldn’t move his body.

Not just him, even the four legendary cultivators at the forefront, except for the Sword Immortal who had been blown apart, couldn’t move as well.

The next moment,

Time resumed to normal.

No, it’s not accurate to say it resumed. Rather, it took everyone a moment to react.

Bang!

It was at this moment that the sound of the punch was heard, as the punch was too fast. The sound of the speed burst and the Sword Immortal being blown apart in midair occurred simultaneously, with no distinction of sequence.

Escape.

Han Yi’s innate Taixu body turned to flee. The great terror transmitted from his Divine Soul had not dissipated but was rapidly climbing, breaking one peak after another, seemingly endlessly.

After punching through the Sword Immortal and slapping the Bloody Longsword flying with one hand, the Black Demon Clan leader of the Seven Cang Tribes turned his palm into a fist and violently slapped it down with unrelenting speed, hitting the legendary cultivator who had controlled the Bloody Longsword directly into the ground.

Thump.

This scene caused Han Yi, who had just turned halfway, to feel panic surging like a torrential wave in his inner heart.

Roar!

Punching through the Sword Immortal and slapping another legendary cultivator to death, the Black Demon Clan leader then roared towards the sky.

Han Yi couldn’t describe how terrifying this roar was. Because at the moment he heard the roar, he felt a severe pain in his mind and could no longer hear any sound after that.

At the same time, a terrifying wave swept over his body.

Shattering, Han Yi could feel his body breaking into countless pieces under the impact of this wave, with a short but intense pain surging instantly before his consciousness dissipated, deeply embedding itself into his Divine Soul.

The power of a single roar was so terrifying..

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