Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2368 - 2366 Demon Tribe Army
Chapter 2368: Chapter 2366: Demon Tribe Army
Chapter 2368 -2366: Demon Tribe Army
It wasn’t until Ethan Smith had recovered nearly completely that he finally opened his eyes.
“Damn it, I have to find a chance to kill that Flower Field. Having someone like him constantly plotting, it’s always going to be a major headache.”
*Ethan Smith felt a surge of anger. The last time he was severely injured, he had suffered from Flower Field’s Great Derivation Divine Technique Fist. Luckily, Salena Carpenter was by his side, which dissuaded him from exposing his true form. And now, he’s been scheming against him again.*
“The Dayan Divine Art belongs to the Ancient Times, left behind by a Crossing Tribulation Buddha. Who knows where this monk got this inheritance? This kind of heavenly secrets deduction technique would make killing him incredibly difficult.”
Elder Baker, having lived a long life, had heard of Flower Field before, so he responded to Ethan Smith’s remark.
“No matter what kind of skill technique it is, it’s impossible for it to be flawless. Otherwise, that Buddha wouldn’t have died.”
*Ethan Smith had also practiced the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams Technique from the Silent Annihilation Immortal Scripture, and he started to develop some understanding of such skill techniques.*
Ethan Smith traversed through tens of thousands of spaces on his journey.
Some of these planes had already been entirely occupied by the Demon and Ghost Race, with all the humans inside reduced to blood-slave captives.
*Passing through these spaces felt like experiencing hell itself in the human world.*
Moreover, some demons emitted a powerful Demonic Qi that even forced Ethan Smith to take notice.
Suddenly, Ethan Smith stopped abruptly. At this moment, they were near the Black Platform Continent.
A vast wave of Demonic Qi, like tidal waters, was surging toward the Black Platform Continent.
“The Demon Tribe Army.”
Ethan Smith’s face showed a trace of shock. The demon army was fully clad in armor, and the aura wrapped around the armor gave it the faint qualities of a low-tier magical artifact.
Under normal circumstances, such armor wouldn’t catch the eye of serious cultivators.
But at this moment, this was an entire army, and every single demon was dressed in that type of armor.
The aura emanating from them alone was enough to send chills down one’s spine.
“There must be at least a hundred thousand of them. This is the demon clan’s first large-scale offensive against humanity.”
Frederick Cohen, seeing such a massive demon army for the first time, was full of astonishment.
What was even more shocking was that for every hundred demons, there seemed to be one squad leader, and for every five thousand, a main leader. The ultimate leader was a young demon with two small horns, topless, covered in terrifying scars.
His face bore symptoms of being in constant battle, with one of his jaws hacked off.
Ahead of the Black Platform Continent, thousands of cultivators had already gathered at the city’s entrance.
These cultivators largely belonged to sect families within the Black Platform Continent. Their livelihoods depended on this place, making retreat impossible.
“Kill!”
Finally, the demon army’s vanguard appeared.
Some cultivators couldn’t hold back, their spiritual energy bursting forth as they charged directly into the demon vanguard troops.
BANG!
The thousands of cultivators were overwhelmingly powerful, the weakest among them reaching the Mighty Realm.
There were even numerous True Saint cultivators among them, vastly overshadowing the demons in cultivation.
They pierced into the demon ranks like arrowheads, slaughtering fiercely.
In an instant, the demon vanguard was plunged into chaos, with countless demons dying at the hands of the humans.
“Though the demon vanguard seems to be suffering heavy casualties, their formation remains intact. Other squads are moving in to surround these human cultivators. If they don’t retreat soon, things might go south.”
Ethan Smith scanned the entire demon army with his divine sense and immediately sensed something out of place.
Sure enough, after a round of fighting, the cultivators’ spiritual energies had started dwindling. freewebnoveℓ.com
*In a split second, they had been completely encircled.*
The demon squads formed tight formations, surrounding groups of cultivators. Even the outer cultivators desperately slaughtering them were ignored while they focused solely on killing the trapped ones.
Screams of agony echoed across the entire continent, shaking the hearts of those within.
No one had expected the powerful cultivators of the Black Platform Continent to succumb so quickly.
The situation grew dire as a frenzy of cultivators fled in desperation. Ordinary cultivators without magical artifacts, as well as common folk, stared blankly at the invading army. City Lord Irvin’s whereabouts were unknown.
If someone were to take charge, there might have been a glimmer of hope.
But instead, as soon as the cultivators detected danger, they bolt away without hesitation.
The Black Platform Continent descended into chaos. No matter how strong the thousands of cultivators were, it was of no use.
“Blazing Wildfire.”
Suo Lin dropped a spark onto the ground, and the flames surged forth like tidal waters.
The blazing fire incinerated countless demons in the vanguard instantly, leaving many human cultivators alive.
*However, the survivors were terrified beyond reason, fleeing wildly once outside the encirclement.*
“Ethan Smith, your actions are drawing too much attention. Not only is the Holy Region keeping an eye on you, but countless other forces are also watching closely. It’s best to abstain from intervening,” Elder Baker hesitated and advised.
“It doesn’t matter. These cultivators mean nothing to me, but the city holds millions of ordinary cultivators and civilians. If the demons break into the city, I’m afraid they’ll be reduced to flying ashes.”
*Ethan Smith sighed, unable to contain his impulse to act.*
*Throughout the journey, he had witnessed the brutal carnage across countless planes.*
*Armies of demons relentlessly slaughtered their way towards him and his companions.*
“Fine, let them come,” Ethan Smith murmured.
Frederick Cohen couldn’t wait any longer and charged into the fray. The demon army was entirely beneath him, unable to last even a single exchange.
“I’m going to capture a few demons to see how they taste,” Salena Carpenter exclaimed, joining the slaughter with wild abandon.
Ethan Smith wasn’t concerned. The demons were far too weak to pose any real threat to the duo.
He focused his gaze on the demon youth atop the massive battle sled. Their eyes locked in an intense confrontation.
Ethan Smith wished to test the demon’s strength. Narrowing his eyes, he whispered:
“Flame Fist.”
In the Void, countless flames converged.
Gathering to their peak, the Flame Fist rocketed forth.
As it surged forward, it tore through the demon army like a massive opening in their ranks.
The path it carved left a trench hundreds of meters long, and the surrounding earth melted into a lake of molten glass under the scorching High Temperature.
More demon troops charged recklessly, undaunted.
Some squads of one hundred demons even used their bodies to block the Flame Fist, attempting to weaken its power.
Ultimately, the Flame Fist dissipated just before the demon youth.
The youth atop the sled remained expressionless as he stood up, grabbing a long halberd.
With a sudden motion, he hurled it toward Ethan Smith. The halberd tore through space.
Instantly, it reached Ethan Smith, its power equivalent to Half-step Crossing Tribulation.
Ethan Smith caught the halberd between his fingers, reducing the weapon to a puddle of molten iron.
“We will meet again,” a single thought echoed in the air.
Simultaneously, the demon army seemed to receive an order.
The remaining demons began withdrawing slowly. Even under Salena Carpenter’s and Frederick Cohen’s pursuit, their retreat was disciplined and unyielding.
