63: A hidden crisis is approaching silently.

These damned Demon Mothss!

Their innate Spell can ignore spiritual energy shields and directly attack the Soul!

If Zhang Sheng hadn't reached Qi Sea Realm Perfection, with his Mental Energy soaring as a result, he might have fallen victim to that attack just now.

For an ordinary Cultivator, they would likely have been torn to shreds by the Demon Mothss by now.

"Go!"

Zhang Sheng's eyes sharpened, his double fingers pressed together like a sword.

Six High Grade first-tier spirit tool flying daggers suddenly transformed into six blazing streaks of rainbow light that tore through the air, precisely piercing the several Late Stage Qi Sea Realm Demon Mothss below that were paralyzed by the Soul attack.

"Brother Sheng! Where did these big flapping moths come from? Their cries are too eerie!"

Wang Yu roared, while the Fireball Technique he instantly cast whistled as it slammed into the swarm of moths on the ground.

Thanks to his Replication Talent, he had almost become a low-spec replica of Zhang Sheng.

"Everyone, keep your distance!" Zhang Sheng said in a deep voice, his expression grave.

"These Demon Mothss' attacks can penetrate directly to the Soul; getting close to them is dangerous!" He waved his hand again, and a massive Fireball Technique swept out, incinerating large patches of strange giant flora along with the gray Demon Mothss hidden within them.

However, the Secret Realm grassland before them was vast and boundless; such clumsy hunting methods were like trying to put out a blazing carriage with a cup of water.

"Those Aussie pigs really had ill intentions!"

If this continues, forget about hunting Divine Breath Realm Beasts; we'll probably end up as their dinner instead!" Lin Jin cursed angrily.

Zhang Sheng couldn't think of a better solution for a moment, so he could only choose the most brutal method—force them out!

"Everyone, prepare for battle! The show is about to begin!"

A cold arc formed on Zhang Sheng's lips. He raised his right hand, extending his thumb and index finger, forming a gesture resembling a pistol.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"

Compressed, scorching Fireballs, like cannon shells, shot out from his fingertips with sharp whistling sounds,

Slamming heavily into the vast ground, blasting open charred craters.

At the same time, he deliberately lifted part of the Breath Concealment Art's effects, and a pure and powerful spiritual energy aura, like a lighthouse in the dark night, suddenly spread out!

The scorching Fireballs continuously awakened the Demon Mothss lurking underground.

These strange creatures did not have the habit of flying into fire; instead, they swarmed towards the powerful spiritual energy aura emanating from Zhang Sheng, as if they had smelled a fatal temptation!

"Buzz—!!!"

"Screech—!!!"

In an instant, countless gray Demon Mothss burst out of the ground, their buzzing wings and Soul-stirring screeches intertwining into a symphony of death, surging into the sky like a blanket!

And within that hazy swarm of insects, a black-brown shadow moved much faster than its brethren, its body also larger, exuding a heart-pounding pressure!

"Divine Breath Realm Beast!"

"It's finally appeared!"

Zhang Sheng and the other four immediately fled into the distance without hesitation.

"Maintain distance! Don't let them get close!" Zhang Sheng's command was still clear in the fierce wind.

Having lured the Demon Mothss out of the ground, the plan was mostly successful!

Although these Demon Mothss could fly, their speed was far inferior to that of Zhang Sheng and his four companions.

The group moved at high speed while unleashing various long-range Spells onto the swarm of insects behind them.

"Electric Shock!"

Electric light burst from Zhang Sheng's fingertips, and a thick silver lightning bolt tore through the air, aiming directly at the incredibly fast Divine Breath Realm Beast!

Its movements must be restricted!

At the same time, the four teammates unleashed their full firepower, their Spell lights weaving into a net, continuously culling the numbers of Qi Sea Realm Demon Mothss.

"Fortunately, these beasts haven't developed intelligence yet..." Zhang Sheng's heart settled slightly. Otherwise, such a simple kiting tactic would never work.

The fierce battle here quickly attracted the attention of other Cultivators.

"Be vigilant! Watch out for other teams!" Zhang Sheng immediately warned his teammates.

The figures flashing past in the distance were mostly the top combat forces of various countries.

Recognizing them as Chinese Cultivators, most people merely paused briefly before quickly departing, while others hid in the distance, their eyes flickering as they continued to observe.

Seeing that the low-level Demon Mothss had been mostly cleared, Zhang Sheng immediately turned all his firepower towards the lone Divine Breath Realm Beast.

Even he found it difficult to withstand the simultaneous SoulImpact from a swarm of Qi Sea Realm Demon Mothss.

The Spiritual Artifacts, spiritual materials, and Jade Slips scattered on the ground were quickly swept clean by the four teammates.

At this moment, that Divine Breath Realm Beast was all alone!

Under the paralysis of Zhang Sheng's "Electric Shock" and the ferocious bombardment of his "Fireball Technique," the Divine Breath Realm Beast's defenses quickly crumbled.

After a mournful cry, it exploded with a roar, turning into black ash that filled the sky, leaving behind only a faintly shimmering blue Jade Slip.

With the Object Manipulation Art, the Jade Slip flew towards Zhang Sheng.

A sudden change occurred!

Just as the Jade Slip was halfway there, a blurry black shadow, like a ghost, appeared out of thin air, precisely snatching the Jade Slip, and then its figure faded again, as if it had never appeared!

"Damn it!"

"Lighting a lantern in a latrine—courting death!"

Although the opponent only appeared for a flash, Zhang Sheng's "Spirit Eye," tempered by the Fourth Cycle of Samsara, had locked onto that unique spiritual energy aura!

His gaze swept like lightning, instantly catching the black-clad man who reappeared more than ten kilometers away!

"Stupid Chinese, in the end, you're just making a wedding dress for me! Give it to me!"

Song Xiaoji—one of Korea's three SSS-rank individuals, possessing a rare Space Talent. Snatching spoils of war was as easy as picking things out of a bag for him, and this catchphrase was his trademark.

A cold arc appeared at the corner of Zhang Sheng's mouth.

Tracking Bloodthirsty Demon Mosquitoes was effortless, and now that his vision had evolved several times, did he think a mere space flash could escape his lock-on?

Buzz!

Invisible spiritual energy wings behind him vibrated at high speed!

Immense spiritual energy erupted with a roar!

"Boom—!!"

The air was instantly compressed and exploded, leaving a ring of sonic boom clouds where Zhang Sheng had been, and he appeared as if teleported to Song Xiaoji's previous position!

And Song Xiaoji, in his horror, flashed again, only to despairingly discover that the life-reaping figure was still hot on his heels within his sight, like a maggot on a bone!

"Monster! Where the Hell did this monster come from?!

How can he be so fast!" Song Xiaoji was terrified, frantically fleeing towards his teammates.

"Brothers! Stop him! This guy wants to kill me!"

Zhang Sheng's figure, enveloped in chilling killing intent, landed with a crash before the four panic-stricken individuals who had converged, his eyes indifferent as if looking at ants:

"Little mouse, why aren't you running anymore?"

His voice was calm, yet it contained a bone-chilling coldness:

"Hand over the Jade Slip, and I can consider... letting you die a quicker death."

Just four Late Stage Qi Sea Realm nobodies, with a total spiritual energy of barely 100,000.

"So it's a Chinese person, quite the big talker!" Song Xiaoji, seeing his teammates beside him, regained his courage.

"The Jade Slip belongs to whoever holds it! Want to fight? We in Korea aren't afraid of you!"

Zhang Sheng tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a strange hint of regret:

"Tsk... if I had known they were Korea's dogs, I shouldn't have wasted my breath."

The four froze.

"100,000 Volts!"

Before his words finished, several blindingly white electric snakes exploded in the Void Realm without warning!

Violent currents instantly pierced through the four, pinning them rigidly in place, leaving them paralyzed!

Immediately following were four Fireball Techniques, brewed to their utmost, emitting terrifying high temperatures, at the Perfected State!

"They are still fellow humans after all..." Zhang Sheng sighed softly, looking at the four giant fireballs rising before him.

"I still can't bear to let them die too painfully... I am truly too benevolent."

The flames dissipated, leaving only a few Spiritual Artifacts and the recovered blue Jade Slip, lying quietly in the thick ashes.

Zhang Sheng raised his hand, and the Jade Slip steadily landed in his palm.

"Dare to steal something I risked my life for? You deserve to die!" he said coldly.

Leng Qinghe and the others only just arrived, witnessing the scene of complete annihilation.

"Brother Sheng, won't this... cause international disputes?" Lin Yidong frowned, somewhat worried.

Zhang Sheng's gaze swept over the rapidly retreating observers in the distance, his voice resolute:

"The times have long changed! If we don't make an example of them today, tomorrow any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to walk all over us!"

Those observing Cultivators, seeing the battle end, especially Zhang Sheng's swift and decisive killing methods, were all terrified and quickly fled the area, fearing to be targeted by this god of slaughter.

Afterward, many teams also began to imitate Zhang Sheng's tactics, luring and killing Demon Mothss.

"Let's go to the next area!" Zhang Sheng and his four companions turned into streaks of light, flying deeper into the Secret Realm.

However, in a hidden shadow, unnoticed by anyone.

Castro looked down at the crimson numbers flashing on his wristband, expressionlessly taking out a hideous, half-human-sized metal construct from his storage equipment, and carefully burying it deep beneath the damp soil.

His movements were mechanical and precise; every so often, he would repeat the act of burying.

One... two... three... a total of twenty terrifying metal behemoths, like seeds of death, were deeply buried in this vibrant yet perilous Secret Realm land.

"Cultivators in the Secret Realm, when you go to Hell, remember that it was Alexander Rodi of America who sent you on your way."

Castro murmured softly, then made a standard sign of the cross over his chest.

"May the Lord forgive my sins..."

After completing the final ritual, he unhesitatingly pressed the cold countdown button on the detonator.

On the screen, the crimson "00:30" began to flash!

Having done all this, Castro seemed to have shed a heavy burden, or perhaps was being chased by a ghost, as he sped towards the Secret Realm's light gate without looking back.

Outside the light gate, Alexander Rodi stood with his hands behind his back, as if admiring the scenery.

"Is it done?" Rodi asked without turning his head.

Castro rushed out of the light gate, panting heavily, a trace of relief and fear in his eyes:

"Rodi! The nuclear bombs will detonate simultaneously in thirty seconds! You must fulfill your promise and remove the spiritual worm from my brain!"