89: Chapter 89 Sect Mission Hall
"Kill!!"
The Middle Stage Cultivator roared, his horsetail whisk transforming into thousands of silver threads, covering the demonic creature like a net.
The female Cultivator's soft whip danced, turning into a sky full of whip shadows...
The five individuals fought with the demonic creature, various Spell lights flashing in the darkness, and the sounds of explosions, roars, and clashing metal echoed.
The strength of these demonic creatures was roughly between the Early Stage and Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment Stage; individually, they weren't particularly strong.
However, their numbers were vast, and they fought without fear of death.
They surged forward wave after wave, leaving the five struggling to cope.
Even more terrifyingly, after these demonic creatures were killed, they would transform into wisps of black smoke and return to the blood-colored banner.
A moment later, they would re-condense from the banner's surface and charge out again.
They were endless to kill, impossible to eradicate!
"This won't do!"
The thin old man said, panting heavily, his gourd no longer spewing water. "These demonic creatures can revive infinitely; our magic power will eventually run out!"
"We must destroy those banners!" the Middle Stage Cultivator gritted his teeth.
He seized an opportunity, and his horsetail whisk transformed into a silver light, shooting towards the nearest blood-colored banner.
The silver light was incredibly fast, about to hit the flagpole.
Just then, a bloody light shot from the side, colliding with the silver light.
"Boom!"
The two beams of light exploded simultaneously, and the Middle Stage Cultivator grunted, taking three steps back, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Voldemort's figure reappeared; he stood in front of the banner and sneered, "Want to break my Nine Nether Blood Demon Banners? It's not that easy!"
"Everyone, attack together!" The female Cultivator shouted, her soft whip coiling towards Voldemort like a spirit snake.
Voldemort, however, neither dodged nor avoided, forming hand seals and chanting incantations.
"Nine Nethers Unite, Blood Demon True Body!"
The nine blood-colored banners simultaneously burst forth with dazzling blood light, and all the demonic creature phantoms rolled back, merging into the banner surfaces.
Immediately after, the nine banners rose from the ground, merging into one in the air, transforming into a colossal banner a hundred zhang tall!
The banner's surface was dozens of zhang wide, embroidered with a terrifying demonic image of a thousand hands and a thousand eyes.
Every eye of the demonic image rotated, every hand waved, exuding a suffocating pressure.
"We're finished..."
The colossal banner slowly swayed, each sway stirring up violent demonic winds.
Within the demonic winds, countless blood-red ghost claws extended, grabbing towards the five individuals.
"Ah!!!" The female Cultivator was the first to suffer; she was caught by the ankle by a ghost claw, and her entire body was dragged towards the colossal banner.
"Junior Sister!" The Middle Stage Cultivator tried to rescue her but was entangled by more ghost claws.
The female Cultivator struggled desperately, her soft whip striking the ghost claws, but it was futile.
She was dragged before the colossal banner, and the demonic image on the banner's surface extended a hand, grabbing her.
"No... don't..." The female Cultivator shrieked in terror.
The demonic image's palm closed, and the female Cultivator's screams abruptly ceased.
When the palm opened again, only a bloody, mangled mess remained.
"Junior Sister!" The Middle Stage Cultivator's eyes were bloodshot; he charged towards the colossal banner recklessly.
"Seeking death," Voldemort sneered.
The colossal banner swayed again, and more ghost claws extended from it, tightly entangling the Middle Stage Cultivator.
He struggled desperately, his horsetail whisk transforming into thousands of silver threads to cut the ghost claws, but it was all in vain.
"Pfft!"
A ghost claw pierced through his chest, tearing out his heart.
The Middle Stage Cultivator's body twitched a few times, his eyes quickly dimming.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing, his body falling limply.
In the blink of an eye, three of the six were gone.
"Spare... spare my life, I am willing to serve you as master, to serve you for life..."
"Me too, me too... I beg Demonic Lord to spare my life..."
"Me too!"
Voldemort walked out from the Demonic Qi, looking at the three kneeling on the ground, a mocking smile on his face: "Now you know to beg for mercy? It's too late."
He pointed a finger, and the demonic image on the colossal banner acted again, grabbing the three in its hands.
"No!!!"
Screams echoed in the space but were quickly swallowed by the Demonic Qi.
When the demonic image's palm opened again, three more piles of flesh lay on the ground.
Voldemort put away the Formation, and the nine blood-colored banners shrunk and flew back into his sleeve.
The Demonic Qi gradually dispersed, and the surroundings returned to their original state, except for six incomplete corpses on the ground.
"Hehe, a good harvest." Voldemort began to clean up the battlefield.
He collected all six Storage Pouches and carefully inspected their corpses.
The burly man and the Middle Stage Cultivator's bodies were severely damaged and could no longer be used; they could only be enjoyed.
The female Cultivator and the other three's bodies were relatively intact and could be used to refine Puppets.
Voldemort collected these six corpses and quickly fled.
He knew that the commotion from the battle here was not small and would soon attract more people.
Indeed.
Less than an incense stick's time after Voldemort left, two streaks of light landed in this space.
It was Fang Li and Li Sen of the Duobao Sect.
Both their faces turned ashen as they looked at the bloodstains all over the ground.
"We're too late!" Li Sen said, gritting his teeth, his fists clenching audibly.
Fang Li said in a deep voice, "Extraterrestrial Demonic Qi, and far exceeding the Foundation Establishment Stage. Fellow Daoist Song and the others have probably already met a terrible end."
"This extraterrestrial Devil Head is very cunning; he immediately fled after succeeding."
"What should we do?"
Li Sen asked, a look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, "Was the danyin fruit stolen by him?"
Fang Li pondered for a moment and said, "The extraterrestrial Devil Head's strength is not trivial, and he is cunning and ruthless. It will be difficult for us two alone to capture and kill him."
"I suggest we immediately report to the Sect."
Li Sen's face was extremely grim.
Once they did this, the danyin fruit would be completely out of his reach.
According to Sect rules, after a mission is issued, all True Disciples can accept it. At that time, whoever captures Voldemort will get the danyin fruit.
But since things had come to this, he had no better solution.
"Alright, it can only be this way," Li Sen sighed.
Fang Li took out his true disciple jade token and injected his Divine Sense into it.
Pale golden runes appeared on the jade token, and he reported everything that had just happened, including the extraterrestrial demonic Cultivator stealing the danyin fruit and setting up a Formation to kill six Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
This information traveled thousands of miles and quickly returned to the Duobao Sect.
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Duobao Sect, Mission Hall.
This was a magnificent hall, nine zhang high, spacious and bright inside.
In the center of the hall was a giant white jade, displaying various mission information in real-time.
Before the white jade, dozens of Disciples were busy, some posting missions, some handing over missions, and some querying information.
Suddenly, a piece of information on the white jade lit up, emitting a red glow.
"Urgent Mission: An extraterrestrial demonic Cultivator has appeared in the Turtle Mountain area, with a cultivation of Foundation Establishment Completion Stage. He has already stolen nine Earth Rank treasured danyin fruit and set up a Formation to kill six Foundation Establishment Cultivators."
"Mission Rank: High Grade Profound Rank. All True Disciples may accept."
"Mission Reward: Six thousand Contribution Points."