136: Stealing monsters? Have a death wish? The Blood Demon's greeting gift.

The eighteenth floor, the dungeon.

This ancient city was built on a vast underground plain, surrounded by black city walls.

The city was brightly lit, with patrolling alien soldiers everywhere.

But under Qin Lang's Eye of the Heavenly Dao, these defenses were like paper.

"There are only two squads of Horned Demons at the East Gate, and the South Gate is empty." Qin Lang lay on a high ground and whispered to the people behind him.

"Ofina, take the mage corps and blast open the South Gate's wall for me."

"Jin Yao, take some men to the East Gate to feign an attack and draw their fire."

"Senior Cheng Ye, take the main force, charge in through the breach, and head straight for the central plaza." The deployment was methodical.

Although everyone was surprised by how Qin Lang knew the enemy situation like the back of his hand, they had no choice but to trust him at this moment.

"Move out!" Following Qin Lang's command, the night sky was lit up.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Dozens of magic beams of various colors, like a meteor shower, slammed heavily into the South Gate's wall.

Ofina put in extra effort, waving the staff in her hand. "Spatial Explosion!" Boom! A section of the wall, dozens of meters long, was blown apart, creating a large breach. Debris flew everywhere, and smoke billowed.

"Enemy attack!!" The alien guards on the wall let out shrill screams. But before they could react, Jin Yao's side had already made their move. Shouts of battle shook the sky, and firelight erupted everywhere.

"Kill!" The defending army inside the city was indeed drawn over. The defense at the South Gate instantly became empty.

"Now! Charge!" Cheng Ye roared, taking the main force like tigers descending a mountain, charging into the city through the breach. Everything was proceeding according to plan. It was like cutting through bamboo.

However, just as the main force was locked in combat with the alien defenders, in the rear of the team, Wei Hong and Lin Qiang's eyes began to flicker. They looked at the tower that soared into the clouds, a hint of greed flashing in their eyes.

"Brother Hong, look over there!" Lin Qiang pointed to another deserted path. "That road leads straight to the tower!"

"Now that Qin Lang and the others are attracting fire at the front, there surely aren't many people under that tower!"

"If we charge over now..." "That Secret Realm core will be ours!"

Wei Hong was tempted. Ten thousand points! That was the qualification for direct admission! And there was that mysterious grand prize! Wealth is sought in danger!

"Let's go!" Wei Hong gritted his teeth and pulled a few precious "Speed Talismans" from his embrace. "Stick them on! We're going to steal the base!"

"As long as we get the core, this credit will be ours!" After speaking, he took a dozen people from Wanhao Academy and broke away from the main force. Like a group of oil-stealing rats, they moved quickly through the shadows, creeping toward the tower.

This scene naturally did not escape Qin Lang's eyes.

"Brother Lang, they..." Jin Yao just wanted to start to remind him. Qin Lang waved his hand, a mocking smile curling on the corners of his lips.

"Let them go."

"If someone is willing to act as a pathfinder to test the depth of that Blood Demon, why should we stop them?"

This was an overt scheme. Wei Hong thought he was the oriole, but in reality, he was just a moth flying into a flame.

Qin Lang led his people forward unhurriedly. The few Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members encountered along the way were all dealt with in a few moves by him and Ofina working together. That relaxed and easy demeanor left the surrounding students dumbfounded.

On the other side, Wei Hong and the others relied on the speed of the Speed Talismans to sprint all the way. Sure enough, as they expected, the guards near the tower had all been drawn away. Only two injured Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members were guarding there.

"Haha! Heaven helps me!" Wei Hong was overjoyed. "Smash them for me! Use Talismans to smash them to death!"

These rich second-generation kids had no other skills, but they were rich. Dozens of four-star attack Talismans were thrown out like they cost nothing. Boom, boom, boom! Those two unlucky Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members didn't even have time to resist before they were blown to smithereens.

"The core is mine!" Wei Hong looked at the tower, which was close at hand, his eyes filled with fanaticism. He seemed to have already seen the scene of himself standing on the podium, receiving the cheers of ten thousand people.

He did not hesitate in the slightest. He rushed straight toward the blood pool at the base of the tower. Because the mechanism leading to the top of the tower was right behind the blood pool.

However, the moment his foot touched the edge of the blood pool, the originally boiling blood suddenly went still. A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped Wei Hong's entire body. It was as if he had been targeted by a prehistoric beast.

"Since you've come." "Then stay and be a sacrifice." A hoarse, low voice came from the depths of the blood pool.

Gurgle. The blood churned. A large hand covered in scarlet scales suddenly reached out from the blood. There was nothing flashy about it. It was just a simple grab.

"No!!" Wei Hong screamed in terror, wanting to retreat. But the Primal Energy protecting his body was as fragile as a soap bubble in front of that large hand.

Snap! With a crisp sound, the automatic defense Talisman on Wei Hong's body shattered instantly. His whole body was swatted away by that large hand as if he were a fly.

"Pfft—!" Wei Hong spat out a large mouthful of blood and flew backward. He crashed heavily into a building in the distance, suffering severe injuries on the spot, his life or death unknown.

A figure covered in blood, as if wearing a layer of scarlet blood armor, slowly rose from the blood pool. He was the Blood Demon.

The strength he displayed far exceeded everyone's imagination. With just one blow, he had crippled a powerful Fourth-Tier War Sect Master.

At this moment, Xiang Changkong, Lü Fang, and other Fourth-Tier Experts from other teams had also arrived. The three of them were working together to besiege the injured Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Member.

The Blood Demon's figure flashed. With incredible speed, he launched a surprise attack in an instant.

"Bang!" Xiang Changkong and Lü Fang's combined efforts were actually repelled by his single blow. Both of their web spaces between their thumbs and forefingers split open, and the Flying Swords in their hands hummed, shattering inch by inch.

Meanwhile, Qin Lang, along with Jin Yao, Ofina, and others, also joined forces to kill the other two Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members, clearing all obstacles on this side.

He looked up toward the direction of the tower, feeling that heaven-soaring Devilish Qi.

"Let's go! Full speed ahead!" He gave the order and led his team, charging toward the tower at full speed. It was time to join the battle against the Blood Demon.