Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 496 The Abnormality of the Demon Tide

Buzhou Domain, Lianzhen Pass.

On the ground, the tide surged.

But that was not a real tide; it was an endless, distorted mass of evil spirits.

They roared, filled with the most primal killing intent, like a flood bursting its banks, tirelessly crashing against the city walls that shimmered with the light of array runes.

The magical light emanating from the city wall reflected the twinkling stars in the night sky as the cultivators displayed their unique abilities, repeatedly annihilating swarms of evil demons that approached the city wall.

"This won't do! There are too many evil demons..."

"With the Demon Lord here, killing as many of those demons as possible won't make a difference!"

Ordinary demons have no mind or consciousness. Only the demon lord, who has fought his way out from among millions of ordinary demons, will awaken self-awareness and be able to control the actions of ordinary demons.

Amidst the monstrous tide of demons, there were several powerful individuals—the Demon Lords.

The forms of the Demon Lords vary greatly. Some resemble piles of solid rocks and chaotic phosphorus; others seem to be mutated tree vines and demonic plants; some resemble beasts but have one eye or three mouths; and still others are headless humanoid giants...

Normally, these demon lords do not meet with each other and have fixed territories, but once they trigger a demon tide, they will work together to drive ordinary demons to sweep away everything.

Within the city, cultivators at the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages flew across the sky and stormed into the battlefield, attempting to kill the Demon Lord hiding within the Demon Tide.

A touch of snow fell on the wall.

Wu Hua frowned and looked towards the battlefield outside the city.

Half an hour ago, he happened to be inspecting Lianzhen Pass when he encountered the evil demon tide, so he naturally couldn't just sit idly by.

"The defenses on this side of the city wall are still very solid... Only by killing the Demon Lord can we possibly repel the Demon Tide."

Wu Hua did not linger on this side of the city wall for long. His figure transformed into a streak of light, and he plunged alone into the heart of the battlefield.

My natal snow sword moved at my will, and was drawn from its sheath with a clang.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, a biting wind arose out of nowhere, and countless tiny ice crystals and snowflakes were swept up in it.

He swung his sword horizontally, and a chilling, icy sword aura roared out—

Wherever it went, hundreds of ordinary demonic creatures were instantly frozen!

The aftershocks of the sword energy rippled outwards, and the bodies of those demonic creatures that had been frozen into blocks instantly crumbled and shattered into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Even the several demon lords hiding in the demon horde behind them were no exception; their lower bodies were directly frozen to the ground by solid ice.

With a single strike, a large area in front of him was cleared out. Wu Hua swept his divine sense and instantly locked onto the four strangely shaped demons.

The four 'fierce demons' were strangely ugly and bizarre, but on certain parts of their bodies, a blood-red, rhomboid crystal was visible—

That was precisely the characteristic of the Demon Lord.

Blood Fiend Crystal.

"Found them, the four Demon Lords, right..."

Wu Hua, sword in hand, met him at the scene.

In the air, a flash of sword light appeared. The four demon lords hiding in the demon tide had a look of fear on their terrifying faces. They tried to dodge, but could only watch helplessly as their bodies were frozen, shattered, and exploded into crystal snowflakes!

The Demon Lord was easily defeated, but Wu Hua frowned: "Something's not right..."

He could sense that those demon lords, judging from their aura alone, were at least comparable to Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have been so easily defeated.

"……besides!"

After Wu Hua killed as many as ten Demon Lords in succession, his conjecture was finally confirmed.

The demon lords who triggered this wave of demonic forces all seem to possess high realms but lack substantial power to match them.

"How come all these eerie monsters are all all bark and no bite?"

At this moment, other Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stage cultivators participating in the battle also noticed this anomaly.

Although the Demon Lord looks ferocious and terrifying with an imposing aura, his strength is much weaker than expected when you actually fight him. He can often kill you within a few moves.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Deep within the Demon Tide, approximately ten powerful auras erupted, their strength instantly surpassing any of the Demon Lords that had appeared before, their cultivation level approaching that of a human cultivator in the Void Refinement stage!

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" On the battlefield, the Nascent Soul stage cultivators retreated swiftly without pausing for a moment.

The cultivators at the Void Refinement stage remained on the battlefield, but they cautiously gathered in small groups.

However, the newly emerged demon lords did not attack anyone else. Instead, they rushed out from different directions, all aiming directly at Wu Hua.

Although Wu Hua was surprised, he reacted very quickly. Even when surrounded by ten demonic lords at the Void Refinement Realm, his expression remained calm.

Pure snow and wind swept away, burying the world's filth.

Centered on Wuhua, an even more violent blizzard swept across the area.

Wherever it goes, an extremely cold domain is opened!

Of the ten demonic beasts that pounced, five were quickly covered with a thick layer of ice, their lower bodies frozen, and their movements became stiff and sluggish.

The other five, with their even faster speed, broke through the wind and snow and quickly rushed to Wu Hua's front, roaring with ferocious expressions!

A snow sword flashed out, like a crescent moon, its tip piercing the blood-fiend crystals of the five demon lords.

"broken!"

As those icy words were uttered, the entire bodies of those demon lords were instantly filled with extreme cold! Frozen! Exploded!!

Immediately afterwards, Wu Hua turned around and with a single sword strike, cleaved a small, skeletal demon lord who was trying to sneak up from behind in two!

"...It's Wu Hua!"

"So it was Young Master Wuhua from Zhanming Mountain. No wonder that sword strike was so terrifying!"

One of the cultivators recognized Wu Hua, and his face lit up with a slight smile.

Wu Hua glanced at the cultivators; their clothes were all printed with the Yan family crest, clearly indicating that they were all members of the Yan family.

Lianzhen Pass is guarded by the Yan family, so seeing so many Yan family members isn't surprising, but...

He glanced around, but did not see the person he expected.

"Where is Yan Mingyuan? As the young master of the Yan family, shouldn't he be here overseeing things?" Wu Hua's grip on his sword tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Upon noticing that cultivators from the Yan family were approaching, he flew away without exchanging a single word of pleasantries.

"...Uh, Young Master Wuhua is so aloof, just like his natal sword."

As a family of sword cultivators, the Yan family has always judged people by their swordsmanship and greatly admires and respects those renowned sword geniuses.

Sword cultivators outside Zhongzhou might admire Yan Mingyuan, the long-established young master of the Yan family, even more.

But the Yan family...

It's all tears when I try to talk about it.

I wouldn't dare say all the members of the Yan family, but at least 70% or 80% of them, if they were of sound mind, would never admire or even like their young master. Instead, they would be more inclined to support a famous swordsman from outside.

Wu Hua was the most highly regarded swordsmanship genius among them.

Even more rebellious, many members of the Yan family are turning against their own, hoping that an unparalleled swordsmanship genius will emerge in Zhongzhou and defeat their young master decisively! That would be a huge blow to Yan Mingyuan!

"Hey! Do you like our young master's 'fiery' style of doing things?"

Someone nudged a member of the Yan family who had been muttering something, and the latter immediately trembled, as if he had imagined some extremely terrifying scene. He shook his head repeatedly: "What are you talking to me about! Hurry up and kill the Demon Lord..."

"..."

The days and months passed, and the battle raged on for a full month, yet the demonic tide showed no signs of abating.

Over the past month, major cities and even ordinary passes have been attacked by the monstrous tide of evil spirits, which have been relentlessly annihilated.

A terrible message then spread—

"What?! How could Demon Lords of Fiends be born in batches?!"

"This has never been unprecedented!"