Chapter 1365 - 869: Slaughter Through

Inside the South Suburb Bottomless Pit, Ancient Pine Tower City, on the 20th layer of the maze.

"Hold the line! Stand firm!"

"Tree Shadow Shield, block the Stone Gate!" A series of shouts echoed as row upon row of Heaven Returning Wood extended fine branches, firmly holding the door leading to the Bottomless Abyss.

"Roo..."

"Woof!" The Wolf Lake Dogs took on hunting stances, growling in low and warning tones.

The array of demon beasts present, like the Heaven Returning Wood and Wolf Lake Dogs, mostly ranged from 1.8 meters to 2.5 meters in size, evidencing their status as Spirit-level Demon Pets.

Only a few of the Demon Pets had a larger size, reaching General-level standards.

This meant that in this team of Human Race soldiers, only a few were Demon Taming Generals, while the remaining soldiers were largely at the Great Demon Tamer level, perhaps even lower-ranked Demon Tamers.

Under normal circumstances, the Great Demon Tamer level was already quite a formidable force.

These individuals had all survived dreadful Celestial Punishments and had coalesced their own Demon Souls, earning the world’s veneration as "Divine," yet...

In front of the Youhan Tree-dispatched Youhan Corps, the powers of Great Demon Tamers and Spirit-level Demon Beasts were indeed insufficient!

"Whoosh!!" A sudden gust arose.

In a flash, the thick Stone Gate was reduced to dust!

The Heaven Returning Wood Branches were not spared; as a defensive Demon Skill·Tree Shadow Shield, they were similarly torn apart by the fierce storm.

The rows of Heaven Returning Wood shuddered violently in agony, their branches and leaves trembling intensely.

Yet they did not retreat, under their master’s command, they continually extended branches, trying to halt the enemy’s advance.

"Woof!"

"Woof!!" Streams of Little Water Guns sprayed fiercely towards the Stone Gate like high-pressure Water Cannons.

Under the soldiers’ watch, a towering figure emerged.

This was a Cold Race man, with gray hair and skin, abnormally burly, and a ghostly face overlaying his own, merging into one with his face.

He donned a spectral cloak, from which gales swirled.

The high-pressure Water Cannons fired by the Wolf Lake Dogs could not harm the Cold Race man in the slightest.

The wooden stakes thrust out from Heaven Returning Wood continually poked at the Cold Race man’s body, only to be sheared flat by the Vortex Cloak.

Ghostly Soul Demon Skill·Ghostly Soul Robe!

The output from Spirit-level, General-level Demon Beasts, all blocked by the Wraith Robe!

What level of Wandering Ghost Soul is this?

What caliber is this Cold Race individual?

The soldiers could not make an exact judgment, but all could affirm this: such a powerful Cold Race Warrior should grace the grandest of battlefields, not be lost in an insignificant place like the South Suburbs Bottomless!

The Cold Race man’s eyes were full of ridicule, looking at the human soldiers as though viewing lifeless corpses: "Crack."

Amidst the chaos, a Human Race soldier’s face stiffened.

He felt as if surrounded by a dozen figures, whispering secrets into his ears.

"Heh..." His breathing trembled, his gaze vacant, he stumbled a step forward.

"Woof! Woof!!" The Wolf Lake Dog first sensed things awry.

It hurriedly stepped forward, seizing its master’s trouser hem and tugging backward urgently.

The Cold Race man abruptly raised his hand!

A Wind Blade dashed forth, instantly cutting through streams of water, severing wooden branches, directly slicing toward the soldier’s flesh.

"Woof!!" The Wolf Lake Dog howled in terror.

It abandoned pulling its master and instead rammed him, activating a Water Shield before its forehead simultaneously.

Xuan Platinum Water Iron Curtain!

"Screech!" The Wind Blade shredded the Water Iron Curtain.

The advancing Wind Blade cut the loyal Wolf Lake Dog from head to tail, slicing it in two.

"Wolf..." In that moment, the soldier regained his senses.

Being a Fourth Level·Great Demon Tamer, it was clear he couldn’t break free from the control of the Cold Race Secret Technique.

The soldier’s regained sanity was naturally due to the malicious Cold Race intentionally doing so!

"Whoosh" Another Wind Blade came, instantly cutting through the soldier’s body, slicing through the thick stone wall behind, vanishing within.

Blood splattered, the scene grotesquely bloody, violently ruthless.

"No!!"

"Xiao Quan!" Voices rang out, shocked and furious.

"Heh heh~ha ha, hahahaha!" The Cold Race man laughed wildly, his laugh grating on the ears.

"Rumble!" Sinister laughter continued as the maze’s floor abruptly erupted.

Figures cloaked in phantasmal robes burst through the ground, ascending straight upward.

The 20 layers of the Bottomless Maze could stop brainless Cold Beasts but not this elite group.

The Cold Race man casually unleashed a storm, engulfing the soldiers and demon pets.

"Hmph." A cold snort from the Cold Race man, his foot stomping down, launching himself upward with speed.

Before his iron fists, one layer of the maze after another crumbled as if they were paper, punched full of holes.

"Rumble!"

Debris flew, airwaves raged.

The Cold Race man was evidently formidable, outpacing others of Cold Race in speed, streaking ahead, bursting out of the Bottomless Maze, towering high over the Bottomless Camp.

In an instant, jets of Water and Fireballs bombarded.

The Cold Race man exuded thick Cold Qi, his face perpetually bearing an audacious, rampant smile.

Facing the fiery beams shooting his way, the Cold Race man held his palm forward.