Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 221: A show of force

The aliens stood fifty or sixty meters away, their eyes filled with both provocation and murderous intent as they faced the gazes of the crowd.

Undisguised murderous intent.

The alien races couldn't possibly be unaware of the National College Glory League, and they were also well aware of the day when the human race would arrive.

These three guys are obviously here to keep watch.

"Get back!"

"Human trash, I'll kill you all if you come!"

"Those bones are your fate."

The shouting of a foreign language came from afar.

In Lin Feng's view, facing such a large group, the three alien races showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, they were extremely arrogant and kept threatening him.

"What kind of gibberish is that! It's horribly offensive."

Faced with the arrogant foreigners, a middle-aged man let out an annoyed curse.

At Martial Arts University, foreign languages ​​are a compulsory course, and mastering some basic languages ​​and scripts is an essential skill.

Not only martial arts universities, but many high schools also offer elective courses in foreign languages.

But clearly, not everyone has learned a foreign language, and the man was one of them.

As he cursed, he suddenly charged forward. During this process, his body rapidly expanded, muscles spread throughout, and he entered a demonic state.

"Be careful of fraud!"

Someone hurriedly reminded him, but whether he didn't hear it or simply didn't care, the man continued to rush towards the alien race. However, before he could even get within ten meters of the alien race, his fast-running body staggered and suddenly froze.

"what!"

With a piercing scream, the man's stiff body began to tremble violently, his skin swelled up, forming fist-sized bulges that moved across the surface of his skin, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

This horrifying sight sent chills down many people's spines, eliciting gasps and horrified stares.

This scene is just too bizarre.

With a series of 'thud' sounds, one after another, dark thorns dripping with warm blood pierced the man's body, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and the heart-wrenching screams came to an abrupt end.

"damn it!"

Seeing the man's pitiful state, resembling a hedgehog, the three people who had originally intended to help him suddenly stopped and quickly retreated.

Although they knew they would be fighting with alien races, no one expected that as soon as they entered the spatial gate, before they could even react, the alien races would give them a rude awakening.

"How did he die?"

Is it a curse?

"It should be a parasitic soul skill?" people kept guessing.

There were so many of them, but none of them noticed how the man was attacked; he just died inexplicably right in front of them.

"Everyone, step back a bit. Don't approach rashly. Judging from this situation, it should be a parasitic soul skill. There are invisible things in the air!"

A young man stepped forward and quickly entered a demonic transformation state. His dark eyes were now shimmering with a faint purple light.

"There are invisible green dots in the air, which are distributed around the body and have a diameter of five meters."

At this point, the young man looked at his teammate beside him, a young man with a buzz cut, and said, "Ah Jie, Flame."

A-Jie nodded and entered his demonic transformation state. He opened his mouth, spewing out crimson flames that formed a net of fire that covered the man's surroundings and ignited him.

"Clap clap clap..."

The air was filled with a continuous, chilling sound, as if thousands of mosquitoes were being set on fire, and the pungent smell was nauseating.

"Alright, the parasitic seed is dead."

The young man's eyes flashed with purple light as he spoke.

At this moment, looking at the burning corpse, some people's eyes were filled with fear, some were indifferent, some were filled with murderous intent, and some were filled with strange excitement.

The alien race was very pleased with themselves, laughing gleefully and shouting again.

"Stewardship!"

Lin Feng gave a speech, and Yue Mingming, acting as a tool, understood immediately. He took three of the ten longswords hanging on his body, grabbed the sword ropes, and swung them out. The longswords whistled and, under Yun Kai's control, flew towards the alien race like lightning.

"This is just a small warning; I won't be so gentle next time."

As they watched the flying sword hurtling towards them, one of the alien races sneered and shouted. The other race quickly entered a demonic transformation state. Before the flying sword arrived, their bodies suddenly lowered, and their feet seemed to merge into the earth and rocks beneath them, disappearing into thin air as if they had burrowed into the ground.

Seeing the alien race leave unharmed, and the charred corpses, the crowd's expressions were grim, a suppressed anger burning within them.

"Damn it, I hope you don't get caught!"

"These disgusting scum!"

Many cursed and swore, venting their anger. Others, their eyes filled with fear, struggled for a moment before retreating back into the spatial portal amidst the mocking gazes of the others, choosing to give up. These people were generally not very strong; some were even at the peak of the fourth rank, or had just entered the fifth rank.

They knew it was dangerous, but they clung to the hope of getting lucky or finding a bargain. However, harsh reality taught them a vivid lesson.

The intimidation tactic employed by the foreign tribes clearly worked, causing twenty or thirty people to choose to give up.

However, most people did not react much or feel much fear.

For many, entering the Jade Seal portal meant accepting the possibility of death.

After this initial show of force, the various teams and adventurers became noticeably more cautious.

The Jade Seal Spatial Gate is indeed very dangerous, ten or even a hundred times more dangerous than spatial gates of the same level.

In other spatial portals, the areas inhabited by alien races are forbidden zones. Generally, humans do not easily enter these areas, and alien races do not leave their own living areas to hunt humans, as this would inevitably provoke retaliation and lead to a major war.

Even the most invincible genius of the same level can perish within a spatial portal.

After all, everyone is afraid of death.

Large-scale deaths are rare unless it's a battle for the key.

However, things are clearly different here. The alien races here are crazy, dangerous, and powerful.

Upon their arrival, everyone witnessed a parasitic soul skill that reached the purple-gold level.

The parasitic particles released by this soul skill may be invisible plant seeds. They enter the human body through physical contact and respiration, and by consuming blood or flesh, they become nutrients for growth, multiplying rapidly. The fate of those who are affected is almost always tragic and extremely painful.

Although the name of the soul skill is uncertain, any parasitic soul skill, due to its rarity and bizarre attack method, is at the purple-gold level, and some are even as high as the diamond level.

Without special sensing soul skills, it would be difficult to detect.

Lin Feng was very interested in this parasitic soul skill.

Poison-type soul skills have always been the soul skills that Lin Feng wanted to absorb.

This parasitic soul skill is similar to a poison-type soul skill.

Imagine the sheer force of the explosions and shockwaves when a large number of bubbles burst. A person already dizzy and injured from the shockwave, coupled with the stiffness caused by the lightning strike, would be incredibly vulnerable if various parasitic seeds were released into the air at that moment. Even with prior warning, it would be extremely difficult to defend against. This is practically the perfect soul skill for ambushing someone. Furthermore, it's a wide-range area-of-effect attack, making its destructive power terrifying.

Parasitism was one of the soul skills in Lin Feng's plan.

However, absorbing such a soul skill is extremely difficult.

Generally speaking, parasitic soul skills are the innate skills of plant-type spirits, and only plant-type spirit masters can successfully absorb them.

Even with the help of Nightmare, it would be almost impossible for the dragon fish refined by Lin Feng to absorb this soul skill.

Unless he can find a non-plant-based parasitic soul skill, there is no possibility of him successfully absorbing it.

Parasitic soul skills that are not plant-based are extremely rare, belonging to the category of things that are hard to come by.

"There are still three hundred people."

Lin Feng observed the crowd around him. There were thirteen teams in this preliminary round, with eight people per team, totaling 104 people. As for the adventurers, there were still nearly two hundred people.

Among these two hundred people, some have just graduated, and some are around twenty-five years old, not much older than the contestants.

The vast majority of these people are from Shanghai, but a small portion come from all over the country, including Beijing, Wuhan, and Guangzhou.

Anyone can participate in the preliminary round, and the date is fixed and publicly announced. To enter the Jade Seal Space Gate, one must pass through multiple space gates to arrive in Shanghai early.

In addition to these young men and women, there are also some middle-aged people in their thirties and forties.

They are accustomed to death and do not experience much emotional fluctuation. They are typical adventurers who have been adventuring in the Divine Martial Continent for many years, hunting monsters, and living on the edge of death. They are experienced and seasoned.

At this age, not having broken through to the seventh rank proves they are not geniuses and their talent is average, but entering the Imperial Seal proves they are very confident in their own strength.

In Lin Feng's view, these people should not be underestimated; some of them are even stronger than the members of the various teams.

Lin Feng also noticed five or six elderly men who were clearly old, some in their sixties or seventies.

At this age, people probably don't have much ambition to improve their skills. The most likely reason for coming here is to make some money so they can retire comfortably.

“I think we should unite, otherwise he will serve as a cautionary tale.”

At this moment, a tall, bald man wielding a long knife stepped forward. Looking at the charred remains of the man, he shouted:

"Even an eight-person team faces great danger when facing alien races alone. Only when we become a true unit can we make the alien races wary and dare not make a move easily!"

"Yes, this is, after all, the territory of the alien race, and we are in great danger now."

Someone echoed.

Faced with this suggestion, many people nodded, thinking it made sense, but more people chose to stand by and watch, some with a cold smile on their lips.

Every organization needs a leader, and with a leader comes followers.

"Little brother" is sometimes a synonym for thugs and cannon fodder.

Nobody wants to be a subordinate.

(End of this chapter)