Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

From the edge of the sky came the crisp sound of bones shattering.

The crimson dragon, its body stretching over a hundred meters, writhed wildly among the clouds. From its reverse scales, pierced by the roc's sharp claws, a waterfall of dragon blood gushed forth, staining the sky and the earth crimson.

"Die!"

A thunderous roar echoed from the roc's throat, and in the instant its claws snapped shut, the demonic dragon's tough scales shattered like glass. The moment its bluish-gray dragon tendons were torn from its body, they emitted a mournful cry like the snapping of a zither string.

The dragon-headed demon king, who had revealed his true form, saw countless scenes amidst fear and pain.

Humans were nailed to stone pillars and disemboweled; infants cried in boiling oil cauldrons; and the skin of young girls was passed around at demonic feasts. The most tender psychics, especially female psychics, were given as rewards, to be fought over and torn apart by fierce demons.

But now, everything has turned upside down.

It has become the torn prey, its natural enemy, tearing it apart!
Its proud dragon bloodline has now become the driving force behind its demise.

Anyone who isn't a dragon could probably fight them.

It fought back frantically, spewing dragon breath and activating its abilities.

But the roc grabbed the dragon's head, its sharp claws piercing the dragon's bones, crushing its face and causing its enormous eyes to burst from their sockets. Its other claw seized the dragon's tail, piercing it as well.

The demonic dragon seemed to sense something. It struggled frantically, even pleading, but was gradually straightened.

Li Yelai unleashed his Mythical Mimicry and Divine General Dharma Form.

This made the Kunpeng extremely large, and in terms of strength, it was no longer comparable to any overlord.

Then, the roc spread its wings and tore at the ground with all its might.

With a dull tearing sound, the dragon's spine snapped off section by section, and pale red bone marrow scattered from the sky like rain of blood.

Amidst the drifting blood rain, the Kunpeng spreads its wings and roars, its voice shaking the heavens and the earth!

"Kill them all!!!"

Another overlord has died, stirring up waves once again in the virtual realm.

The demons have become numb.

That night, not only did they fail to kill the female assassin, but several of their own leaders also perished.

Now, looking at the colossal wings of the roc that blot out the sky, most of the terror demons only feel fear and powerlessness.

Mythical mimicry combined with the divine appearance of a general makes the Kunpeng's size extremely terrifying, with a wingspan exceeding one thousand meters.

Combined with the violent fluctuations at the time of the overlord's death, his aura was able to be transmitted very far.

A sanctuary that had been captured had become orc territory.

Countless spores are being dispersed, and a large number are growing rapidly.

Orc craftsmen are hammering away with all sorts of junk hammers, forging all sorts of strange yet powerful weapons.

Among them, one of the most enormous orcs sensed something.

It let out an excited war cry.

'waaaaaaaa!'

Meanwhile, a giant tree located in a strange abyss is secretly absorbing nutrients from various battlefields.

It accepts all comers, human and demonic. Unnoticed by either side, it grows stronger little by little.

Perhaps sensing danger, it twisted its vines. One by one, enormous parasites crawled out from the vines.

Meanwhile, Rakshasa King, located in a quiet apartment, gazed calmly into the distance.

A few seconds later, he raised his hand and waved it, creating a spatial rift, which he then stepped into.

"So many demons attacked, and they were beaten like this! What a bunch of useless trash!"

The powerful humans also noticed this intense fluctuation.

If it were said that the insect lord had died, they could only speculate. After all, the distance was too great, and the fluctuations were chaotic.

But this time, they can clearly feel it.

Inside a certain sanctuary, the powerful humans sensed the fluctuations and roars emanating from the void.

"Golden-Winged Roc? Could it be the Golden-Winged Overlord? But its size is just too huge." The human powerhouse asked in surprise and delight.

"No, the Golden Wing Overlord was severely injured by the Orc leader, so he shouldn't be able to tear apart an Overlord."

"That's Kunpeng, the ninth-generation champion!" the scattered clouds responded. "Only he could unleash such a massive mythical mimicry!"

"Moreover, this dragon probably did something unforgivable. Otherwise, the champion wouldn't have left it with a whole corpse."

"Indeed, a dominant dragon. Old Ma number eight should have been the champion."

Beside them, Ma Hongyi and several members of the Ma family had inscrutable expressions.

"Damn it, it's almost the 8th."

Meanwhile, on the other side, two girls are engaged in a fierce battle.

Because of this fluctuation, trading was temporarily suspended.

The girl in the black dress looked into the far distance, as if she could see the Kunpeng hundreds of kilometers away.

Born from the fear of the Primarch, she naturally knew who this fluctuation came from.

"It seems your little boyfriend has also entered the fog of disaster. No wonder mimicking celestial soldiers have appeared recently." The girl in the black dress chuckled. With a wave of her hand, terrifying air currents condensed, transforming into an unknown substance, and rapidly taking shape.

"Tell me, would he still recognize you now?" The girl in the black dress spoke with utter sarcasm. In her view, the Primarch was resisting her talent and rejecting her destiny to reach the top.

That's an extremely foolish thing to do!

Otherwise, a terrifying demon like her wouldn't have been born.
The doll, now silent, has undergone a transformation, appearing more composed and mysterious. She seems like a high and mighty queen.
The only hint of gentleness in his eyes was when he looked into the distance.

Then, her gentleness turned to indifference, and she raised her hand, gathering the same terrifying power! She clashed with the demon of terror once more!

On the other side, the giant Kunpeng dissipated, and Li Yelai switched to the Eternal God's Chosen mask, repaired his injuries, and landed back on the ground.

On the ground battlefield, all the demons were slaughtered.

With the Dragon-Headed Demon King gone, the remaining demons were no match for the combined might of Candlelight and Dawn. Not to mention, a powerful assassin also intervened, and none of them escaped.

When Li Ye returned to the ground, Little Mad King and the other two were treating the psionicist whose limbs had been severed.

The extraordinary drug injected into his body barely saved the psychic's life, but his limbs were rendered useless.
Unless a more powerful drug is used to regenerate the severed limb, or prosthetic limbs are used.

"Don't bother, I only have five senses, I'm not worth so many medications."

This psionicist is a processor in the Bashu Mountain City, codenamed 'Iron Fist'.

With an iron fist, he surveyed the ghostly scene and said in a low voice, "Thank you. For avenging our people."

This place was originally a shelter that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

However, the disaster fog appeared too quickly.

Not many civilians and troops were transferred here.

The powerful psionic warrior guarding this place is a captain.

When the Demon King personally launched the attack, the sanctuary was forcibly breached.

The captain desperately stalled for time, allowing some of the team to break through, but many were still captured by the demons.

Then came this nightmarish scene, until Li Yelai and the others arrived.

Of the two thousand people captured, fewer than three hundred survived. They had suffered both mental and physical torture and were in very poor condition.

"How should we deal with them?" Dawn asked. "Your inevitable encounters with powerful enemies are still being triggered, and new enemies may appear soon."

"Ok, I know."

Li Yelai couldn't travel with the others for the time being; if the enemy's numbers were too large, he wouldn't be able to protect them. So, Li Yelai looked at the silver mecha: "Where is the nearest human shelter?"

The silver mech is a creation of the Terror Demon Forging General.

Forging General is an intelligent AI.

The original was a high-tech civilization that appeared in a certain calamity fog, possessing technology superior to that of humans.

It has been collecting materials, forging mechs to assist various terrifying demons, or trading with other terrifying demons.

Li Yelai used the core of the Machine God to directly awaken its Machine Soul, causing it to betray the Forging General and become a Machine Soul loyal to humanity.

This allowed Li Yelai to obtain more information about the terrifying demons from it, as well as information related to humans.

The quantum eye of the silver mech flashed: [The nearest human sanctuary is forty kilometers away, guarded by a human overlord. Intelligence indicates that, apart from the Demon King, there should be no other demonic forces nearby.]
"It's alright, not too far."

Li Yelai scattered a handful of golden beans, and hundreds of mimicking heavenly soldiers appeared, including a divine mimicking heavenly soldier.

"After you escort them to the shelter, stay there and provide intelligence on the demons," Li Yelai said.

The silver mech bowed its head.

Then, together with the mimicry of heavenly soldiers, they carried or lifted the people away quickly.

They moved with light and steady steps, quickly disappearing into the street.

"You used both Mythical Mimicry and Divine General Avatar at the same time, so your spiritual energy is being consumed a bit too quickly," Dawn said, watching their departing figures.

Candlelight remained silent, only exhaling a breath of flame, which burned away the hellish scene.

Li Yelai can indeed quickly recover his spiritual energy, but he needs a large enough number of enemies, and he needs to activate the Elysium Chosen Face Mask.

Just now, the spiritual energy that Li Yelai obtained from the Dragon-Headed Demon King was less than what he had consumed.

“I should have been the one to smear it on the wall. Let it suffer enough pain so you could recover enough psionic energy,” Dawn said. “You killed it too hastily.”

"I was too angry to think about this at all." Li Yelai shook his head. He was only thinking about tearing the Demon King apart, and he didn't think about anything else.

"Let's see how many enemies come next."

"If they dare to come again."

While facing formidable opponents is indeed powerful, it also has its limitations.

If the enemy doesn't step into the area, there's no way to forcibly take them out.

Within this vast space, the Möbius strip's capabilities are limited to creating a staggered street layout.

They continued to leave and detach themselves from the sky.

Now that Li Yelai and his three companions have killed four waves of terrifying demons, the demons probably won't send any more troops to their deaths.

Especially the death of the Insect Lord, this kind of late-game development type of Terror Demon was destroyed so early.

They must be heartbroken.

Of course, the other party has already invested so much sunk cost.

They might also estimate that Li Yelai's spiritual energy is running low, and plan to launch another attack to completely eliminate this unstable factor.

They didn't know that Li Ye had gotten the Blissful Absolute for free, which allowed him to quickly recover his spiritual energy.

This information gap allows the Demonic Horror faction to continue committing combat power, which will continue to be consumed by Li Yelai.

Just as Li Ye was considering waiting for the effect of inevitably encountering a powerful enemy to end before catching up with the group and heading to the shelter together.

A spatial rift opened up in the distance.

'So they really came after all?'

Li Yelai and the others sneered inwardly. If the newcomer was a powerful overlord, they would swarm him, smash him to pieces, and then use the wall to restore their spiritual energy.

If the visitor is indeed a supreme being, then let him face the old mad king's imitation teardrop!

However, to Li Yelai's surprise.

From within the crack appeared a sacrificial mask, which seemed to be made of wood.

Li Yelai frowned, but suddenly felt that his Soul Well was turbulent, and the originally solid Soul Well was now strangely distorted.

At the same time, the roar of the champion's cape echoed in Li Yelai's mind.

'careful! ’

In that instant, the sacrificial mask shattered with a deafening roar, the fragments reforming into eye-shaped crystals, with nine layers of blood-red spirals swirling within the pupils. The moment Li Yelai's gaze met theirs, his retina was branded with writhing, eerie patterns.

Countless overlapping roars exploded deep within his brain.

He saw the faces of his comrades grow from the demon heads he had severed.

The tombstones of fallen comrades ooze black bile.

The blood pool, which had just been purified, surged again.

The souls of the infants who were saved grew fangs of a dragon-headed demon king in the vortex.

In the scenes of reincarnation, he sees his comrades being buried and the human warriors who sacrificed themselves before him.

It is repeating the process of turning to ashes, and the blood mist that bursts out each time it dies will condense into a new demon.

All deaths are repeating themselves, and the cycle is worsening.

'boom'

Li Ye felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in his mind, filling him with countless negative emotions.

'Why is it that despite paying such a high price to kill the enemy, they manage to come back again and again!'

'I killed my own family and friends to send them off to their funeral! Having endured so much, why did this end have to happen?'

No! Humanity will not lose!

The dimension of reality began to collapse, and moldy mycelium grew on Li Yelai's right arm where he held the knife.

The earth beneath his feet transformed into countless opening and closing mouths, chewing on his shadow reflected on the ground.

The sky cracked open with viscous fissures, and teeth and fingernails floated in the falling blood rain.

It's twisted, it's twisting!
He saw Zhu Ye's body swell up in an instant, the wound on his neck turning into sharp teeth, and he roared.

As dawn broke, sharp spikes grew from beneath the skin, each one piercing a human skull.

Little Mad King. He can't see Little Mad King. Has he already disappeared into the shadows?

"Damn it, it's Shang!" Ignoring the twisting of his neck, Zhu Ye roared, "Stay calm, it's not his true form!"

Tragedy? Is this the monster hidden beneath the champion's destiny?

Ha ha
Li Yelai didn't know if what he was seeing was real or fake, but he had definitely run into trouble.

Li Yelai raised his arm, which now had teeth, and brushed it across his cheek.

Open the face mask, Blood God's Chosen Face Mask, Eternal God's Chosen Face Mask.

That moment.

From the highest heavens, the Blood God, observing the endless war in the crimson wilderness, cast his gaze upon the land.

It is located in a corrupt yet vibrant garden.

The bloated yet kind-hearted father, who was simmering a thick soup, stopped what he was doing.

It was as if a heavy hammer from the void had fallen. The eyeball exploded in an instant.

But almost at the same time, a dangerous killing intent descended!
Space, slash! (End of Chapter)