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

This was completely beyond the understanding of the Central Plains cultivators regarding the evil demon.

The birth of a Demon Lord requires extremely demanding conditions; how could they possibly appear in such large numbers as they are now?

But the facts are before our eyes.

Even though these mass-produced Demon Lords are not as powerful as the Demon Lords of the past, they can still develop a faint sense of self.

A demon lord who is conscious and capable of thinking is far more cunning and threatening than hundreds or thousands of ordinary demon lords.

"Something might have gone wrong inside Buzhou Domain."

Wu Hua sat cross-legged on the wall of Lianzhen Pass, looking solemnly at the surging tide of evil demons below.

Even his relentless killing of the Demon Lord day and night could only have a temporary effect.

Currently, the Nascent Soul stage and above cultivators at Lianzhen Pass have begun to divide into groups, with each group rotating every four hours to go to the heart of the battlefield to behead the Demon Lord.

Meanwhile, the other cultivators took the opportunity to return to the city to recuperate and restore their spiritual energy.

A cultivator noticed that Wu Hua was about to leave and quickly spoke up to persuade him to stay: "Young Master Wu Hua, you have only been back in the city for less than an hour. Why don't you rest for another hour?"

Wu Hua glanced at the person; it was a member of the Yan family.

He was about to say, "No need..."

But at this moment——

In the midst of the demonic tide, among the originally densely packed and relatively weak ordinary demonic horde, suddenly hundreds of auras began to fluctuate and rise violently!

As if catalyzed by some invisible force, their bodies underwent abnormal expansion and mutation, with their bones growing in a twisted manner!

—This is the transformation into the new Demon Lord on the spot!

Countless cultivators felt a sudden tremor in their hearts, staring in disbelief at the horrifying scene before them!

These newly born Demon Lords, compared to the human cultivators, are roughly at the early to late stages of the Nascent Soul realm. Their individual strength is not difficult to deal with, but their numbers... a rough scan reveals that there are over a hundred of them! And this number is still increasing!

The hundreds of newly born Demon Lords simultaneously let out roars mixed with excitement! The sound shook the heavens and the earth!

At the same time, the Demon Lords locked onto Lianzhen Pass in unison. They no longer used ordinary Demon Lords as cannon fodder, but instead charged head-on!

boom! boom! boom!

The murderous aura that soared into the sky slammed against the city wall!

The array runes on the surface of the city wall flickered violently, their brightness fluctuating.

Some of the demon lords' bodies were torn apart by the scorching array, leaving behind chunks of foul-smelling, muddy 'flesh and blood'.

Even if they were to be shattered to pieces, those demon lords seemed to be possessed, tirelessly launching suicidal charges!

With each charge, the once-solid city walls seemed to tremble slightly!

A series of pebbles and sand fell, crashing into everyone's hearts.

One of the cultivators trembled with fear: "This city wall... won't it collapse?"

……

"Can the demonic tide you've unleashed really breach the border?"

In the desolate wilderness, where few people ventured, a dark figure darted across.

As Yun Wuyai traveled north, he inquired about the remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan within his body.

"Hehehe...No."

A strange laugh escaped from Yun Wuyai's throat.

Yun Wuyai was used to this, but he was a little puzzled: "Can't? Then why go to all this trouble and do something useless?"

"Heh heh! If we don't do this, how can we keep the attention of the Central Plains people focused on the Buzhou Domain?"

"If we can just hold out for another two months, until we reach the Sea Breeze Domain, everything... hehehe!"

Yun Wuyai: "What do you want? We're all in the same boat now. What is there that I can't know?"

The remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan within the body seemed unwilling to say much, only urging:

"We will tell you when you arrive at the Sea Breath Domain."

"...Heh heh! Hurry up and get going!"

Being treated like a dog made Yun Wuyai very unhappy.

But he could only suppress his anger: "Right now, all the cities in Zhongzhou are under martial law, and even teleportation arrays are not allowed for free use by independent cultivators. Do you think I can fly to the Sea Breath Domain on foot? Do you know how long that will take?"

"Unless, I can advance to the late Nascent Soul stage right now..." A calculating look appeared in Yun Wuyai's eyes.

He won't do it without some benefit.

To advance from the late Golden Core stage to the early Nascent Soul stage, if one cultivates step by step, given Yun Wuyai's current status as a rogue cultivator, it would take at least two hundred years of arduous cultivation before he might have a chance.

However, since he was possessed by the remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan, his special physique has been able to conceal Nightmare Qi, which means that if he were to switch to cultivating Nightmare Qi, he would not only achieve twice the result with half the effort, but also remain undetected.

As his cultivation level increased, he was also able to accommodate more remnant souls of the Nightmare Clan to possess him.

This can be considered one of the few instances where Yun Wuyai and the remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan share a common goal.

The wonderful feeling of being able to rise to the top in one step with such ease captivated Yun Wuyai.

"What a greedy kid..."

"Hehehe! Greed is good! I've got my eye on your desires, hehehe..."

"..."

……

The wind and snow outside Lianzhengguan are blowing again—

Amidst the swirling sword shadows, Wu Hua showed no sign of ease.

This new batch of Demon Lords is different from the Demon Lords who were just empty shells in the past month. Each Demon Lord is as powerful as a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage.

On the battlefield, quite a few cultivators in the Void Refinement stage have already suffered losses at the hands of this group of Demon Lords.

Cultivators will get tired, feel pain, experience depletion of spiritual energy, and exhaustion of divine consciousness.

But the Demon Lord is different. As long as he has a breath left, he will attack tirelessly and recklessly, which is truly terrifying.

Unbeknownst to them, in the deepest part of the battlefield, only Wu Hua remained, slaying the Demon Lord.

The murderous aura emanating from Wu Hua did not frighten or cause the Demon Lords to retreat; instead, they all fell into an even more frenzied state, with dozens of Demon Lords rushing in from all directions!

"Do you need my help?"

Suddenly, a frivolous voice rang out from behind.

A wave of swords swept in.

A meteorite as hot as the sun fell, smashing down more than a dozen demon lords, and countless ordinary demons were also wiped out in an instant by a gentle swipe of the sword wave!

Wu Hua turned his head to look, and when he saw who it was, his hand gripping the sword tightened suddenly.

—Yan, Ming, Yuan.

Yan Mingyuan approached with his hands behind his back, his smile seemingly tinged with amusement.

Wu Hua replied expressionlessly, "No need."

"The frequent birth of Demon Lords indicates a problem within the Buzhou Domain." Yan Mingyuan crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, saying, "There are inhuman and ghostly beings in the Buzhou Domain, playing tricks. Do you dare to come with me and investigate?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Wu Hua casually slew several more ferocious demons with a single sword strike. "However, Lianzhen Pass is guarded by your Yan family. As the young master of the Yan family, shouldn't you stay behind to guard it?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Mingyuan scoffed: "If the Yan family can't even defend Lianzhen Pass just because the young master of the Yan family isn't here, then they might as well all die."

"Please rest assured, young master! We swear to defend the city to the death!"

"Please rest assured, young master! We swear we will never retreat!"

Hearing the echoes of the Yan family members around him, without a trace of resentment, Wu Hua couldn't understand it, and it once again refreshed his understanding of Yan Mingyuan.

It can be summed up in four words: evil, inferior, adult, and nature.