I transmigrated to a chaotic world and became the sole player.

As the night deepened, shouts of battle shook the surrounding Blackrock City. Amidst the interplay of spiritual light and demonic flames, half the sky flickered between light and shadow. The protective array's protective shield shimmered violently under the relentless onslaught of the demonic tide, like a lone lamp in a storm, threatening to go out at any moment.

Lu Zhao and his three companions quietly slipped out of the western city wall. Instead of using the gap in the formation, they had a lone traveler named "Wind Without Trace," skilled in wind-based techniques, use a secret method to briefly create a hidden passage on the formation's protective barrier, wide enough for only one person to pass through. This passage was extremely faint and its opening time was so short that it would hardly attract any attention from the outside world.

As soon as they left the protective array, a thick, pungent demonic aura mixed with the stench of blood and burning flesh assaulted their senses. Outside the city, it was already a sea of ​​demons. Low growls, frenzied roars, the sound of bones shattering, and the dying wails intertwined to form a symphony of hell.

As soon as the four landed, they immediately concealed all their auras, like four ghosts blending into the night. Using the terrain and the shadows of the demon's body, they silently stealthily moved towards the depths of the demonic tide, towards the direction where the demonic shadow was located.

Lu Zhao took the lead, his divine sense fully activated. With the dual enhancements of the "Turtle Breathing Technique" and the "Hidden Spirit Veil," his aura was almost nonexistent. Behind him were three people: two assassins followed closely like lifeless shadows, their movements precise and silent; Feng Wuhen, on the other hand, moved elusively, like a gentle breeze, traversing among the demons without causing the slightest ripple.

Their target was the colossal demonic shadow, but they absolutely could not confront the demonic tide head-on halfway. They had to pierce the deepest part of the demonic tide silently, like a sharp knife.

Stealth is the only option at this moment.

Lu Zhao pushed the Annihilation Dragon Qi to its limit, not only for concealment but also to simulate a "dead stillness" aura remarkably similar to the surrounding demonic environment. This Annihilation Dragon Qi inherently carried the connotation of the end of all things, and in an environment ravaged by demonic energy, it possessed a concealment effect somewhat like a fish disappearing into the sea. He could even faintly sense the flow of demonic energy within the surrounding demonic creatures, predicting their movements in advance, thus avoiding wave after wave of demons at the last possible moment.

But the demonic tide was simply too dense. The low-level demons were of low intelligence, driven entirely by instinct and the will of the demonic shadow, wandering and charging aimlessly. The four had to frequently stop, hiding behind piles of corpses, in crevices of rocks, or even lying directly under the stench-filled corpses of demons, waiting for patrolling or wandering groups of demons to pass by.

The air was filthy, filled with corrosive demonic energy that constantly eroded the protective aura surrounding them. The two assassins and Feng Wuhen had to frequently take antidotes and carefully circulate their spiritual energy to resist. Only Lu Zhao, with his dark golden dragon energy flowing spontaneously within him, subtly forming a delicate balance with the annihilating dragon energy, was able to slowly refine and eliminate the thin layer of demonic energy that had invaded his body. Although the process was slow, it was much less burdensome because it didn't require conscious resistance. This gave him a deeper understanding of the mysteries of dragon energy.

The deeper one goes, the stronger and denser the monsters become. First and second-tier demonic beasts are everywhere, and some even begin to appear with more bizarre forms and a more malevolent aura. Some seem to be pieced together from various other monsters, while others completely deviate from the category of known monsters, as if they were monsters directly condensed from demonic energy. They wander aimlessly, exuding a terrifyingly violent aura.

Once, they were nearly discovered by a third-tier (equivalent to the late Foundation Establishment stage) demonic creature, resembling a giant centipede, covered in bone spurs and pustules. The creature slithered along, corroding the ground and emitting hissing white smoke in its wake. Lu Zhao acted decisively, leading the three to hold their breath and press themselves tightly against the shadow of a massive, riddled-with-holes boulder corroded by demonic energy, remaining motionless, their heartbeats almost stopping. The demon seemed to sense something; its massive head turned towards their hiding place, its dark red compound eyes scanning them for a long time before slowly twisting its enormous body and crawling away. All four were terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.

On another occasion, they stumbled into an area shrouded in dense demonic energy, with extremely low visibility and severely impaired spiritual awareness. One of the assassins accidentally stepped on a piece of dry bone, making a soft "crack" sound. Instantly, countless tiny, scarlet points of light lit up the surrounding darkness—these were countless small, bat-like demonic creatures lurking within the demonic energy! They emitted sharp screechs and surged forward like a black tide.

In the critical moment, Lu Zhao let out a low shout, and the Domain of Annihilation instantly expanded. Although its range was only three zhang around his body, the aura of annihilation caused these small demons, whose intelligence was extremely low and who acted only on instinct, to feel an instinctive fear, and their momentum slowed down. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Wuhen formed hand seals, and a gentle whirlwind rose up, enveloping the four of them, and rushed out of the area shrouded in demonic energy at an astonishing speed, leaving the small demons behind.

Their stealthy journey was fraught with peril. It took them nearly an hour to painstakingly traverse the dozens of miles of area covered by the demonic tide, gradually approaching its core.

The demonic energy here was so dense it had almost solidified into a tangible black mist, so thick it was suffocating. The air reeked of decay and sulfur. The ground was no longer soil, but covered with a thick, dark red substance, like congealed blood plasma, soft, slippery, and radiating intense heat. Normal vegetation was almost nonexistent, save for twisted, bizarre, dark red vines that writhed slowly within the demonic energy.

The density of monsters had actually decreased somewhat, but their quality was frighteningly high. Looking around, there were almost no creatures below the second tier, and third-tier monsters were also quite common. They no longer wandered aimlessly like those on the outer perimeter, but stood silently in the black mist like the most loyal guards, their scarlet eyes fixed on the center, radiating a chilling and ferocious aura.

And amidst the protection of these powerful demonic creatures, the outline of that colossal being finally became clearly visible through the dense, impenetrable black mist of demonic energy.

What a horrifying and blasphemous sight it was!

A mountain of flesh, nearly a hundred feet tall, haphazardly piled and fused together from countless pale bones, dark red flesh, twisted entrails, grotesque bone spurs, and writhing, foul-smelling unknown matter, barely recognizable as a dragon! It lay prostrate on the earth, like a rotting nightmare crawling out from the deepest depths of the netherworld. Dark red, viscous blood, like magma, seeped continuously from its body's fissures, converging into streams that formed a vast, boiling pool of blood beneath it. Countless thick, dark red tentacles, like blood vessels, extended from its body, piercing deep into the earth, pulsating rhythmically like a heartbeat. Each pulsation drew upon the earth's vital energy and released even more demonic energy, polluting everything around it.

Its "head" could barely be discerned as a dragon's head, but it was twisted and deformed. One eye socket was empty, flowing with black blood, while in the other eye socket burned two violently pulsating, dark red flames like vortexes in an abyss—those were its "eyes." At this moment, these "eyes" were staring straight at the direction of Blackrock City, their gaze filled with greed, hunger, and... a hint of amusement.

On its massive body, which constantly oozes pus, blood, and demonic energy, one can vaguely see countless twisted, tormented human and beast faces. They wail and struggle silently, yet cannot break free, as if they are permanently imprisoned within this evil demonic body, becoming part of its power.

Even from a distance, an indescribable aura of evil, chaos, madness, and despair washed over the four men like a tidal wave. The two assassins turned deathly pale instantly, their bodies trembling slightly, while Feng Wuhen's forehead was beaded with sweat, his eyes filled with horror. Even though they had been mentally prepared, when they actually faced this terrifying monster forged from the "Nine Nether Blood Transformation Array" and the lifeblood and remnant souls of countless living beings, the fear and disgust stemming from their very life force was still overwhelming.

Lu Zhao also felt a strong sense of nausea and discomfort. The dual dragon energies within his body circulated spontaneously, especially the dark gold dragon energy, which emitted a gentle yet vast aura, protecting his mind and isolating him from the invisible spiritual pollution. The annihilation dragon energy flowed through his meridians, emitting a cold sense of destruction, resisting the evil force that was trying to erode his spiritual center.

"This is... the remnant soul and demonic body of the 'Nine Netherworld Demon Dragon'?" Lu Zhao was shocked. Although he had expected it, what he saw with his own eyes was still far more evil and terrifying than he had imagined. This was not a real living being at all, but a deformed creation that forcibly mixed together resentment, malevolent energy, flesh and blood, and a remnant soul, a desecration of life!

Moreover, he could clearly sense that although this demonic creature was terrifying, possessing an aura that had reached the Golden Core level, or even stronger, it appeared... unstable. Its body was writhing and deforming slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment; its dark red fiery eyes flickered with light; and the veins and tentacles connecting to the earth pulsed rhythmically, occasionally becoming disordered. Clearly, as the Yin Skull cultivator had said, this demonic body was only in its initial stages of formation, and its fusion with the remnant soul of the demonic dragon was far from complete, and there might even be problems.

"An opportunity!" Lu Zhao's eyes narrowed. An unstable enemy is the best enemy.

He suppressed his unease and observed carefully. Beneath the monster's massive body, at the edge of the blood pool, he could vaguely see some broken traces of array foundations, shimmering with an eerie blood-red light—that should be the core remnant of the "Nine Nether Blood Transformation Array." And at the location of the monster's heart (if that writhing mass could be called a heart), a faint, extremely deep darkness, seemingly capable of devouring all light, pulsed slowly, emanating a dragon's might that was completely different from the monster's overall evil and chaos—a more ancient, purer, and more violent might—that should be the core of the remnant soul of the "Nine Nether Demon Dragon"!

Around the monsters, besides the powerful monsters that stood like guards, Lu Zhao also saw human figures!

There were dozens of figures clad in black robes, exuding a chilling aura. They were scattered around the demon, sitting cross-legged, their hands forming strange hand seals, chanting incantations. Their bodies emanated a dense, blood-red light, faintly connecting with the blood pool beneath the demon and the pulsating tendrils of its veins. They were clearly maintaining some kind of ritual or formation, helping to stabilize the demonic body and accelerate its fusion with the remnant soul of the demonic dragon.

They're from the Netherworld Cult! And judging by their auras, they're at least at the Foundation Establishment stage. The leaders, in particular, have auras as deep as the sea, probably at the late Foundation Establishment stage or even the Pseudo-Core Formation stage! The Blood Bone Demon is very likely among them!

"Target confirmed." Lu Zhao transmitted his thoughts to the three people behind him. "The demon is in the initial fusion stage and its state is unstable. There are Netherworld Cultists conducting a ritual nearby. Our objective is to disrupt the ritual, severely injure or attract the demon's attention, and buy time for the defense of the city. Do you see those Netherworld Cultists? They are the key. Fellow Daoist Feng, your Wind Escape technique is the fastest, and you are skilled in concealment. When you hear my signal, throw these three 'Heavenly Thunder Drops' as quickly as possible at the demon's heart, the core of the blood pool, and between the three black-robed figures with the strongest aura on the left. Remember, throw them and leave immediately, never look back. Return to Blackrock City as fast as you can. I will cover your retreat."

Lu Zhao handed three heavy Thunder Coins, each exuding a dangerous aura, to Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen took the Heavenly Thunder Stone, feeling the terrifying lightning power it contained, and nodded solemnly. He knew this mission was extremely dangerous, but there was no turning back now.

Lu Zhao then looked at the two assassins: "You two, follow me. When I give the signal, and Fellow Daoist Feng makes his move, we'll unleash all our power, focusing all our 'Blazing Sun Talismans' on the demon's head and those black-robed figures on its right, bombarding them relentlessly! Our goal isn't to kill them, but to disrupt the ritual as much as possible, draw attention, create an opportunity for Fellow Daoist Feng, and relieve pressure on Blackrock City. Remember, after the attack, regardless of the outcome, immediately retreat along the predetermined route. Do not linger!"

The two assassins nodded silently, their eyes filled with resolute determination.

Lu Zhao took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and fixed his gaze on the terrifying demonic shadow in the distance, as well as the black-robed figures who were busy around the giant beast like fleas.

He distributed the remaining Blazing Sun Talismans to two assassins, keeping only a few for himself. Then, he slowly drew the mid-grade spiritual weapon longsword he had obtained from the Earthly Origin Grotto-heaven and had never used before. The sword's blade was clear and bright, and in this eerie environment filled with demonic energy, it emitted a faint, melodious sound.

It's time to give this blasphemous monster and its manipulators a "surprise".

A cold glint flashed in Lu Zhao's eyes, and he nodded slightly to Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen understood, his figure gradually blurred, as if merging into the wind, and silently moved towards the left side of the demonic shadow, towards the direction where the three black-robed men with the strongest auras were.

Lu Zhao and his two assassins, like lurking venomous snakes, concealed all their auras. The Dragon Qi of Annihilation slowly condensed within their bodies. The tip of their swords was aimed at the right side of the Demon Shadow, at another group of black-robed men, and... the Demon Shadow's huge head, which was constantly oozing pus and burning with dark red flames.