Dream Travel

Chapter 395 Leaving
Sandstorms in the desert are extremely deadly, but at this time, they provide a natural cover for the white curtain.

"Stop him!" The demons were also puzzled by the sudden sandstorm.

A sandstorm shouldn't be happening at this time, so something must be interfering with their actions?
Or is it just a coincidence?
In either case, the demons did not want the white curtain to enter the sandstorm.

Faced with the accelerating demon, the White Curtain side slowed down instead.

He was provoking the demons that were attacking him.

As the demons approached, Bai Mu took out a box, mobilizing the power of Luxembra while also consuming a large amount of his own life force.

The flames burning from the demonic greatsword severely distorted the air.

He jumped out of the speeding car and spilled the contents of the large box.

The Dream Erosion Crystals scattered in the air in a crescent shape as Bai Mu wielded his sword with both hands and slashed horizontally with all his might.

The hellfire unleashed engulfed all the Dream Erosion Crystals.

The hellfire, tainted by the Dream Erosion, swept away the pursuing demons.

The demons that were first to be hit retreated in horror. Not to mention the dream-corroding crystals scattered by the white curtain, the hellfire unleashed by this sword strike alone was deadly.

"Is he out of his mind?" Serafis frowned slightly; she had high hopes for White Curtain.

The other party's life essence was too abundant, and she really wanted to capture Bai Mu and keep her as a pet.

However, the white curtain proved to be far more difficult to handle than she had anticipated.

As humans, we have to pay a price for using demonic weapons.

This sword strike consumed most of Bai Mu's life force, but the power it unleashed was undeniable.

The pursuing demons all stopped.

Serafis's furrowed brows quickly relaxed as she sensed that the white curtain's life force, after weakening, was recovering at an extremely rapid pace.

Is there such a thing?
She even began to wonder if the white curtain was a manifestation of the Tree of Life.

Serafis punched the flames sweeping towards her, and an explosion occurred where she threw her fist. She retreated a distance before stopping.

The Hellfire Slash also stopped advancing with this punch, forming a wall of fire that intercepted the pursuing demon.

Serafis frowned as he looked at his arm.

Her fist-throwing arm was charred black, and the remaining flames, tainted by the dream's erosion, continued to harm her.

The charred parts on Serafis's arm were quickly peeled off, revealing tender flesh covered by a layer of intact skin.

However, after her arm recovered, new black spots quickly appeared on it, and the spots continued to slowly expand despite her efforts to control them.

This damage was caused by dream erosion, far from being fatal, but it was very unfriendly to dream creatures.

Even a small amount of Dream Erosion can cause them considerable and continuous damage.

Serafis suffered significant damage from the Dream Erosion.

This made the demons who had stopped even more wary of the still-burning wall of fire.

Serafis, with a gloomy expression, took a detour without saying a word.

The other demons didn't even consider trying to force their way through the fire wall.

This thing has been mixed with Dream Erosion, and they don't have Serafis's dragon physique. Even Serafis couldn't withstand the hellfire. If they force their way through the wall of fire, they'll probably lose half their lives.

With the added power of Dream Erosion, he might die directly inside the wall of fire.

The time it took for the demons to detour allowed the white curtain to rush directly into the storm.

"Phew~ You've almost drained me dry," the fragment of Luxembla complained.

"I feel terrible too." Bai Mu rubbed his stomach, took out a few meatballs from the weapon box and quickly ate them to fill his stomach.

But we are still a long way from being half full.

That sword strike had taken a heavy toll on him, but as long as he managed to get into the sandstorm, that was all that mattered.

In a sandstorm with flying sand and stones, the white curtain makes it impossible to distinguish directions normally.

Lexenberg used the power of shadow to create a windless zone, but he quickly sensed something was wrong.

"This sandstorm is problematic! We can't stay here for too long."

"How to say?"

"My shadow power is being destroyed by the sandstorm, let's go."

Bai Mu nodded and restarted the car. Although it was impossible to distinguish directions properly in the sandstorm, as long as he could shake off those demons, that was enough.

After the demon chasing the White Curtain entered the sandstorm, he disappeared without a trace.

This extensive sandstorm affected their perception.

They completely lost track of the White Curtain, and the survivors who were separated from the White Curtain, after realizing that they could not get rid of the demon, also rushed into the sandstorm.

The demons pursuing the survivors were few in number and not very strong, so they were unable to intercept the survivor team.

The handling of these survivors was abruptly halted due to a sandstorm.

After the sandstorm ended, the demon found some bodies and vehicles buried in the sand, but those were not all the survivors!
"This damn sandstorm!" The primal demons, unable to leave behind all survivors, had no choice but to return.

They did not continue trying to find the survivors.

Among the lost artifacts found, there was no headless demon transformed from the source of the strange dream, which means that the remaining survivors still have weapons that can threaten them.

Besides, by this point, the survivors have already taken the information from this place out.

Since that's the case, we might as well deal with the foreign land first.

There weren't enough to go around in the other realms to begin with, and now that a lot of native demons have died, the distribution will be much easier from now on.

Although some people still need to be kicked out, the subsequent matters are not so troublesome.

Some of the original demons have set their sights on Serafis.

She was injured while chasing Bai Mu, and now it seems that her injuries have recovered, but her height of 2.1 meters has now become 1.9 meters.

Seraphis information about this had been leaked, and the demons in the know understood that this was the reason for her lack of power.

The demon who knew this information instigated the unsuspecting primordial demon to cause trouble for Serafis.

"You want me to quit?" Serafis, who was alone, looked at the approaching demon.

These demons were up to no good; their goal was clear: to force her to withdraw from the allocation of the Hellish Realm.

As for taking advantage of someone's misfortune, the devil will not be ashamed of it.

"If you can't even maintain your best condition, how can you compete? Why don't you just join us? Then you'll have a place in the hell we've conquered."

Among the demons who had banded together, the strongest one sized up Serafis, wanting to take advantage of her weakened state to obtain her true name and thus completely subdue her.

"What makes you think I'm not in good shape?" Serafis's red left eye glowed with a bloodshot light.

She is a demon with heterochromia; her red eyes belong to the hellish blood dragon, while her green eyes belong to the demon.

At that moment, the red eyes began to taint her demonic heterochromatic eyes, and a blood-red light appeared in her green eyes as well. Realizing the danger, the demon group acted first. The demon who raised his hand felt a sharp pain in his arm, and blood gushed from his severed arm.

The slow-reacting demon's chest was slashed open, and a large amount of blood gathered in Serafis's outstretched palm, condensing into a blood sphere.

The aura of a hellish dragon emanated from her; at this moment, she didn't resemble a demon but rather a true hellish dragon.

"Run!" Realizing the danger, the demons immediately tried to flee, but Serafis gave them no chance.

As the blood-red shadow moved through the air, under the full moonlight, her unfolded demonic wings became even more like dragon wings.

The fleeing demon, with her speed that transformed into a blood shadow, had her body sliced ​​open and torn apart.

The fleeing demons began to despair. Seraphis could have killed them outright, but instead, she tormented them in this way.

Another force was wrapped around the wound inflicted by the other party, preventing the wound from healing and causing life force to continuously drain away with the blood.

"I'll fight you to the death!" With no hope of escape, the demon turned and charged at Serafis. Before he could get close, he was cleaved in two by Serafis's dragon-like demon wings.

The gushing blood converged into the blood cell that had not increased in size.

The blood sphere spun continuously in her palm, the dark red blood vapor evaporating, while pure blood flowed into her hand.

Serafis's size quickly returned to 2.1 meters, her aura became increasingly violent, and her demonic green eyes were almost completely swallowed by red.

In the moonlit shadows, her demonic dragon wings continued to grow larger.

The demons watching Serafis looked grave; at this moment, Serafis could be described as a hellish dragon.

Although the biggest changes are to her wings and horns, her aura is exactly the same as that of the Hell Dragon.

"That's really impressive," one said with a low chuckle.

The demons here were a little further away from him.

This guy was the one who instigated the demon group to cause trouble for Serafis.

When the other party urged them, they were almost tempted to go along.

Looking back now, it seems like I really acted impulsively back then, and I'm afraid we would all have died there.

"That human is a greater threat than we imagined."

Some demons realized an even more serious problem: Seraphis was stronger than they had imagined, and even she was injured.

Just how powerful is the White Curtain that injured Serafis?

"Let's speed things up." The demons, having already made their decision, exchanged knowing glances.

There were still too many demons present. The Hellish Realm was too small; even twenty native demons were too many to share.

They all want to have it all to themselves if they could, and there are now more than forty primal demons left.

Therefore, a batch still needs to be cleaned up.

The White Curtain has already escaped. Once the humans receive the news, they will come to interfere, and the White Curtain is very likely to be among those who intervene.

They wanted to seize control of the hellish realm before the humans came looking for them.

As for the berserk Serafis, no demon would think of causing her any trouble at this moment, or even want to have any contact with her.

Serafis's dragon wings rested on the ground. She was breathing slightly, and the bloodshot color in her right eye gradually faded, returning to the green unique to demons.

She was indeed injured, but the injury wasn't actually that serious; all of this was just to make the other demons think she was badly hurt...

Her injuries appeared severe, leading the other demons to perceive the White Curtain as a greater threat, especially since the White Curtain had already escaped.

To prevent the White Curtain and human armies from returning and further impacting the plan, the remaining demons will accelerate their control over the alien realm.

Serafis didn't want to waste too much time on this.

She forced those demons to finish this quickly so she could go find the White Curtain.

She really didn't want to miss out on such a special human being.

Serafis found Lexenbra.

This demon, whose soul was severely damaged, was no longer able to compete.

If he hadn't possessed the Holy Soul, he might have become the next sacrifice.

However, the primordial demon was unaware of the seriousness of the problem at this moment, but Serafis didn't mind reminding him.

"There will be no more than twenty demons who can participate in the distribution next. If you want to participate, give me what you want."

“I can also find other demons to cooperate with.” Lexenbra was not afraid of Serafis at all.

When he was forced to release his Holy Soul, it was as if he had shown the bargaining chips he held.

Holy souls are very precious to demons, and he can mass-produce holy souls. Based on this alone, the demons will not let him be 'eliminated'.

Therefore, Serafis's threat was meaningless.

“You won’t have the chance to cooperate with them.” Serafis’s bloodshot eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

Luxembra felt his demonic blood stirring, not with excitement, but with the danger of his blood piercing his heart.

He thought of Serafis's ability to swiftly and decisively wipe out that demon group; even Serafis, in poor condition, could do that.

If Serafis were in perfect condition, he might actually be able to kill him.

“I want a guaranteed seat!” Lexenberg immediately stated his condition.

He thought about it and decided that continuing to cooperate with Serafis was fine.

It's better for the two of them to cooperate than for him to actively seek cooperation from other demons and then be blackmailed.

While extortion also exists, Serafis is capable of fighting alone. If he were to seek out other demons, he wouldn't necessarily be facing just one.

"I want one hundred holy souls, and all his information."

"A hundred!?" Luxembla's skin turned red with rage. "I haven't accumulated that many in decades!"

"Then you're really useless."

"You have no idea how difficult it is to cultivate a Holy Soul!" Lexenberg didn't want to explain further to a demon who was completely ignorant of some things.

As for the White Curtain, Lexenberg didn't mind sharing information with her.

The threat posed by the White Curtain was too great, and coupled with its abnormal growth rate, Luxembla felt that facing the White Curtain alone was a bit too much pressure.

If another or more powerful demons were to cause trouble for the White Curtain, that would be quite good.

Regarding the matter of the Holy Soul, a hundred is definitely impossible; he will have to negotiate with Serafis.

A hundred? He doesn't want to give even one!

However, for the sake of the seat in the Hellish Realm, he had to consider the gains and losses, and give as little as possible.

If he can get the bonus from the Hell Territory, he can speed up the cultivation of his Holy Soul and slowly regain what he has lost.

(End of this chapter)