What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 239

The Abyss Messenger knelt on both knees, his forehead pressed tightly against the charred rock, his withered body trembling violently from extreme fanaticism.

"Welcome, Lord Demon King!!"

From within the crack, a gigantic beast's claw emerged from the pure black fissure.

Its claws, sharp as barbs, pierce through the void.

Its claws were covered with palm-sized black scales, the edges of which shimmered with a metallic sheen.

It stepped down.

"boom!"

The ground at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff suddenly sank three feet. Soil and rocks crumbled, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the Demon King Xilin finally revealed his true form.

Its massive body squeezed out of the crack.

It was an enormous head with raging red flames burning in its eyes.

The fur on its head is not hair, but is composed of countless sharp, dark red bone spurs.

It landed on all fours, crushing the rocks on the ground.

On its back, a row of inverted triangles, several meters long, shot straight into the sky, with black lightning crackling between the spikes.

It stood there, like an insurmountable black mountain range.

The oppressive force descended.

Liu Bo braced himself on the ground with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bursting open, and blood flowed down his wrists.

Rong Jing bit her lip so hard that her teeth dug into her flesh, and her lower lip was bitten until it was bloody and mangled.

Qingshan's bones creaked under the strain as his knees slammed into the rubble, creating two bloody craters.

Wei Xiaoran and Bai Suhuang were also lying on the ground, blood oozing from their seven orifices.

Luo Yurou was panting heavily, the purple-gold flames surging wildly within her body, but unable to escape to the surface.

Revolt?

I can't muster even a little bit of interest.

They are geniuses; they have mastered the SS-level martial art, "Burning Technique."

But so what?

It's just the Nine Heavens Realm.

The demon king before them was a terrifying being who, during the Youth Martial Arts Competition, could injure Yun Shixian, a human Dao Integration Realm expert, with a single claw across the endless void!

Nine Heavens Realm, Heavenly Sea Realm, Qiankun Realm, Fusion Dao Realm, Harmony Dao Realm.

There is an insurmountable chasm between them.

Compared to this monster, they were not even ants, but at most a few specks of dust.

The enormous head in the center of Xilin bowed slightly.

Its crimson eyes swept over the six people lying on the ground, and its massive mouth opened and closed, emitting a deafening roar.

"Humans?"

"Go to hell!"

There was no unnecessary talk, no condescending disdain.

The giant mouth suddenly opened wide.

Deep in his throat, a mass of extremely compressed, pure black demonic energy instantly gathered.

"Run!!"

Luo Yurou screamed in alarm, her voice completely breaking.

She bit her tongue, and with a sliver of clarity gained from the excruciating pain, she desperately reached for the storage artifact at her waist with her right hand.

The others also acted in unison.

They burned the last of their vital energy to forcefully break free from the oppressive force.

He reached his palm into the storage device.

The light flashed repeatedly.

Six palm-sized reels appeared in their hands.

This is the resort's high-end conveyor belt.

"tear!"

With a forceful press of the finger, the reel shattered instantly.

A pale blue teleportation beam burst forth from the crack in the scroll, enveloping their respective bodies like an inverted glass bowl.

The laws of space began to operate, and ripples spread through the surrounding air.

But it's too slow!

The reel excitation takes time.

But the Demon King Xilin's breath is unnecessary.

"boom!"

A pure black beam of light, more than ten meters in diameter, spewed out from Xilin's mouth.

Wherever the beam of light passed, space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the pitch-black void behind it.

The rocks on the ground didn't even have a melting process; they were directly annihilated into nothingness.

The breath locked onto Luo Yurou at the very front of the group.

The dark blue teleportation light on Luo Yurou's body had only risen halfway and had not yet closed.

The demonic breath arrived in the blink of an eye.

A devastating force swept over us.

Luo Yurou could even feel her skin withering and her blood evaporating.

Unable to move, she could only watch helplessly as the black beam of light devoured her vision.

"Yu Rou!"

Liu Bo's eyes widened in horror, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out to grab it, but the teleportation light had already locked onto his body, freezing him in place.

Rong Jing burst into tears, Wei Xiaoran's face turned ashen, and Qingshan let out a desperate roar.

Just a tenth of a second before the black breath was about to hit Luo Yurou.

A white figure flashed by.

Bai Suhuang.

He used some secret technique to forcibly sever the teleportation light on his body, causing his speed to surge to its limit.

He shot forward like a white arrow, piercing diagonally and firmly blocking Luo Yurou's path.

A white light flashed.

A dense white light formed a barrier, blocking the Demon King's breath for a moment.

Then, the light screen shattered, and the black breath struck Bai Suhuang solidly.

The white robe instantly turned to ashes.

Before the blood could even spurt out, it was evaporated by the demonic energy.

Luo Yurou's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

She looked at Bai Suhuang, who was so close to her.

Watching his handsome face quickly wither and his eyes gradually lose their sparkle.

"Old Bai..."

In that instant of obstruction, the eerie blue teleportation beam closed.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Five beams of blue light flashed in succession.

Liu Bo, Luo Yurou, Rong Jing, Qingshan, and Wei Xiaoran vanished instantly at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff.

The moment they disappeared.

Bai Suhuang's body resembled a charred, withered tree, devoid of all life.

His knees buckled, and he fell straight forward.

"Clatter".

His body crashed onto the charred rocks.

There was no sign of life.

Demon King Xilin stood still, neither looking at the flattened cliff face nor at the charred corpse on the ground.

He looked up at the spot where the five prey had disappeared.

His nose twitched, and he sniffed the air.

"The power of laws."

Xilin frowned deeply.

Two crimson flames rolled in his eye sockets.

His massive body began to shrink.

The black demonic energy, like a thick cocoon, enveloped his enormous beastly body layer by layer.

The "crackling" sound of bones contracting echoed inside the cocoon.

A few seconds later, the demonic energy dissipated.

A man who was two meters tall and wearing heavy black armor walked out from inside.

His face was pale, his features were as hard as if carved by a knife and axe, and two black horns that curved backward grew on either side of his forehead.

His dark red eyes revealed endless indifference and violence.

Xilin lifted his boots, took long strides, and walked to Bai Suhuang's corpse.

He glanced down at the human corpse that had died saving someone, his eyes showing no pity.

He raised his right hand, palm down.

The five fingers are slightly bent.

A suction force surged forth.

The storage artifact hanging from Bai Suhuang's waist flew up with a "whoosh" and landed steadily in Xilin's palm.

Xilin grasped the storage artifact, and the power of laws surged in his palm.

"Click."

The restrictions were easily broken.

Then.

He forcibly pulled an intact scroll from the spatial fragment and held it between his fingers.

This is a spare transfer reel.

The surface material of the scroll is ordinary, resembling a piece of parchment, and the cartoon bus pattern looks quite out of place.

Xilin lowered his head and gently stroked the surface of the reel with his fingers.

He felt the power contained within the scroll.

A rare look of surprise flashed across his previously indifferent eyes.

"The highest level of spatial laws..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Bound inside such a small scroll?"

He held the scroll in his hand and brought it up to his eyes.

This power was actually treated as a consumable and sealed in a small piece of tattered paper?

Xilin's dark red eyes flickered incessantly.

"When did the human race produce such a person?"

Then.

Xilin opened his mouth.

Two rows of sharp fangs were revealed as he threw the teleportation scroll in his hand directly into his mouth.

After doing all this.

Xilin slowly turned around.

His gaze passed over the rubble and landed on something not far away.

The Abyss Messenger remained kneeling on the ground.

His black robe was covered in dust, his forehead was pressed against the ground, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

He didn't even dare to look up at Xilin's actions of crushing the storage artifact and devouring the scroll of laws.

Xilin strode forward and walked to the messenger of the abyss.

The black iron boots clattered on the rocks beside the messenger.

Tell me about it.

Xilin looked down at the servants below him from his high vantage point.

"What's the situation on the battlefield now?"