It's All Just Bloated

After wandering around for a while, there was still no sign of any demonic creatures.

The three individuals had closed their eyes and entered a meditative state, completely motionless as if they were asleep.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Yi Feng openly slacked off and walked straight to the front of the flying vessel, eagerly waiting for the "experience points" to appear.

But the moment he distanced himself, the three noticed him.

Though Lan Xing and the other two had entered a state of deep meditation, they still retained some awareness, able to sense everything within a thirty-foot radius and communicate telepathically—they weren’t entirely oblivious.

The young expert voiced his doubts through telepathy, his tone laced with dissatisfaction.

"This guy’s behavior is suspicious. He might not be trustworthy. What if he harbors ill intentions or recklessly attracts demonic creatures? What then?"

"Perhaps I should stay alert and keep watch."

The elder replied reassuringly, "No need. A junior of such shallow cultivation is hardly worth worrying about."

His words were steadier, carrying a touch of magnanimity.

This naturally earned the approval of the leading woman, who transmitted her soft yet firm voice.

"Indeed. His cultivation is mediocre, hardly worth our attention."

"Earlier, I set up two layers of restrictions. If a powerful threat emerges, the restrictions will activate and counterattack. Even a high-ranking demon might struggle to break through."

"If anything unexpected happens, the restrictions will awaken me. Even if we’re ambushed by demonic creatures, with his level of cultivation, he wouldn’t survive. Provoking them would be suicide—and though his strength is lacking, he doesn’t strike me as a fool seeking death."

Her voice, though gentle, radiated unwavering confidence.

The flawless strategy left the other two in admiration.

"Your wisdom is unparalleled."

After a brief telepathic exchange, the three resumed their rest to conserve energy.

The surroundings fell into dead silence, so quiet it became almost boring.

The flying vessel hovered motionless in the air, emitting a faint glow like a dying lantern.

Yi Feng stood at the bow, gazing into the distance for a long time before his eyes finally lit up.

Within the black mist below, figures of demonic creatures began stirring, swarming toward the flying vessel like moths drawn to a flame.

In the blink of an eye, the ground beneath was teeming with dark shadows.

There were the classic hulking Mondo Beasts, grotesque new species with hideous faces, and giant bats with razor-sharp claws—a chaotic horde of demons, their combined malevolence overwhelming.

Thousands of demonic creatures surged forward, filling the hazy black mist until it became a pitch-dark shroud, nearly blotting out the sky like a sandstorm.

Snarls and roars echoed as demonic energy roiled violently.

Anyone else present would’ve paled, sweat dripping in dread!

But Yi Feng only grew more excited, starlight flickering in his eyes.

"Finally! My greatsword is thirsting for battle!"

Drawing his beloved greatsword, Yi Feng eagerly leaped off the flying vessel!

"Thud!"

His figure landed on the mist-covered ground, sending dirt and stones flying as the impact reverberated.

The surrounding demons froze in shock, thousands of wide eyes staring blankly as if stunned!

From within the thick black mist came a sinister chuckle.

"Hehehe…"

"This is the first time I’ve seen a human so eager to die. Do you already know you can’t escape your fate and just want an early reincarnation?"

Yi Feng followed the voice.

Several dark figures parted as a massive, bloated form strode forward like a moving mountain—towering several meters tall, with seven or eight grotesquely twisted arms protruding from its body. It was clearly a powerful demon.

Now, it wore a greedy, bloodthirsty grin, tinged with something almost like pity, its entire being radiating terrifying malice as black mist continuously seeped from its enormous frame.

This demon was no ordinary foe. Hopefully, it would be strong enough.

Yi Feng’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he instinctively retorted.