The Demonic Tribe Was Actually Slaughtered

After a brief exchange, Qing Yin Xianyun instructed the two to inspect the flying vessel, preparing to set off once more.

While they busied themselves, Yi Feng found himself with nothing to do.

Lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, he glanced sideways at the scene.

The three extraterrestrials went about their tasks, each wearing solemn expressions as they occasionally surveyed their surroundings, as if wary of underestimating the demonic tribes.

Caution was understandable, but the more Yi Feng observed, the more puzzled he became.

These three experts seemed deeply concerned about the demonic tribes, which logically implied the demons should be formidable. Yet, every time he encountered them, they turned out to be weaklings, falling like vegetables under his blade.

Could it really be that the strong demons were all encountered by these outsiders, while he only faced the weak ones?

Unless…

He was stronger than these three experts?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Yi Feng slowly sat up, his expression growing complex.

If this were true, he wasn’t sure whether to feel joy or concern.

Lost in contemplation, Yi Feng’s gaze gradually grew distant as he sat rigidly.

Just as he was lost in existential confusion, a toad suddenly leaped out from behind him, hopping around the flying vessel unnoticed due to its small size.

After a few bounces, it vanished over the edge of the vessel.

"Let’s depart."

Qing Yin Xianyun’s voice rang out firm and confident, instilling assurance in those who heard it.

The two attendants took their positions, and the flying vessel surged forward once more.

Speeding through the thick black mist, the vessel emitted a faint glow.

The trio remained on high alert, even more cautious than before.

Yet, strangely,

after several hours of travel, they encountered not a single demon. The journey was eerily silent, an abnormality that unsettled them.

Qing Yin Xianyun and the elder exchanged glances, suspicion flickering in their eyes.

The young man approached from the stern, bowing with a look of bewilderment.

"My lady."

"Forgive my presumption, but we haven’t encountered any demons for quite some time. This is highly unusual…"

The old man also spoke up, his expression grave.

"My lady."

"This old one dares to say it—this situation is indeed peculiar. There may be a demonic trap lying in wait."

Their words weighed heavily on Qing Yin Xianyun, amplifying her unease. Though she wasn’t panicked, she felt a growing pressure.

Nodding, she issued a gentle command.

"Halt the vessel."

"The three of us will scout the surroundings and decide our next steps."

The prudent strategy earned nods of approval from the two, who bowed in unison.

"As you command."

They disembarked and began their investigation.

After scouring the area, they finally stumbled upon a bizarre sight.

Amid the dense black mist lay hundreds of demon corpses, lifeless and rotting under the fog’s embrace—nothing more than mangled flesh.

Staring at the sea of giant corpses, the young man’s face twisted in shock.

"So many dead… Could someone have passed through here before us?"

Qing Yin Xianyun didn’t respond, her clear eyes fixed on the nearest corpse, a massive figure several zhang tall.

She stepped closer, scrutinizing the strange wounds that marred its body.

The elder followed, examining the surrounding corpses.

Within moments, both of them paled in horror.

"This… this wasn’t done by human hands!"

"My lady speaks true. These wounds weren’t made by blades!"

The young man, even more startled, bent down to inspect the corpses himself.

What he saw left him frozen in terror.

The demon corpses bore jagged, irregular wounds—flesh torn as if by sheer brute force, not sliced by weapons.

A single glance sent chills down his spine.

The longer he looked, the more vivid the gruesome scenes of death became, making his back prickle with dread.

All around, some corpses were split in two, others reduced to mere heads—not a single intact body remained amidst the scattered limbs.

The ghastly sight grew more horrifying the more they saw, the stench of blood thickening in the air.

Sweat beaded on the young man’s temples as he muttered in disbelief,

"How… how is this possible?!"

"Demonic flesh is tougher than ordinary weapons! To be torn apart alive… Hundreds slaughtered like this… Who could do such a thing?!"

Qing Yin Xianyun’s fair face darkened as she warily scanned the sea of corpses.

Finding no further clues, they reluctantly returned to the vessel.

As they resumed their journey, the trio’s expressions grew tenser, the atmosphere thick with unease. Even with their formidable cultivation, an unnamed fear began creeping into their hearts.

The black mist remained silent, but its stillness now unnerved them.

Soon, they encountered more of the same horrifying scenes—fields of demon corpses, their grotesque deaths sending shivers down their spines.

Standing at the vessel’s bow, the three wore grim expressions.

Qing Yin Xianyun’s earlier confidence had faded, her eyes clouded with doubt.

"What in the world happened here…?"

"Could it be… infighting among the demons?"

The young man dared not speak, leaving the elder to bow and reply.

"Your reasoning is sound, my lady."

"However… While demons do fight among themselves for territory, this scale of slaughter—thousands dead—is beyond mere internal conflict."

Qing Yin Xianyun’s eyes darkened further. Amid the suffocating silence of the black mist, her mind churned like stormy waves.

The more she pondered, the more baffled she became. Never in her life had she encountered something so bizarre.

Just standing amidst the corpses, she could feel the overwhelming aura of death. Even they, with all their power, couldn’t have massacred the demons so effortlessly.

What kind of terrifying existence lurked within these endless black mists?

As their thoughts weighed heavily, a distant sound suddenly echoed through the fog.

"Boom!"

The faint tremor seemed far away, yet in the absolute silence, it struck like a tolling bell, tightening their already strained nerves.

Curiosity and tension intertwined as they stared into the distance.

"Boom!"

Another tremor, clearer now as the vessel advanced.

It seemed close.

Qing Yin Xianyun’s heart pounded harder. The unknown pressed down on her, and even her voice carried a heavier resolve as she ordered,

"We’ll investigate ahead. Proceed with utmost caution."

Her two attendants bowed solemnly, their expressions steeled with determination.

"As you command!"

Once more, they left the vessel, stepping onto the blackened earth.

As they crept forward, the number of demon corpses multiplied, each as mangled as the last, the ground slick with blood and gore.

It was unthinkable—these mighty demons had been slaughtered like livestock!

"Boom!"

The tremors came again, stronger now, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Exchanging silent glances, the trio’s tension spiked.

Qing Yin Xianyun no longer spoke aloud, conveying her orders through solemn telepathy.

"Stay alert and adapt as needed. Do not act recklessly!"

Her attendants nodded grimly, their breaths shallow with caution.

The rhythmic booms from the mist were like drumbeats of death, fueling their dread even as curiosity gnawed at them.

Moving stealthily through the carnage, the tremors grew louder with every step.

After passing by a mountain-like pile of colossal corpses, they finally beheld the truth.

Within the dense black mist before them,

a shadow stretching thousands of feet writhed and danced, coiling through the night sky like a black dragon riding the clouds—a sight so terrifying it chilled the soul at a mere glance!

Yet even more horrifying was this:

As the enormous shadow twisted and soared, the severed remains of demonic beings rained down incessantly from the heavens!

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, the mangled corpse of a demon was hurled before the trio, carving a crater several yards deep into the earth!

Debris exploded outward, and gore splattered in all directions!