Demons had no physical form in the human world unless they possessed a host.
However, this did not stop them from fighting their already-possessed kin for bodies.
Twisted black shadows darted into the bodies of the cult members. Those men then contorted and roared as two demons fought for dominance within them.
Seeing this, the Demon Bishop looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief. "You... you can actually release this many demons?"
"Many?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly spread his arms. "No, this is not many."
As soon as he finished speaking, even more figures burst from his body, sweeping through the room like vengeful spirits.
The three people hanging upside down were terrified. Now it seemed that this native named Fang Zhiyi was the real final boss!
"Who... who are you? You are not human!"
Veins bulged on Fang Zhiyi's face, and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.
"I am the Abyss," Fang Zhiyi suddenly roared.
The Demon Bishop had considered all of his opponent's possible tricks, but he never expected that a mere human could harbor so many demons! No, he had directly connected his own body to the entire Abyss!
Dozens of demons grinned malevolently as they continuously attacked him, drilling in and out of his body. Even though he was a high-tier demon, he could hardly withstand it.
Finally, he abandoned the host. Roaring, he tore his way out of the poor old man's body. A massive shadow with sharp bull horns emerged. Without hesitation, it reached out, grabbed a circling demon, and stuffed it into its mouth.
Watching its subordinates being torn apart and devoured by that high-tier demon, Skinny Dog poked its head out. "Boss, we can't beat him, right? This guy is even stronger than a Lord."
Fang Zhiyi no longer had his previous king-like demeanor. Instead, he sat on the ground gasping heavily, looking as if he would die in the next second. Skinny Dog kept looking around. The other demons had been torn to shreds. The giant horned demon had become the target of a siege, but the gap in strength was too obvious. The low-tier demons charging at it were like moths drawn to a flame.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi did not speak, Skinny Dog gritted its teeth. "Let's go!"
The first few demons that had allied with Fang Zhiyi rushed forward, only to be crippled in a single exchange.
Just as the horned demon reached for Skinny Dog, Fang Zhiyi turned to Wei Kaiyang and the others. "I can't hold him off for long. You guys need to leave now." He tried to untie Wei Kaiyang.
This action caught the horned demon's attention. Its eyes were red with bloodlust. Roaring, it threw away the prey in its other hand and swiped down at Fang Zhiyi.
"Mission completed. The secret investigation of the cult has ended." The already terrified Wei Kaiyang shuddered at the sudden mission notification. Then, he watched his own body gradually turn transparent.
Before completely disappearing, he tried to open his mouth to warn Fang Zhiyi to watch his back, as the giant demon's claws were about to strike him. But before he could make a sound, he was sent back to his own world.
Watching the three mission-takers disappear, Fang Zhiyi rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the claw by a hair's breadth.
The act of releasing the demons earlier had severely drained his vitality. His body was already fragile, and facing the pursuit of the horned demon, Fang Zhiyi sat there as if accepting his fate.
Suddenly, a figure darted out and tightly hugged the horned demon's arm. "Boss, run!"
It was a demon with a female appearance, one of the first batch of demons to become Fang Zhiyi's possessed subjects.
The horned demon swung its arm fiercely, throwing the demon away.
Fang Zhiyi forced himself to stand up and stumbled toward the door. However, seeing his weakened state, many demons showed hesitation. After all, he was a human, and a human with an incredibly weighty soul.
Although he had once slaughtered his way through the Abyss in an entirely unscientific manner, he now looked like he had reached a dead end.
The horned demon laughed maniacally. "Catch him! His soul is even more delicious than those outsiders!"
The chaotic scene quieted down for a moment. After a brief pause, the demons began to move.
Some demons did not move; their fear of Fang Zhiyi had been etched into their hearts.
Others roared and lunged at Fang Zhiyi.
Only the first few demons tried to stand behind him to protect him, but facing such a large number of their kin, they too trembled.
Indeed, demons had no mercy, only a thirst for power. Fang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised by these few who tried to protect him. It seemed there were demons who stuck to the rules. Though weak, facing the human who had once signed a contract with them, they tried to abide by the demonic code.
Just at this critical moment, a highly penetrating voice echoed throughout the room.
"Stop."
This was immediately followed by a terrifying aura of pressure.
All the demons halted their actions, and some even instantly fell to their knees.
Even the powerful horned demon, after a brief moment of hesitation, knelt respectfully on one knee.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. Skinny Dog, who had been swatted aside earlier, stood there as if nothing had happened. Its body was no longer long and slender; instead, it continuously expanded until it took on a humanoid form. It was only somewhat humanoid because it had two pairs of curved horns on its head. Its golden eyes, with only tiny pupils, exuded endless cunning and malice. If Wei Kaiyang were still here, he would definitely recognize it as the idol from the church.
"Greetings, My Lord."
The horned demon's muffled voice rang out, and all the low-tier demons showed fear on their faces.
The few demons protecting Fang Zhiyi revealed expressions of disbelief. This low-tier demon was actually the Lord of the Abyss?
"Fang Zhiyi, you are quite something." Every step it took forward carried immense pressure. "I thought this would take some effort, but to my surprise... your weakness is your human body."
"Your soul is incredibly powerful... I can barely hold myself back anymore." Its tongue flicked out of its mouth, its face filled with pure desire.
"You... you are actually the Lord of the Abyss?" an injured demon asked.
Skinny Dog merely turned its head slightly and waved its hand. The demon immediately clutched its heart in agony before exploding into ash.
"You, Fang Zhiyi, from the moment you appeared, I formed a new plan." Skinny Dog ignored its dead subordinate. "To think you could do whatever you pleased in the demon-infested Abyss relying solely on your soul... how wonderful. I must thank you."
"Ever since this world connected with the Abyss, human souls have made all demons restless. Of course, outright plundering doesn't work, so those Lords began indulging their subordinates to enter the human world and possess hosts, collecting souls in this manner. And because of this, I could feel my own status beginning to crumble."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
