They were afraid.
Truly afraid.
The human race had produced a monster who defied all reason.
Against such a being, were their Abyssal Demons not doomed to certain death?!
“No!”
The Bone-Refining Demon Emperor suddenly strode forward, crushing a large patch of bones beneath his feet.
“We can’t just sit here and wait to die!”
“We have to kill him before he grows any stronger!”
“But how are we supposed to kill him?” the Blood Prison Demon Emperor asked with a bitter laugh. “The three of us working together might not even be able to withstand a single thrust of his spear. We don’t even dare approach the human defensive line. What could we possibly use to kill him?”
Silence once again descended upon the hall.
After a long while, the Black Heaven Demon Emperor slowly raised his head.
A trace of mad, resolute determination flashed through his blood-red eyes.
“There’s only one way left.”
Black Heaven spoke each word deliberately.
“Seek help from the ancestral land.”
The ancestral land!
The moment those words were spoken, the breathing of the Blood Prison Demon Emperor and the Bone-Refining Demon Emperor instantly grew heavy.
The Abyss was not limited to a single layer.
The plane they occupied was merely an extremely remote and barren outer world within the vast Abyss.
Deep in the endless void lay the true core of the Abyss.
The ancestral land!
That was the true birthplace of the Abyssal Demon race.
It was a place filled with countless experts and boundless terror.
“Seek help from the ancestral land…”
A deep wariness flashed through the Blood Prison Demon Emperor’s eyes.
“Black Heaven, have you lost your mind?”
“Those monsters in the ancestral land are all wolves that devour people without even spitting out the bones!”
“Once we activate the interdimensional summoning array and call them here…”
“The human blood food and precious resources of this plane…”
“They’ll be stripped of everything!”
“We won’t even get so much as a sip of the broth!”
The Bone-Refining Demon Emperor nodded in agreement.
“Besides, activating an interdimensional summoning array requires an astronomical amount of resources.”
“We’d even have to sacrifice part of our own origin power to serve as the coordinates!”
“The price is far too great!”
In the face of their objections, the Black Heaven Demon Emperor let out a shrill, mocking laugh.
“Too great a price?”
“Worried that you won’t even get a sip of the broth?”
Black Heaven abruptly rose to his feet. Pointing at his own palm, he roared furiously,
“How long do you think we’ll live if we don’t ask for help?!”
“When that human brat comes for us…”
“You won’t even have ashes left!”
“If we’re dead, why the hell are you still worrying about getting a share of the spoils?!”
That furious outburst immediately jolted the Blood Prison Demon Emperor and the Bone-Refining Demon Emperor awake.
That was right.
Before that human monster, whose combat power had expanded to an utterly illogical degree, simply staying alive was already the most extravagant hope imaginable.
“Fine.”
The Blood Prison Demon Emperor gritted his teeth and hardened his resolve.
“Then we’ll summon them!”
“However, we need to discuss what level of expert we should bring down.”
The power system of the ancestral land was far more terrifying than that of their outer world.
Above the Demon Emperors…
Were the Demon Gods!
Terrifying existences whose vitality had surpassed the trillion mark and who had grasped a portion of the Abyssal Laws!
Above ordinary Demon Gods…
Were the true Great Demon Gods, who had broken through the barriers between planes and stepped into the level of stellar life-forms!
They were further divided by their most direct destructive scale within the universe.
Great Demon Gods were classified as either meteor-class or planet-class!
“Forget about a planet-class Great Demon God.”
The Bone-Refining Demon Emperor shook his head, and the flames in his eye sockets dimmed slightly.
“We couldn’t summon an existence of that level even if we tried.”
“The three of us are dirt-poor. Even if we sacrificed the entire plane, we still couldn’t gather enough energy to summon a planet-class expert.”
“Then… what about a meteor-class one?” the Blood Prison Demon Emperor asked tentatively.
Meteor-class!
Those three words caused the gazes of the three Demon Emperors to fill with boundless awe.
A meteor-class Great Demon God had compressed trillions of vitality to the absolute limit.
They had condensed a single drop of origin blood—a peerless existence!
One drop of origin blood was equivalent in quality to ten trillion units of vitality!
Such beings were truly capable of destroying heaven and earth, of blowing up stars with a single hand!
“Meteor-class…”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor pondered for a moment.
In the end, he still shook his head.
“No.”
“Meteor-class experts are far too powerful, and their appetites are far too large.”
“If we summon one of them, they won’t just slaughter the human race. They might even casually devour the three of us as supplements!”
“In the presence of a meteor-class expert, we wouldn’t even qualify to be their dogs!”
The three of them only possessed vitality on the level of a hundred billion. Against an expert with ten trillion vitality, they would have no chance of fighting back whatsoever.
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor drew a deep breath and made the final decision.
“Summon a Demon God!”
“An ordinary Demon God with more than one trillion vitality should be enough!”
“My vitality is only at two hundred billion. Blood Prison and Boneforging, you two have even less.”
“A Demon God with more than one trillion vitality will be more than enough to crush that human brat!”
“After all, the Human Martial Emperor is only at the hundred-billion level.”
“That brat can’t possibly be stronger than a Martial Emperor, can he?”
“Besides, although a Demon God is powerful, it still won’t be able to completely disregard our existence.”
“As long as we obediently offer up the human territories, we might be able to preserve our lives—and perhaps even get a share of the leftovers.”
The Blood Prison Demon Emperor and the Bone-Refining Demon Emperor exchanged a glance.
Then they nodded in unison.
“Fine!”
“We’ll summon a Demon God!”
“Prepare the altar immediately and gather the resources!”
“Draw out thirty percent of our… No! Fifty percent of our origin power!”
“We must open a passage to the ancestral land in the shortest possible time!”
“Don’t give that brat any chance to grow stronger!”
In the eyes of the three Demon Emperors, madness and despair intertwined.
…
Great Xia, Kyoto.
Eight in the morning.
Under bright sunlight, a completely black military stealth fighter with an intensely futuristic design silently descended onto Jingwu’s internal landing platform.
Su Yu wore a simple set of casual clothes.
A shoulder bag hung from his back.
His expression calm, he walked onto the aircraft.
Inside the cabin, Huo Zhenshan had already been waiting for him.
The old man had changed into a crisp military uniform today. The injuries on his chest had clearly been stabilized with high-grade medicine.
Even so, his complexion remained somewhat pale.
When he saw Su Yu come aboard, the corner of Huo Zhenshan’s mouth twitched.
“You’re here.”
Su Yu nodded and sat down opposite him.
“Good morning, Elder Huo.”
Huo Zhenshan looked at the eighteen-year-old boy before him, whose youthful face appeared harmless to both man and beast.
He could not help recalling the terrifying scene from the previous night—the single shot that had instantly killed four Saints.
His heart began to spasm violently again.
“Take off.”
Huo Zhenshan issued the order to the pilot.
Boom!
The fighter rose vertically into the air before transforming into a black bolt of lightning and speeding toward the southwestern border.
Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was strangely quiet.
Huo Zhenshan opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, yet not knowing where to begin.
Should he ask how Su Yu cultivated?
Should he ask whether Su Yu had cheated somehow?
Either question would be pointless. It would only leave him even more devastated.
“Ahem…”
Huo Zhenshan coughed twice, breaking the silence.
“Well…”
“Su… Su Yu.”
Even calling the boy by his name now made Huo Zhenshan feel as though his tongue were burning.
“Let me explain the details regarding that money-printing plant in greater detail.”
Su Yu leaned back in his seat and nodded slightly.
“Please go ahead.”
“That money-printing plant is designated ‘Thunderfire.’”
Huo Zhenshan’s expression turned solemn.
“It’s located deep within the Hundred-Thousand Mountains.”
“There’s an extremely unstable abyssal rift there, codenamed ‘Ghost Gate.’”
“Stationed there is one of the most elite forces in the Great Xia Nation—the Pojun Battalion.”
“Its commander is Lin Xiao, a peak Martial King with a vitality index exceeding ten million.”
“Normally, the Pojun Battalion can handle the occasional abyssal monsters that break through.”
“But recently…”
Huo Zhenshan’s brow furrowed tightly.
“The fluctuations from the Ghost Gate rift have been growing more frequent—and more violent.”
“According to the military’s monitoring instruments, there seems to be some incredibly powerful entity deep within the rift, deliberately or otherwise forcing its way against the passage.”
“This trip isn’t just to take you there and hand over the businesses.”
“More importantly, I need to reinforce the sealing formation around the rift.”
At this, Su Yu’s eyes lit up slightly.
An incredibly powerful entity?
Trying to force its way through the passage?
Didn’t that mean…
There was a big monster waiting to be farmed?
And abyssal monsters attempting to cross worlds by force were usually high-ranking combatants from the abyss.
The magic cores they dropped would definitely be high quality!
A naked anticipation flashed through Su Yu’s eyes.
“Don’t worry, Elder Huo.”
“Since the factory is mine now, I’ll naturally take responsibility for security in the surrounding area.”
Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu’s utterly casual expression.
He felt inexplicably reassured.
In fact, a vague feeling had begun to form in his heart.
That abyssal rift which had given the military no end of headaches…
After encountering Su Yu, this monster of a man…
might be in for a very bad time.
The fighter jet tore through the clouds at high speed, racing toward the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southwest.
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