Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 739 Return to the City of Fallen Witches

After his plan succeeded and his strength reached the upper-level dual-king realm, Lin Feng did not return to Shangjing.

Even with his confidence, Lin Feng wasn't arrogant enough to challenge the authorities single-handedly.

He is not yet an emperor. Even if he becomes an emperor, or even a dual emperor, he cannot fight against a great nation by force.

Even the invincible Dragon King could not have done this.

If surrounded and attacked by a large number of emperors, even an invincible powerhouse could be killed.

If they also have modern weapons to support them, the possibility of an encirclement and killing would be even higher.

This is also why Dragon King Haishan still stays on the Divine Martial Continent.

No matter how strong a person is, they may be able to influence, but they cannot determine the course of a war.

Unless it's a god!

The power of a great nation cannot be compared to that of any single organization, not even a pristine place.

The great powers are wary of the Pure Land because they know how difficult it is to encircle and suppress it, and they do not want to suffer heavy casualties, especially with the threat of the supernatural beings. It is not that they are truly no match for it.

Lin Feng guessed that, given his historical achievements and the fact that no one was killed or injured in this incident, it shouldn't cause too much of a stir.

At least it won't affect my family's life in Beijing.

His past achievements might be wiped out, and it might also affect the authorities' goodwill and opinion of him, but frankly, Lin Feng didn't care about any of that.

The situation is becoming increasingly serious, and although the news media are not reporting it, people can feel it.

Prices were rising daily, the suicide rate was rising, and in contrast, the unemployment rate and the birth rate were plummeting. All of this indicated that a full-scale war was imminent.

In chaotic times, strength is the foundation for survival; nothing else matters.

Just as the criticism was growing louder and even showing signs of spreading among the masses, Lin Feng arrived in the Divine Martial Continent and returned to Wuyun City.

He wanted to confirm whether Wang Mian was alive or dead.

At this moment, Lin Feng, dressed in a jet-black robe, with horns on his head and a changed appearance and physique, appeared on the somewhat empty street.

Lin Feng cast the [Fat Thorns] spell on himself, which altered his physical form.

After the assassination of the city lord Lou Yuan and the fall of many powerful figures, the number of patrolling supernatural guards in Wuyun City has increased several times over, while the number of pedestrians has decreased significantly.

Lin Feng strolled leisurely down the street, looking quite content. His large and plump figure also prevented him from attracting the attention of the patrolling guards.

Even if the ten-star level spatial gate is discovered, he is confident that he can escape safely thanks to his [Substitute] soul skill.

This is also why Lin Feng dared to enter Witchfall City.

After wandering around for a while, Lin Feng quickly found a two-story tavern with retro decor. The atmosphere inside the tavern was quite lively.

At a dozen or so tables, more than thirty strange people were drinking and chatting.

The appearance of a very fat man attracted the attention of many people, after all, such a size is relatively rare in the Divine Martial Continent, but no one really cared.

"A glass of melon wine, please."

Lin Feng spoke in standard alien language, ordered a drink, and then went to a northwest corner. During this time, he could hear his own name from time to time, very frequently, usually accompanied by some unfriendly curses.

Lin Feng found those curses extremely vicious and impolite.

"Although Lin Feng escaped, his companions were captured."

Soon, Lin Feng got the information he wanted from a middle-aged man.

"That guy really didn't die."

Lin Feng was somewhat disappointed, but not surprised.

Wang Mian is a Martial Emperor, and he also possesses a white-robed personality, so he cannot be killed so easily.

Having become the vice leader of the new world, Wang Mian had few principles to speak of.

Even if they are no match for the enemy, they will probably give up resistance and live a life of ignominy.

When Lin Feng heard that he might be imprisoned in the Dragon King's Palace, he immediately frowned.

"Have you become the Dragon King's slave?"

Lin Feng guessed.

Wang Mian became the Dragon King's slave, making the already troublesome situation even more complicated.

Lin Feng dared not go to the Dragon King's Palace. The invincible Dragon King was a being whose very name instilled a sense of powerlessness.

Although becoming a slave would restrict his freedom, Wang Mian's strength would likely increase even faster.

Lin Feng didn't know whether this situation was good or bad.

"I wonder if Wang Mian will reveal the secret of his rebirth."

Lin Feng thought to himself.

The possibility is probably slim.

Rebirth is not only his secret, but also Wang Mian's biggest secret.

Besides, even if it were exposed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

It had no impact on the situation.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Lin Feng listened for a while longer, but without getting any valuable information, he left behind the half-full glass of slightly sour fruit wine, and swayed as he got up and left.

"There are too many strong individuals!"

Walking down the street, Lin Feng could sense many high-level martial artists and demon spirit masters; the proportion was quite high, with one in every few dozen people.

In the base city, these powerful figures are mostly in high positions, making it difficult for ordinary people to meet or get close to them.

If war breaks out and the spatial gates merge, I fear humanity will have little power to resist.

Unless a nuclear bomb is detonated, the disparity in military strength can only be bridged through mutual destruction.

"You scoundrel, get to work! If you dare to slack off, you won't get any dinner tonight."

A harsh scolding voice rang out. Lin Feng looked over and saw a strange man wielding a whip, brutally lashing a young man who was shirtless, wearing tattered gray-black shorts, and only about 1.23 meters tall. The young man had a large head, large, dark eyes, short limbs, and brown skin.

They are an earth-dwelling race, which humans call goblins.

The Divine Martial Continent is home to many wondrous races.

There are three major races: the alien race, the demon race, and the earth-walking race.

The alien races are the most numerous, numbering in the tens of billions, and possess the strongest overall strength.

But the demon race is different from the demon beasts.

The demon race are descendants of royal-level demon beasts. They can transform into human form. Among the three major races, they rank second in strength but have the fewest people, numbering less than 100,000.

However, the demon race is skilled in battle, and the suppression of their hierarchy gives them the ability to control demon beasts, so even other races dare not provoke them easily.

The Earthwalkers, numbering over a billion, are the weakest of the three major races, yet they possess their own kingdoms and culture.

However, they prefer to live underground, just like their ancestors.

The goblin race is very large, and is the second largest race on the Divine Martial Continent after the aliens. However, the number of strong goblins is far less than that of aliens, so they have always been enslaved.

It is precisely because of the existence of these cannon fodder goblins that the aliens dare to launch battles without restraint, because they themselves will not suffer too much loss.

Goblins are peace-loving and prefer to live underground. Judging from their personality and where they live, they are very likely to coexist peacefully with humans.

"If we can subdue the goblin race, the situation will be greatly eased."

They are a race that has been enslaved for thousands of years, and their servility is deeply ingrained. Only when they are truly on the verge of genocide will they have any chance of resisting and revolting.

But it's only a slim possibility.

Ultimately, the goblin race did not have the strength to resist.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been enslaved for thousands of years.

In war, goblins mostly served as cannon fodder.

"Instead of subduing the goblin race, we should first subdue a group of superhumans. That way, we can indirectly subdue the goblin race as well."

A thought flashed through Lin Feng's mind.

Humans naturally cannot subdue superhumans.

But he is no ordinary human being.

There is a demigod inside him.

That demigod was originally an Outcast, and had a natural ability to suppress all Outcasts!
If we can completely control the nightmare, there might still be a chance of success.