I have a city in another world

Angel left immediately after his injuries had just begun to heal.

He now has many ideas, all related to capturing demigod cultivators, and he can't wait to put them into practice.

This matter concerns his future and destiny, and Angel attaches great importance to it, determined to make it a success.

The injury was frustrating and affected the arrest operation, but it also gave Angel the opportunity to make contact with Tang Zhen.

Based on my intuition, Tang Zhen should be a trustworthy person.

It's not just because of contractual restrictions, nor because of morality or ethics; the key issue is the difference in social standing between the two parties.

Angel originally thought that after becoming a demigod, he had already reached the pinnacle of humanity.

But after seeing Tang Zhen, he realized that this was a misconception; there are always exceptions.

Tang Zhen's cultivation level may not be as high as that of a demigod cultivator, but he has a higher level of vision and understanding.

What Angel treasures as an extraordinary legacy may be just an ordinary thing in Tang Zhen's eyes.

As long as he abides by the rules, Tang Zhen will definitely keep his word and won't renege on this matter.

Filled with anticipation, Angel got busy again, this time determined to capture all the demigods.

The operation was not over yet, and Tang Zhen could not rest; he continued to work in the city.

Once the chaos begins, it is difficult to stop. Settlements are broken up one after another, and survivors flee in all directions, with battles breaking out again for various reasons.

Countless people died in the chaotic battle.

For demigod cultivators, this is an excellent opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and obtain a large amount of essence blood.

However, if they show themselves, they are very likely to be targeted and hunted down by the temple.

However, if one does not seize the opportunity and strive to improve one's own cultivation, one will be unable to resist the temple's capture.

If other cultivators were to seize the opportunity from Tang Zhen first, they would regret it later.

The demigod cultivators inside the city were caught in a dilemma, and their situation became increasingly dangerous.

In an area north of the city, the battle had just ended, and the ground was littered with mangled corpses.

Many others were seriously injured, and although they did not die, no one offered them any medical assistance.

A swarm of red-eyed rats rushed in, specifically seeking out the seriously injured, and used their teeth to bite open the flesh on the back of their heads and crawl inside.

Fleshy tendrils grew from the rat's body and merged with the injured person's nerves.

The seriously injured person could not withstand the strain and died in the blink of an eye.

But not long after, the corpses began to convulse violently, their eyes suddenly widening in anger as they twisted and rose to their feet.

They crawled along the road, crawled into the roadside sewers, and continued forward in the dark and foul-smelling environment.

After crawling for a while, the horde of corpses arrived at an underground space where many foul-smelling and poisonous fungi grew.

The horde of corpses continued to devour the poisonous fungus, completely disregarding its corrosive effects. Before long, the flesh around the corpses' mouths rotted away, revealing hideous, dark gums.

The toxins took effect quickly, causing the corpse's abdomen to swell continuously and its organs to corrode due to the potent poison.

The horde of corpses continued crawling, and after passing through a dark passage, a huge, deep well came into view.

The corpses that crawled out of the passage fell directly to the bottom of the deep well, where they were turned into mangled flesh by the immense impact.

The venom inside the stomach gathered along the groove and flowed into a large cauldron below.

Flames burned at the bottom of the large pot, billowing steam emitted a pungent smell, and a thick layer of dead snakes, insects, and rodents surrounded it.

The walls, contaminated by steam, were also showing signs of corrosion, and the affected area was continuing to expand.

The venom is terrifyingly potent, comparable to a deadly acid, and can easily corrode even building materials.

If it were to fall on a person, it would likely corrode the bones instantly, causing extremely fatal damage.

A dozen or so figures stood guard around the area, wearing heavy masks and protective suits, constantly adding medicinal powder to the large pot.

A group of terrified survivors were forcibly pushed in front of a large cauldron and had their throats slit while they struggled and screamed.

The blood was poured into the large pot, seemingly causing a strange reaction, forming small, round spheres in the medicinal liquid. "Hahaha, I've finally successfully concocted the Blood Coagulation Pill! Now it's my turn to perform!"

A black-robed cultivator appeared, waved his hand triumphantly, and extracted all the pills from the large cauldron.

"It's a pity that I can't restore my original cultivation level in one step, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble."

The black-robed cultivator spoke with regret, clearly dissatisfied with his situation.

The black-robed man swallowed a large pile of pills he had taken out, chewing and swallowing them continuously.

With a scream, the man in black robes suddenly threw off his clothes, revealing a body covered in runes.

This is a white-haired man whose body is covered with strange needles. The front end is a thin silver tube that pierces deep into the flesh, and the back end is a crystal bottle filled with colorful powders.

The blood enters the round bottle, diluting and dissolving the powder, which is then poured back into the body.

The white-haired man's body swelled rapidly, and it felt as if many rats were scurrying under his skin. Pus and blood kept flowing from the needle holes in his mouth and nose.

An indescribable, pungent stench permeated the space; a single breath would render an ordinary person unconscious.

The man let out a piercing wail, like a tormented demon from the abyss, about to lose control.

At that moment, iron chains flew in from all directions, heading straight for the man whose body was rotting and bleeding.

The man's hands and feet were fitted with dozens of rings, which were instantly attached to the iron chains.

As the chains tightened, the man's hands and feet were pulled apart, immobilizing him in place.

"Ugh...ah..."

Amidst agonizing screams, the man, poisoned to the bone, rapidly transformed, becoming as strong as steel.

His cultivation level improved along with his cultivation, reaching the level of a formal wizard, and he continued to grow stronger.

"Hahaha, although the poison technique is painful, its effects are amazing."

Those guys would never have imagined that my cultivation would improve so quickly; the divine spark fragments will definitely belong to me!

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by the ground cracking open above his head.

Gravel kept falling, overturning the large, smoking pot and scaring a group of masked men into fleeing in all directions.

The demigod cultivator who ingested the poison pill was at a critical moment in his physical transformation, but he never expected to encounter an accident.

At that moment, a figure peeked out from the crack, and their eyes met.

"You bastard, you really were here!"

Angel grinned maliciously, looking at the white-haired monk covered in putrid pus and blood, like an old cat catching a hidden mouse.

He had previously encountered a trap and was blown up, suffering severe injuries and nearly losing his life.

The culprit is this guy, a demigod cultivator known as the Blood Poison Witch Lord, who has poisoned millions of people in various ways.

To cover up the truth and avoid causing greater panic, the alliance lied and claimed it was a viral outbreak.

They then dispatched wizards to begin capturing people all over the world, attempting to send them to the Black Prison for suppression.

The manhunt lasted a long time, but not only did they fail to capture the target, they also suffered considerable casualties.

The Blood Poison Witch Lord reappeared, causing hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries. However, by this time, he had already advanced to become a demigod.

The Wizarding Alliance will immediately cancel any arrest warrants for demigods and will not pursue any further crimes they have committed.

At the same time, powerful figures were dispatched to warn and expel the demigod cultivators, ordering them to leave the astral plane and not return at will.

Angel and the Blood Poison Witch Lord had a long-standing feud and had been looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

Originally intending to use this opportunity to settle old and new scores, he fell into a trap while chasing after his opponent.

If it weren't for the protection of the divine servant, he would have certainly died at that time, and there would have been no way he could have survived and been healed.

Now that he has encountered his enemy again, Angel will show no mercy and will definitely kill the Blood Poison Witch Lord.
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(End of this chapter)