I have a city in another world

Chapter 7016 Bloody Clash of Death

Outside the protective magic circle, a dense swarm of monsters crouched in the cold water, which was at most one meter deep and at shallower depths barely reaching their ankles, completely surrounding this area where survivors had gathered.

Twisted and deformed faces were inlaid with pairs of eyes filled with greed and violence, staring intently at the survivors trapped inside the barrier like beasts.

Their cold gazes, mixed with a thirst for flesh and blood and a malice to destroy everything, sent chills down one's spine.

Outside the magic circle, the monster's shattered corpses rose high, forming a shocking "wall".

It's hard to imagine how many monsters would have torn apart by the stalagmite array to create such a horrifying sight.

Large chunks of broken flesh are mixed with fractured, starkly upright bones, creating a bloody and cruel abstract painting that sends chills down your spine at just one glance.

The pungent, overwhelming smell of blood, mixed with the distinctive stench of monster bodily fluids, permeated the air, so irritating that it made one want to vomit.

Those giant stalagmites floating in mid-air, serving as weapons of slaughter, were covered with dark red blood and bits of flesh. The originally rough rock surfaces were covered with cracks and damage left from collisions with monsters and hard-fought battles with divine puppets.

When no monsters actively attack, the stalagmite drifts at an unusually slow speed, like a pendulum slowly swinging in an ancient clock tower, carrying an eerie tranquility.

The cultivators responsible for output were also able to catch their breath.

Once a reckless monster approaches, the seemingly clumsy stalagmite will instantly accelerate, transforming into blurry afterimages, like a heavy truck traveling at full speed, or a battering ram propelled by immense force, carrying a terrifying, destructive power that crushes anything that dares to approach into dust.

Even the powerful divine monsters were severely injured by the protective magic array, barely managing to survive despite their best efforts. How much less so these low-level monsters, who were like cannon fodder?

As many rush forward, just as many will die instantly.

The devastating casualties in a short period of time instilled fear in the crazed monsters, causing them to hesitate and no longer dare to launch suicidal attacks.

The monster leader, who was hiding behind the monster horde and in charge of commanding the battle, was also trembling with fear. He stayed far away at a safe distance and watched coldly with a mixture of shock and anger.

The monster leaders knew very well that once the surviving cultivators recovered and were able to unleash their various unpredictable and extraordinary abilities, they would inevitably suffer even greater casualties.

Fortunately, the situation was extremely unfavorable for the practitioners.

As time goes by, the cultivators' magical power will continue to be depleted, and their situation will only get worse.

The final victor seems destined to belong to the monsters.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that the monster leaders are restless and anxious, as if they too are facing some kind of immense pressure at this moment.

Forced to fight desperately, they commanded their subordinate monsters to launch attacks, completely disregarding the casualties and costs.

Perhaps only that quasi-god puppet that is transforming into a true god could command these diverse, ferocious, and chaotic monster leaders to fight together and temporarily suppress their killing instincts.

In this pseudo-god kingdom controlled by it, it possesses supreme authority and can forcibly command all monsters.

If they fail to complete their orders, the monster leader may be punished, which is the real source of their fear and anxiety.

The monster leaders had already paid a heavy price for their previous reckless and brutal fighting, but they had not achieved the desired results at all.

When the monster leader realized that the lives of low-level monsters could not destroy the terrifying "meat grinder," its remaining sanity led it to choose to stop attacking.

Low-level monsters are not endless. Once these cannon fodder are exhausted, they will need to personally charge into battle.

Most of these monster leaders are merely "pilots" controlling deformed and powerful bodies; they themselves are often out-of-control and twisted evil spirits.

They are inherently cruel and cunning, bloodthirsty yet utterly terrified of the ultimate death that annihilates both body and soul; they are a complex group of contradictory and twisted spirits. The monsters' offensive temporarily ceased, allowing the cultivators within the magic circle to catch their breath, seizing the precious window to recover their nearly depleted vital energy and mana.

Many cultivators had overexerted themselves and were now slumped on the ground, panting heavily, their faces pale.

In the central area of ​​the protective array, there is a gap in the secret realm that Tang Zhen cleaved open, and many cultivators are responsible for its defense.

If any monsters emerge, kill them immediately; none of them will be able to climb out.

There were also disheveled explorers who struggled to crawl out of the crevice and were pulled up by the monks using ropes.

The survivors who emerged from these rifts had all received specially sent location signals, which allowed them to desperately and risk their lives to gather together in the labyrinthine secret realm.

The number of permanent explorers in the secret realm was nearly ten thousand, but now only a pitiful thousand or so remain.

The fate of the remaining survivors is predictable; they are almost all doomed.

While everyone else was busy recovering, Tang Zhen and several ninth-level cultivators did not stop. They continued to set up and upgrade the protective array to deal with even more severe and dangerous challenges.

Everyone could see clearly that Tang Zhen's movements were relaxed and casual, as if he were doing nothing at all.

However, the energy fluctuations and aura emanating from this protective array were visibly increasing and solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A bizarre scene unfolded: amidst the monster's flesh and blood, crushed by stalagmites, wisps and strands of visible scarlet substance began to emerge.

Like living tendons, they rapidly coalesced and swirled in the icy, foul blood, seemingly drawn by some invisible force, all converging towards the light sphere at the center of the magic circle, which served as the energy core.

At this moment, most of the cultivators were standing in knee-deep, icy sewage. When they saw these writhing things gathering and swimming, they felt a chill run down their spines.

They all avoided it, afraid of accidentally touching it.

"Roar--!"

A roar, its meaning unclear yet imbued with boundless savagery and urging, suddenly echoed from the depths of the secret realm.

The monster leaders who had been watching from afar, hesitant and indecisive, all revealed extremely ferocious and unwilling expressions the moment they heard this roar, as if they had received a final ultimatum.

"Roar!!!"

Soon, a second roar followed, this time carrying an even stronger sense of command and anger.

The next moment, whether it was the extremely unwilling monster leader or the lower-level monsters being manipulated and driven, the crazy desires in their consciousness were completely ignited.

It unleashed a deafening roar, like a torrent bursting its banks, and launched a frenzied attack on the protective magic array.

"Unleash your full power!"

Inside the magic circle, the wizards responsible for maintaining the core heard the order. Despite their pale faces, they gritted their teeth and poured their remaining and newly recovered magical power into the central energy sphere without reservation.

"Om-!"

With the support of a massive amount of magical power, the sharp stalagmite flying around emitted an unbearable hum, and its rotation speed instantly increased to the extreme!
The surging wave of monsters was like crashing into a steel wall covered with sharp blades, a giant meat grinder, instantly disintegrating and collapsing flesh and blood.

The dull thuds of impact, the cracking of bones, and the dying screams of monsters mingled together, creating a bloody symphony.

Minced flesh flew everywhere, and dark red blood fragments formed a localized downpour, splashing the cultivators' heads and faces.