I have a city in another world

Chapter 7080 The Battle for the Demon God's Rewards
An evil god from another world has ordered the mountain city settlement to be transformed into an arena, where rewards will be obtained through slaughter.

Once the final time limit is reached, the rankings will be determined based on the number of kills and the strength of the prey, and the rewards for this sacrifice will be shared.

The top 1,000 will each receive a reward.

As long as you survive and have a kill record, you have a chance to obtain rare and precious materials.

At this moment, all the survivors in the city received the news, and an irrepressible longing rose in their hearts.

Once rewarded, even a hen can transform into a phoenix, becoming a superior person from then on.

Participating in the fierce competition offers a chance to win rewards; otherwise, you'll be at the mercy of others.

Since that's the case, let's go all out.

But in the blink of an eye, the city was filled with survivors whose eyes were bloodshot, searching for their targets.

Many more people trembled in fear, desperately hiding and pleading, begging themselves not to be attacked.

The three organizers of the sacrificial ritual were now furious and were fiercely leading their puppets to search for prey.

Before the final moment arrived, they tacitly agreed not to make a move, so as not to let others benefit from the spoils.

Feng Jiu Kui quietly left, also making plans to participate in this competitive game.

He originally had no chance and could only watch from the sidelines drooling, but now he has the opportunity to obtain it.

When it comes to his future and destiny, Feng Jiu Kui will do everything in his power to find a way to be among those who receive the reward.

Unbeknownst to them, at that very moment, various forces outside the mountain city settlement also received the news and rushed into this Demon God Arena.

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The oppressive aura of an otherworldly evil god permeated the mountain city settlement, while a blood-red skull in the sky looked down upon all living beings.

The sky was dyed a sickly dark red, filled with a cloying, sweet smell of rust and blood.

At this moment, within the fragmented city, the same voice echoed in the minds of all living beings.

The top 1,000 will receive rare and precious materials, allowing them to rise to the top in one step.

The rest either become stepping stones for others' advancement or tremble in fear, awaiting their fate of being harvested.

Hope and despair, greed and fear, were pushed to their extremes at this moment.

The ruins of the mountain town were instantly transformed into a living hell.

"Hahaha! I finally have my chance! What bullshit about strongmen, what bullshit about order, now, might makes right!"

A burly man with a scar on his face laughed wildly, brandishing a blood-stained fire axe and felling a civilian who was trying to escape.

Blood splattered on his hideous face, but instead of being horrified, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, his eyes gleaming with a sickly light.

He was just a survivor at the very bottom of society, barely able to afford a full meal on a daily basis, let alone have any access to rare and precious herbs.

But now, you can become stronger by killing!
For him, this was nothing short of a call from heaven.

"For my family! To survive!" a middle-aged man in tattered protective clothing roared, his eyes bloodshot.

He was not a bloodthirsty man, but he had no choice but to protect his trembling wife and children behind him.

Clutching a rusty steel bar tightly, like a wild beast guarding its territory, it vigilantly scanned its surroundings for any possible threat.

His goal wasn't to compete for rankings, but to survive and fight against those greedy madmen.

The battle erupted the moment the order was given.

On the streets, inside buildings, and amidst ruins, everywhere you look, there are figures fighting for their lives.

In a fight over a "easy target" hiding in a corner, the two martial artists immediately engaged in a fierce brawl, exchanging blows and kicks, their surging energy shattering the surrounding ruins.

Both were martial artists from the mountain city settlement. Their cultivation was slow and their strength improvement was difficult. Now, the reward from the evil god was an incredible opportunity for them, enough for them to risk everything.

Another location.

"Get out of my way! This woman is mine!"

A martial artist grinned maliciously and lunged at a young woman huddled in a corner.

The woman was beautiful, which was already eye-catching in this post-apocalyptic world, and at this moment she became an "extra bonus" in the eyes of some people.

"You beast!" With a furious shout, another martial artist rushed out from the side and punched the man in the face.

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their blows landing squarely on the ground, the sounds of bones cracking and muffled groans filling the air.

The woman was terrified and tried to escape, but an arrow pierced her chest.

At this moment, every corner of the mountain city settlement may be hiding the next hunter.

Unlike the close-quarters combat of martial artists, the battles of extraordinary cultivators are more unpredictable and deadly.

"How dare a mere mortal covet a gift from the gods?"

A cultivator dressed in a magnificent robe with strange bone ornaments hanging on his chest floated in mid-air, a hint of disdain on his lips.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Instantly, the shadows on the ground seemed to come alive, transforming into black tentacles that wrapped around the martial artists below.

"Ah!" Screams rang out one after another. Before the martial artists could even react, their bodies were pierced by the shadow tentacles, their life force was quickly drained, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several dried corpses.

"Hehehe, not bad offering."

The demonic cultivator chuckled, about to collect his spoils, when a sharp sword aura pierced through the air and severed his shadow tentacles.

"Evil heretics dare to act so presumptuously here!"

A female cultivator in flowing white robes, wielding a long sword, descended through the air. Surrounded by sword energy, she was clearly a member of some cultivation organization. "A sword cultivator from the Righteous Alliance? Hmph, perfect, I'll take your head to boost my ranking!"

The Blood Demon Sect cultivators were not alarmed but delighted, and the two instantly engaged in a fierce battle in the air.

In this chaotic massacre, it wasn't just humans killing each other.

The monsters that stormed into the mountain city settlement, as well as the zombies that had turned into the dead, also participated in this deadly competition.

"Roar!"

A "tyrant" zombie, nearly three meters tall and with bulging muscles, swung its thick arms and smashed an abandoned car to pieces.

Wherever it goes, whether human or other monster, none can escape being torn apart by it.

"Let's all work together! If we kill this tyrant, we can split the reward!"

A highly respected martial artist roared, organizing a makeshift team in an attempt to obtain the Demon God's reward through cooperation.

More than twenty warriors, wielding various weapons, charged fearlessly toward the tyrannical zombie.

Amidst the flashing blades and roaring spells, they fought to a standstill against the tyrannical zombie.

However, just as they were locked in fierce combat, a group of men in black robes silently approached from behind them.

"Heh heh, a bunch of ants, daring to participate in the fight, they're really courting death!"

The leading figure in black was none other than one of the organizers who had participated in the sacrificial ceremony before. He was a blue-faced man wearing a red, green, and blue mask and was holding a white bone staff.

"kill!"

At his command, the puppet cultivators behind him emerged and slaughtered the entire group of martial artists as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The mutated tyrant zombie was blasted to pieces by the blue-faced man, half of its hard skull exploding into fragments.

"Go to the North District."

The blue-faced man licked his lips, his eyes greedily scanning the battlefield before quickly locking onto his next target.

In an inconspicuous corner of the chaotic battlefield, Feng Jiu Kui moved about like a ghost.

Unlike the others who frantically searched for targets, he calmly observed and waited.

"It's not time yet; the real show is just beginning."

Feng Jiu Kui's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He knew that in such a chaotic battle, it would not be wise to reveal his strength too early.

What he had to do was deliver the fatal blow to his opponent at the last moment and then take all the spoils for himself.

His goal is not just to be in the top 1,000, but to achieve an even higher ranking.

As time went on, the fighting in the ruins of the mountain city became increasingly brutal.

The streets were littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowed, and the stench of blood in the air was almost palpable.

The survivors' eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, their reason slowly being consumed by killing and greed.

Some people fought fiercely over a dying enemy, resulting in both of them being severely injured, and a passing third party benefited from the fight.

Some formed temporary alliances to fight against a powerful enemy, but after defeating the enemy, they turned against each other over the distribution of points and fell into chaos again.

The residents who survived the explosion and the resulting fissures are now becoming prey for their former comrades.

"Please, please, let me go, I have nothing..."

In a basement, a middle-aged woman held two children, pleading with tears streaming down her face.

In front of them stood three burly men with menacing faces, each wielding a weapon.

"Let you go? Ha! Die!"

The burly, dark-faced man at the head of the group flashed a fierce glint in his eyes as he raised his machete high in the air.

"stop!"

A sharp shout rang out, and a figure appeared before the three like a ghost. With a casual wave of his long sword, three heads flew into the air.

"Thanks……"

The middle-aged woman looked at the newcomer in horror. It was a young swordsman with a cold face, the same female cultivator who had fought the bone-adorned cultivator earlier.

"Hide here and don't come out."

The nun left a few words and then disappeared into the ruins once more.

She wasn't acting out of kindness; she simply couldn't stand this bullying behavior. Besides, killing those three scoundrels would also earn her some points.

In this sacrificial game orchestrated by an evil god, there is neither absolute justice nor absolute evil.

Every participant is fighting for their own purpose, and everyone is struggling to survive.

The killing never ends.

Deep within these ruins, on the altar that served as the center of the sacrificial ritual, the phantom of an evil god loomed faintly.

His immense, indescribable consciousness seemed to cast a faint glance across endless time and space.

There was no joy, no anger in those eyes, only an indifferent scrutiny, as if looking at an ant.

To Him, this bloody feast was nothing more than a trivial game, a small display of His power.

Human struggles, fears, greed, and despair are utterly insignificant in His eyes, and He even finds them laughable and amusing.