I have a city in another world

On the outskirts of the mountain town settlement, the number of outsiders is increasing.

The dark crowd was scattered among the broken walls and ruins, their eyes fixed on the city shrouded in a blood-red light barrier.

Suppressed gasps and gasps for breath rose and fell from the throats.

Inside the ruined city, a dark red blood mist permeated the air, a divine offering transformed from life itself.

"That's... the appearance of a demon god?"

Someone whispered in a trembling voice, their finger pointing shakily towards the sky above the city.

There, a blurry, gigantic black shadow loomed in and out of existence amidst the blood-red light. The oppressive aura emanating from it made the air thick and viscous, as if even the light itself was being distorted and swallowed up.

The terrifying aura of oppression made the onlookers tremble.

The otherworldly demon god personally intervened, using the projection of his divine kingdom as a cage to transform the entire city into a battlefield.

This legendary event was now unfolding before their very eyes, sending a chill down the spines of all the cultivators and martial artists.

Among the crowd, those cultivators who had almost entered the city because they couldn't control their greed were now covered in cold sweat, secretly glad that they had ultimately held their ground.

"Luckily I didn't go in..."

A monk in a blue robe patted his chest, his voice still trembling, "Look at the corpses in those ruins, now piled up like mountains. Who can guarantee their own survival?"

Upon hearing this, a person nearby nodded in deep agreement.

This life-or-death struggle has never been a simple contest of strength.

The blood-red leaderboard on the city wall refreshes the rankings in real time. Some people advance all the way with their powerful cultivation, only to be ambushed and killed instantly at the corner.
Some people, despite having mediocre cultivation, have repeatedly escaped deadly pursuits thanks to their familiarity with the terrain and a bit of luck, managing to secure a place on the list.

It was like a bloody gamble where everyone staked their lives on it; life, death, honor, and disgrace were all left to fate.

Not everyone was gripped by fear. In a corner of the crowd, several figures, their eyes gleaming, stared intently at the blood-red list in the sky, a greedy smile playing on their lips.

"Those who can persevere to the end must be exceptionally strong, but after such a fierce battle, they are probably already exhausted."

A burly man with a scar on his face said in a low voice, his fingers lightly stroking the hilt of his sword, "If we find the right opportunity to break into the final round, we might be able to steal the Demon God's reward."

"Are you crazy?" someone exclaimed. "Those are top-tier experts. Even if they are injured, they are not people we can afford to mess with."

"So what if you're strong?" the scarred, burly man sneered. "Even the sharpest blade will dull if you use it too many times. In this special battlefield, as long as you find the right method, an ordinary martial artist might be able to kill a transcendent cultivator. If they succeed, they'll rise to the top in one step; even if they fail, they'll just die."

He wasn't the only one who held this view.

In every corner of the crowd, many cultivators were secretly accumulating power, waiting for the best opportunity.

Like lurking vipers, they coldly watched the carnage in the city, waiting for the countdown to begin before pouncing on their exhausted prey.

Among these onlookers, one group stood out conspicuously.

They were dressed in uniform blood-red robes, the hems embroidered with grotesque skull patterns; they were clearly experts from the Blood Demon Sect. Beside them stood several priests in black robes, their faces adorned with eerie masks, their arms crossed over their chests, chanting incantations.

The Blood Demon Sect's new stronghold was only a hundred miles away from the mountain city settlement. As soon as the news came, they dispatched a large number of people to come.

The Blood Demon Sect takes the trap set by the Demon God very seriously.

In their view, any powerful force is worth using, even if the opponent is a demon god from another world.

Out of caution, they did not send all their men into the city, but instead sent in a few experts to investigate the situation.

Unexpectedly, after entering the city, the blood-red light barrier suddenly closed, and those experts disappeared without a trace.

"The Demon God's methods are indeed as legendary as they say."

An elder of the Blood Demon Sect said in a deep voice, his voice coming through the mask and sounding a little hoarse, "Using the projection of the Divine Kingdom to draw a prison on the ground, turning the entire city into a cage, it seems that no one can get in or out until this battle ends."

"Elder, what should we do next?" a young Blood Demon Sect cultivator asked.

"Let's wait and see." The elder waved his hand. "First, we need to gather information about this demon god. If his power meets our needs, we might as well offer him a sacrifice. Perhaps we can open up a new path for cultivation resources." For the Blood Demon Sect, so-called loyalty is meaningless. They are like shrewd businessmen who only weigh the pros and cons between different forces and choose the side that is most beneficial to themselves.

And many of those so-called righteous cultivators secretly offer sacrifices to demons, they just do it more discreetly.

Besides the Blood Demon Sect, many other extraordinary organizations also gathered outside the city.

Some formed alliances, while others lay low on their own, all keeping their eyes fixed on the radiant light that soared into the sky from the city.

Those were various magical artifacts and pills rewarded by the demon god when the cultivators fought each other; each one was enough to drive them mad.

But they also knew that entering the city at this moment would be tantamount to courting death. They could only wait patiently for the fighting in the city to come to an end, and wait for their "reaper's reward".

However, to everyone's surprise, the countdown to this deadly competition has yet to materialize.

The fighting in the city continued, and the intensity was increasing.

In order to improve their ranking on the leaderboard, the strong began to relentlessly hunt down the weak, using them as tools to rack up points.

On the streets and inside the houses, there were figures fighting everywhere. Screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of bones breaking intertwined to form a desperate elegy.

Those cultivators who were originally hiding in the shadows, trying to take advantage of the chaos, have now been completely forced out.

They had to flee in all directions and fight to the death with other competitors.

Those who are lucky can survive temporarily thanks to their agility and extraordinary courage, while those who are unlucky are often torn apart by several attacks the moment they show themselves.

Feng Jiu Kui was among them, dressed in ordinary gray cloth clothes, suppressing his aura to the level of a first-level cultivator.

During the operation, they were frequently targeted by other cultivators, triggering a frenzied chase.

With his true strength, killing these pursuers would be a piece of cake, but in order to hide his identity, he could only suppress his anger and pretend to be fleeing in a sorry state, occasionally revealing a bit of his strength to make the pursuers back down.

"A bunch of clowns." Feng Jiu Kui sneered inwardly, but his gaze remained fixed on the top 100 on the blood-red list.

His goal from the beginning was not to merely survive, but to compete for a top-ten, or even top-three, ranking.

He knew very well that the rewards from the Demon God were strictly hierarchical, and even a slight difference in ranking could result in vastly different quality of rewards.

As a third-tier cultivator, concealing his strength was not difficult for him.

With precise control over his aura and agile movements, he moved swiftly through the city, avoiding the top-ranked powerhouses as much as possible, while silently observing their fighting styles and weaknesses.

Occasionally, when he encounters those extraordinary and powerful individuals who relentlessly pursue him, he will subtly reveal a bit of his strength to make them understand that he is not someone to be trifled with, thus dispelling their thoughts of entanglement.

Time passed second by second, and the number of cultivators in the city dwindled, leaving only elite powerhouses who had survived a brutal elimination process.

Just then, the crimson light shield in the sky suddenly began to fluctuate violently. Immediately afterwards, thousands of invisible war drums seemed to roar simultaneously from the clouds, the muffled drumbeats causing eardrums to ache.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky, which was the signal for the countdown to begin.

The final battle is finally here!

The next moment, a huge golden list appeared out of thin air in the sky, densely listed with all kinds of rare and precious materials.

The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill that can save lives, the Chaos Divine Crystal containing rich spiritual power, the Soul-Destroying Demon Blade that can annihilate souls from afar...

Each rare and precious material radiated an alluring light, causing the cultivators to breathe rapidly.

"It's a list of rewards!" someone exclaimed in surprise, their eyes gleaming with greed.

The cultivators who had been lying in wait in the city could no longer suppress their restlessness and pounced on their targets like hungry wolves. The sounds of fighting broke out again in the city, and it was even more frenzied than before.

The cultivators from all sides who were guarding outside the city also began to take action at this moment.

They had already formed teams, waiting in ambush to compete, and set off towards the city center. (End of Chapter)