I have a city in another world

Chapter 7091 All forces
The halo surrounding the inner city battlefield contracted for the third time with a buzzing sound, carrying the smell of burnt sulfur and chaotic, dense spiritual energy fluctuations that swept across the sky.

Of the ruins of this city, only one-third remains today.

The broken floating bridge swayed with the wind and thick smoke, and sewage flowed out from the torn pipes.

A dense aura of death lingered in mid-air, refusing to dissipate.

Mechanical cultivators from the Northern Federation, sword cultivators from the Xuan Tian Sword Sect, magic wizards from the Abyss Sect, and genetically modified cultivators from the Ghost Thief Alliance—the forces of each faction were clearly distinct as they moved through the ruins.

Compared to these powerful organizations, the Blood Demon Sect does not have the advantage, which is one of the reasons why it is keeping a low profile at this time.

Otherwise, at this moment, one must seize the initiative and reap all the benefits.

The mechanical cultivator at the forefront was covered in titanium alloy armor engraved with spirit-gathering runes, with a miniature particle cannon mounted on his left arm.

The muzzle was surrounded by a pale purple aura of spiritual energy, the thrusters on his back shimmered with the faint light of runes, and the spirit sword in his hand was forged from superconducting alloy, its blade gleaming with a sharpness capable of slicing through interstellar warships.

This set of weapons and equipment, which cost a lot of money to create, is virtually invincible on the battlefield.

However, if they are trapped in a predicament and lack sufficient supplies, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

In an environment rife with demonic energy and chaotic spiritual energy, many technological devices are malfunctioning.

In another direction, the sword cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect rode on spirit-powered flying swords and wore robes inlaid with energy shields.

The leading elder held an ancient spirit sword, which had been modified and upgraded.

The tassels on the sword tassels shimmered with tiny lights, and his gaze swept across the surroundings like lightning.

He directed his cultivators to advance steadily and cautiously through the inner city.

The Abyss Cult's magic wizards wear black robes embroidered with void runes and wield staffs and spirit blades forged from fragments of black holes.

Beside these abyssal wizards floated combat golems powered by demonic energy, their ammunition pouches filled with high-powered magical bombs.

During the battle with the enemy, a dense barrage of bullets flew out, leaving behind only ruins.

Magic wizards are cold and cruel, like merciless killing machines, and their bloody fighting style makes enemies retreat.

"Hehehe, everyone must die!"

A murderous-looking magic wizard turned to look at the other side of the rift, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

The cultivators on the other side of the rift were from the Star Pirate Alliance, a group of ruthless demons.

Over the years, the Star Pirate Alliance has acted with impunity, destroying countless cities and tribes.

The survivors were reduced to servants, participating in various jobs and enduring the rest of their lives in construction sites and mines.

The reason they have been able to stand strong for so many years is that the Star Pirate Alliance has inherited alien heritage and controls a technological base built by ancient aliens.

The genetically modified cultivators of the Star Pirate Alliance have had their bodies altered beyond recognition by psionic energy and genetic technology, making them resemble demonized monsters, but even more rational and cruel.

His arms transformed into sharp claws capable of tearing through mechs, bone wings covered in spirit patterns sprouted from his back, his waist was adorned with psionic grenades and gene serums, and his eyes were filled with a predatory desire.

Like a pack of wild beasts, they rampaged across the battlefield.

Although the cultivators from all sides were fierce, they did not fight each other, and no one wanted to break this tacit understanding.

All the team leaders knew perfectly well that this hunting game, dominated by otherworldly demons, had no real winners. Without fighting desperately and using their brains, they simply wouldn't last until the end.

These extraordinary individuals from different regions and cultivation systems are nothing more than ants waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of the demon god.

Whoever reveals their hand first, whoever gets entangled in a fierce struggle first, will become the first target to fall and a stepping stone for others to seize core resources.

"Only by holding on to your last breath and making it to the end will you be qualified to seize the Demon God's final reward."

The leader of the Northern Federation's mechanical cultivators was a general whose left eye had been replaced with a psionic detector. His neck was made of metal and emitted an electronic sound that resonated with spiritual energy.

"Internal strife now is just feeding the demon god. Only when only one side remains, and that's the question of whether to seize or destroy, will we have a say in the matter."

An elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect flicked his sleeve, and his spirit sword emitted a clear, melodious hum: "Remember, our enemy is the Demon God, the evil spirit that devours all heavens, not each other. Whoever dares to strike first, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!"

Everyone understands this principle. In this chaotic and bloody battlefield, only those who survive have the right to talk about resources, the path to power, and the possibility of dominating the star field.

But reality never goes as planned.

Greed is the original sin etched into the very bones of all extraordinary beings.

Moreover, the mastermind behind this hunting game has no intention of letting them "coexist peacefully."

In the nebula high above the inner city, a blurry black shadow hovered, its invisible pressure like that of a collapsing star, making all the superhumans below gasp for breath.

That was a wisp of an alien demon god, whose scarlet vertical pupils coldly looked down at the ants below, a cruel smile curving at the corner of his mouth.

These insects from different factions actually thought they were there to compete for "opportunity"?

ridiculous.

He set up this game not to give these ants a share of the spoils, but to harvest their flesh and blood and their extraordinary energy.

The more intense the clash between the various forces, the more intense the overflowing resentment and energy aftershocks become. These are all excellent nourishment for Him to nurture His avatars and tear apart the barriers between the heavens.

Of course, we can't let them all die.

If these ants are driven to the brink of despair, and their fear and suspicion are aroused, then no extraordinary being will ever dare to step into the trap He has set, and His harvest will be out of the question.

For the demon god, controlling the intensity of the killing and making these ants willingly kill each other is a delicate art.

Now is the perfect time to close the net.

As the battlefield light curtain contracted, the demon god slightly moved his fingertip, causing a surge of immense demonic energy.

All sorts of rare and precious materials rained down on the inner city.

The items scattered this time were from the Demon God's inventory: high-purity energy crystals, which came from several starships that He had devoured.

The energy crystals are smooth and beautiful, radiating a dazzling seven-colored light. They can power spaceships as fuel and also help cultivators break through bottlenecks.

There are also psionic mechs forged by interstellar monks using secret techniques, their bodies engraved with various defensive runes.

Inside these mechs, there are remnants of the remains of cultivators; behind the tattered and filthy transparent masks are skulls whose flesh has long since decayed.

There are also various alloy parts, cargo stored in the spaceship's cargo hold, and gene evolution potions of various colors and grades.

These gene serums contain tiny specks of psionic energy. Swallowing them can cleanse one's marrow and meridians, allowing ordinary people to ascend to the heavens and become true superhumans.