I have a city in another world

Chapter 7093 Dimensional Secret Realm
The purplish-black sky, like a blood-soaked shroud, pressed heavily over the ruined city.

The crimson halo surrounding the city was shrinking at a visible speed, its edges churning with twisted demonic energy.

Wherever it passed, whether it was broken walls or dying cultivators, they were instantly devoured by the demonic energy, and even their corpses were turned into nourishment for the demon god.

This hunting ground, personally set up by a demon god from another world, is now encircling and driving all the competitors in the city into a desperate situation.

The earth trembled continuously, and eighteen pitch-black abysses, like the fangs of a giant beast, brutally tore this mountain city apart.

From the bottomless crack, a chilling aura of death continuously surged forth, accompanied by the wails and howls of ghosts.

The deafening roar of the inner city's high-ranking traitors detonating the underground spiritual veins still seemed to echo in my ears.

The moment the spiritual veins ruptured, the entire city became an altar for sacrifice, causing the unsuspecting survivors to become offerings.

Their essence and blood seeped into the ground through the cracks, while their souls were drawn by an invisible force, transforming into specks of scarlet light that merged into the blurry phantom of the demon god in the sky.

With each offering absorbed, the color of the sky deepened, and the crimson halo contracted faster.

Leaning on his broken black iron spear, Feng Jiu Kui staggered onto the remaining broken ground between the cracks, barely supporting his weak body.

The limited spiritual power of the third-tier cultivator was almost exhausted in the repeated battles, and his body was covered with deep wounds that exposed the bone.

The meridians in his left arm were severed by the demonic artifact, and blood dripped continuously from his fingertips, spreading into dark red flowers on the ruins beneath his feet.

He had just dodged a soul-devouring tentacle that shot out from the abyss when a sharp whooshing sound came from behind him. A blood-stained scimitar grazed his neck, sending up a cloud of foul-smelling blood.

Feng Jiu Kui suddenly turned around, using the last bit of spiritual power to thrust out his spear, the tip piercing the opponent's throat.

The light in the eyes of the cultivator from the Green Wood Sect vanished instantly, and his body collapsed limply.

The next second, it was swallowed by the abyss beside it, without even leaving a muffled sound.

"Cough...cough..."

Feng Jiu Kui clutched his chest and coughed violently, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth—the result of a dying curse from a wizard.

The demonic energy had invaded his lungs and internal organs, severely damaging his body and soul, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Looking around, cultivators from all sides were still fighting fiercely, with sword shadows and blade flashes intertwined, and the booming sounds of spiritual energy explosions rising and falling. Every second, someone was dying.

They may die by the enemy's blade, fall into the abyss, or be swallowed by the shrinking demonic energy.

The disciples of the Northern Alliance had already lost more than half their number, the cultivators of Xuanbing Valley were barely holding on, while the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect were frantically reaping lives in the chaos.

The figure of the red-clad female cultivator moved through the crimson light, like a deadly demon.

The Blood Demon Sect had been planning this for a long time and held a significant advantage.

The longer the time frame, the more obvious the advantage becomes.

Feng Jiu Kui's condition, however, could not be maintained until the end.

Despair surged into Feng Jiu Kui's heart like a tide, his vision began to blur, and a face flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

It was Tang Zhen!

Feng Jiu Kui had a feeling that Tang Zhen was no ordinary person and must have some incredible methods.

Tang Zhen might be their only hope of escaping and surviving!
From the moment the spiritual vein exploded to the moment he was forced towards the central area, Feng Jiu Kui's gaze lingered among the chaotic crowd; he was looking for Tang Zhen.

In this hunting ground where everyone is in danger, only those with unfathomable strength can possibly unravel the demon god's scheme and find a way to escape danger.

Feng Jiu Kui knew very well that with his third-tier cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to leave the Death Arena alive.

If we can find Tang Zhen, we might be able to get his protection and have a chance to survive.

As he was pondering this, the curse within him suddenly flared up, and Feng Jiu Kui felt as if his heart was being stabbed.

But he didn't even have time to catch his breath, because the next attack was already coming.

A black-clad cultivator lunged forward, wielding a short dagger, his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent.

Feng Jiu Kui dodged to the side, his spear sweeping across and breaking the opponent's leg bone. However, he himself was exhausted and staggered, almost falling into the crevice next to him.

Just then, a bloody shadow suddenly attacked from the side and behind.

Feng Jiu Kui looked up and saw that it was the red-clad senior sister of the Blood Demon Sect who had smashed the enemy's head with a single palm strike.

Brain matter splattered everywhere, staining Feng Jiu Kui's leather jacket.

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Feng Jiu Kui said, his tone filled with sincere gratitude.

The eldest sister of the Blood Demon Sect, dressed in blood-red robes, had an exquisitely beautiful face that exuded a chilling aura.

He held a blood-red longsword in his hand, the bloodstains on the blade still wet, and he exuded a dense demonic aura, clearly indicating that he had reached the peak of the fifth rank.

She glanced at Feng Jiu Kui, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he were merely a pebble on the roadside, before turning and throwing herself into the next battle.

After an unknown amount of time, the crimson halo had shrunk to the center of the city.

Eighteen bottomless abysses, under the control of the demon god's power, slowly converged towards the center.

The originally scattered cultivators were finally forced to the mountaintop area.

At this point, less than a thousand cultivators had survived, and each of them was covered in wounds and their spiritual energy was depleted.

They were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with exhaustion and vigilance, and their initial high spirits were gone.

"Stop it all!"

The senior sister in red from the Blood Demon Sect spoke, her voice carrying a powerful spiritual aura that instantly drowned out all the sounds of battle.

Holding a blood-red longsword, she stood atop the ruins, her red robes fluttering in the demonic energy. Her gaze swept over all the cultivators present. "The Demon God's reward is about to appear. We have already suffered heavy losses. If we continue to fight, we will all die here and become nourishment for the Demon God."

"Why not set a truce for now, and after we receive the rewards, we can distribute them peacefully and go our separate ways?"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence.

The leader of the Righteous Path Alliance looked solemn. He glanced at the few dozen disciples remaining beside him, then at the shrinking crimson halo in the distance, and finally nodded slowly: "Alright, let's call a truce for now, but if anyone dares to make a move in secret, the Righteous Path Alliance will surely rise up and attack them!"

"Xuanbing Valley agrees to a truce."

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has no objection."

All factions expressed their views, stating that they were already exhausted from the fighting, and that if they continued to fight, it would only result in mutual destruction, ultimately benefiting the otherworldly demon god.

Instead of doing that, it's better to get the reward first and then make plans.

The senior sister in red smiled subtly, a hint of calculation flashing in her eyes, but she said nothing, simply standing quietly in place, her gaze fixed on the phantom of the demon god in the sky.

Just then, the sky suddenly trembled violently, and the phantom of the otherworldly demon god became clearer, with a pair of bloodshot giant eyes indifferently looking down at the cultivators below.

No words were uttered, only an immense pressure descended from the sky, causing all the cultivators to freeze in their tracks and their breath to catch in their throats.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling purple light tore through the sky and landed precisely in the center of the ruins.

After the purple light dissipated, a semi-transparent entrance to a dimensional secret realm appeared before everyone's eyes.

The entrance to the secret realm was filled with spiritual energy, and one could vaguely see magnificent palaces, exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, and even spiritual light shimmering, clearly indicating that countless rare and precious treasures were hidden inside.

"That's... a dimensional secret realm!"

"There are so many treasures inside!"

"Hurry inside! If we can get even one item, this trip will have been worthwhile!"

Upon seeing this, the cultivators present instantly erupted in excitement, all their fatigue and vigilance replaced by a surge of greed.

The truce agreement from earlier had long been forgotten, and everyone's eyes were burning with fervor as they stared intently at the entrance to the secret realm.

Even the senior sister in red from the Blood Demon Sect couldn't hide the greed in her eyes. She took a deep breath, turned around and whispered a few instructions to the disciples behind her, then took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the secret realm.

The leader of the Righteous Alliance hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go! Enter the secret realm, get the rewards, and then we'll figure things out!"

Without further hesitation, all forces surged toward the entrance to the dimensional realm, instantly turning the once silent ruins into chaos once more.

This time, however, it wasn't a fight, but a scramble for the chance to enter the secret realm.

In an attempt to get ahead, some people didn't hesitate to attack the cultivators around them, and screams rang out again, but were quickly drowned out by the sound of footsteps.

Feng Jiu Kui looked at the surging crowd, then at the alluring entrance to the secret realm, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that this secret realm might be another trap, yet another hunt laid by the demon god.

But he had no choice but to enter the secret realm to find a glimmer of hope, and perhaps even discover Tang Zhen's whereabouts.

He either stays here, or death awaits him.

He gripped the broken gun tightly, enduring the excruciating pain all over his body, and staggered into the crowd, heading towards the entrance to the dimensional secret realm.