Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 967 The Evolution of the Demon's Clan
In terms of sheer numbers, Luo Caixia is very strong.

She wielded the rebar and, with little effort, killed the first knife-wielding demon.

But just as mammoths can be killed by spear-wielding primitives, sometimes numbers cannot completely determine the outcome of a battle; having power is not enough, you also need to know how to use it.

So while she killed the demon lord, her own body was also slashed many times. If Wang Wei hadn't reacted quickly and erected the Golden Bell Shield next to her, she would have been chopped into mincemeat by the demon lord.

But Wang Wei's situation wasn't easy either.

He held up the golden bell; if he were even a second late, he would be pricked like a hedgehog.

Jingle bells, jingle bells...

The illusory golden bell shield was being subjected to a storm of attacks. Through the semi-transparent bell wall, Wang Wei could clearly see the hideous and twisted faces of those demonic ghouls, as well as the mad killing intent flashing in their eyes.

Chop, stab, hack, mince!

Each attack from the demonic ghoul created a golden ripple on the bell's surface. The intense onslaught caused the entire bell to hum. Because the demonic ghoul's attack intensity far exceeded expectations, the absolute defense that could have been maintained for twenty minutes was now shortening at an alarming rate.

Wang Wei gritted his teeth, braced himself with both hands, and tried to use the same trick again to release golden light to burn the nearby evil spirits.

call!
To Wang Wei's surprise, at the moment the golden light burst forth, all the demons jumped back in unison, precisely avoiding the damage range of the golden light!

Wang Wei's expression changed drastically.

These monsters have learned from their previous mistakes and have grown stronger in battle. It's no longer possible for them to use this trick to cause widespread damage.

"Damn..."

Wang Wei changed his palm into a finger and shot a golden beam of light forward, piercing through one of the demonic ghouls.

The golden light of the Golden Bell Shield can also be used for single-target attacks, but while it is faster and more powerful, it also consumes more energy. At this rate, he probably won't last long.

Wang Wei looked in Wu Xian's direction.

All they could do was try to survive; whether they could pull through depended entirely on Wu Xian.

……

Whoosh, whoosh!

Rusty short knives came flying one after another, embedding themselves deeply in the wall. Some even grazed Wu Xian's scalp, but none of them actually touched him.

Once Wu Xian leaves, the demon stalkers will let out piercing screams and draw their short swords to continue their pursuit.

Wu Xian's movements were very steady. Sometimes he would dodge to the side, sometimes he would leap back and dodge, shaking his head and swinging his arms. Only when there was really no way to avoid it would he swing his sword to block, or briefly charge up his strength to unleash a flame to slow down the pursuit of the demons.

Compared to Luo Caixia, this highlights the difference in combat experience.

Wu Xian maintained an astonishing calmness and focus throughout, keeping one side of his body against the wall to try and keep the enemy's attacks in front of him.

When demonic spirits sneak up from behind, he will use his speed advantage to quickly disengage from the battle and run to a corner. Then he will watch as the evil spirits that were originally in front of and behind him chase after him from the same direction.

By employing the tactic of flanking around walls, Wu Xian never found himself in a predicament where he had to worry about both his front and rear.

After several rounds of maneuvering, the number of demonic foes rushing towards them was quite considerable.

Wu Xian suddenly accelerated to create distance, ran to the wall a short distance in front of the Death Gate, turned around and stopped.

Next, step forward with your left foot, step back with your right foot, grip the hilt with both hands, and hold the blade horizontally to gather power.

One second, two seconds...

The hideous faces of the demons drew closer and closer, and a foul stench assaulted their senses. Just as the one in front was about to touch Wu Xian, Wu Xian suddenly swung his sword!

Swish!
In an instant, the Burning Dream Blade unleashed a massive burst of flames, the blazing white fire engulfing a fan-shaped area more than five meters in front of it, devouring all the pursuing demonic ghosts.

Even the ground and walls squeaked from the intense heat!

Wu Xian's lips curled into a smile. This one strike had solved half the problem; the remaining demonic accomplices were no longer a threat...

Whoosh!
A glint of cold light shot out from the flames.

Wu Xian quickly dodged, but his ear was still cut open. After the fire was extinguished, the scene before him made his pupils shrink.

Amidst the vast flames, only the first demonic ghoul fell. Although the rest had dense bubbles burned into their bodies, they remained standing!

"Last time, the Demonic Ghosts were easily burned away, but this time only one was burned to death. Could it be because I used the Burning Dream Blade in the last round, so all the Demonic Ghosts in this round have developed resistance to fire?"

"The number of demon foes is decreasing..."

Wu Xian suddenly thought of the 'headless executioner' controlled by Chen Chao; the dead executioners would transform into the power of the surviving ones...

But if these demonic accomplices also possess similar abilities, Wu Xian should have been able to discern it in the second round.

"No, it's a more troublesome ability!"

"The power transformed from the dead demon foes doesn't simply enhance the abilities of the remaining demon foes; rather, it transforms into something similar to 'evolution points,' allowing the remaining demon foes to evolve in a targeted manner based on the enemy's abilities when needed!"

"However, we can still fight!"

"Although the fire didn't kill them, it did put them in a state of paralysis for a period of time. As long as we take advantage of this time..."

Just then, Wu Xian suddenly felt a cold wind.

Wu Xian waved his hand to deflect the thing, which rolled a few times on the ground before stopping, while Wu Xian's hand was covered with bits of flesh.

What came at us was a human head!
……

"Come on!"

"Quick, run that way!"

On the ceiling, security guard Yang Lin was waving his fist to cheer on Wu Xian and the others.

Of course, he didn't dare to shout.

But the expression on his face was even more fanatical than that of a football hooligan who had participated in gambling; his mouth, nose, eyebrows... even his cheekbones were all straining.

This left him no choice but to devote himself fully to the battle, as it concerned his very survival.

Yang Lin was a participant in the second cycle of the Blessed Land. He initially performed well, but when he was injured and needed to commit suicide to save his life, he broke down because he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Therefore, he did not get the chance to participate in the final battle at Fudi.

Yang Lin initially felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Because those selected for the lower positions have a two-thirds chance of securing a safe spot, and the remaining two also have the ability to pray to the gods for protection.

Unlike them, who were hung on the ceiling and were merely targets for evil spirits.

But as the final battle progressed, Yang Lin suddenly realized that hanging it on the ceiling was the better option.

Because those evil spirits will attack the people below first, those of us hanging on the ceiling only need to act as a mood-setter and wait for the final outcome.

When Yang Lin saw Wu Xian lead a large group of demons and ghosts into the trap and unleash a devastating white flame with his sword, he could no longer contain himself and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Burn them! Burn them to death!"

But as soon as he shouted, he suddenly felt something cold and sharp pressed against his neck.

That's a knife.

The one holding the knife was a demonic scoundrel grinning at him.

"Wait, I..."

puff!

A sharp knife was plunged into his neck.

(End of this chapter)