Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

The explosions gradually subsided.

After the orange-red flames faded, darkness returned to the depths of the rift.

But Yang Xian noticed a change.

The surrounding red mist was even redder than before.

"The power of the abyss... seems to have become much stronger?"

Yang Xian frowned.

He hovered his white mech high in the sky, looking down at the area below filled with shattered armor fragments.

Black carapace fragments were scattered all over the ground, densely packed, interspersed with dark red specks of light.

The points of light were slowly rising and merging into the surrounding mist.

"Lin Ai".

Yes, I saw it.

Lin Ai responded immediately.

These Iron-Eating Insects were originally created by the Ninth Realm Demon God, and each of them retains some of the power of the Abyss's laws.

[While alive, it was sealed inside the body; after death... it naturally overflowed.]

This concentration won't have much effect on you, and it will naturally dilute over time.

Generally speaking, only beings at the fourth realm or above have the conditions to bear the power of laws.

Martial artists at or below the third realm simply cannot contain that level of power in their bodies.

But the iron-eating worm is an exception.

They are not products of natural evolution, but weapons created directly by demons.

The power of laws was etched into their genes from the very beginning.

Even the lowest-level Iron-Eating Insect carries a trace of insignificant abyssal remnant within its body.

"Speaking of the Nine Realms Demon God..." Yang Xian began.

Are you worried that the demon god will target you?

Lin Ai interrupted him and took over the conversation.

Don't worry! It can't get here!

[I was accidentally discovered because I used their laws before. As long as I don't actively expose myself again, they won't be able to find us.]

"That's not entirely it."

Yang Xian shook his head.

He was thinking about something else.

The demon god in Star City is not the same as the demon god in South Sea City.

Different laws and fluctuations create different feelings of oppression.

This indicates that humanity needs to face two Ninth-Realm Demon Gods, or possibly more.

"Forget it, let's not think about it too much..."

"Lingling, scan the surrounding area for any remaining enemies!"

The shimmering blue light suddenly flashed twice.

"Dad, there's something over there!"

"Things? Could there be some that escaped?"

Yang Xian piloted the mecha, moving forward in the direction Lingling pointed.

The white mech passed through the thick red fog, and the view gradually became clear.

He saw it.

In a low-lying area where the remains of iron-eating insects were piled up, two humanoid figures were found.

Yang Xian recognized them.

The Glory Society members who escaped last time.

"So it was another one who slipped through the net!"

Yang Xian thought they had been eaten by the iron-eating worms.

I didn't expect him to still be alive.

"Hehehe...so rich...so rich..."

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head, his face full of manic laughter.

His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated to an abnormal degree. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth down his chin.

His hands were constantly rubbing the fragments of the Iron-Eating Insect, and the dark red light spots remaining on the fragments were seeping into his skin through his palms.

"Abyssal power...hehe, so much...so much abyssal power..."

The other person wasn't much better off.

His body was trembling slightly, but the expression on his face was one of almost obsessive ecstasy.

"The Fourth Realm! I've reached it... I've reached the threshold of the Fourth Realm!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils in those eyes had turned dark red.

"Hahahaha! I'm about to break through!!"

Yang Xian watched this scene from above and remained silent for two seconds.

"...Are these two crazy?"

He was asking sincerely.

They are directly absorbing the power of the abyssal laws from the remains of the Iron-Eating Insects.

"absorb?"

Yang Xian glanced again at the two drug addicts below.

It's no different from being high on drugs.

wrong.

This is even more outrageous than being high on drugs.

At least people who are high won't kneel on the ground licking the corpses of insects.

The kneeling Glory member was indeed licking the remains of the Iron-Eating Worm with his tongue.

The white mech continued its descent and stopped about thirty meters away from the two people.

The sound of the thrusters finally caught the attention of the two men.

The man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head.

His gaze found the white mecha in the red mist. He paused for a moment, then his face twisted into a strange smile.

"It's you..."

He slowly stood up, his body swaying unsteadily.

"It's you again...hehehe..."

The other one turned its head as well.

Its dark red pupils stared intently at Yang Xian's mecha, and it let out intermittent laughter.

"Seriously... You've got a path to heaven, but you won't take it... Hehehe..."

"Hell has no gates... Heh heh..."

Yang Xian looked at them.

Both of them could not stand steadily, their legs trembling.

Dark red lines could be faintly seen spreading across the skin's surface, traces of the abyss's power eroding the body.

"I've already broken through to the fourth realm... hehehe..." One of them clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "I'll avenge my fallen brothers... hehehe..."

Yang Xian stared at him for two seconds:

"The Four Realms?"

"The upper limit of the realm in this rift is the third realm."

"Even if you have absorbed a lot of abyssal power, it is impossible for you to break through the barrier of the fourth realm here."

The other party was clearly no longer listening to any normal language.

The man roared and charged toward the white mech.

The speed was indeed not slow, but it was completely disorganized.

His steps were unsteady, and he was veering off course, much like someone who was drunk and fighting.

"Clang!"

The double-edged gun popped out from the back of the mech.

With a simple thrust, the spear tip pierced the man's shoulder blade precisely, pinning him to the ground.

"ah--!"

The screams were mixed with maniacal laughter.

The man pinned to the ground was still struggling, muttering incoherently, "Four Realms... I am the Four Realms... Hehehe..."

Yang Xian ignored him and turned to another one.

The white mecha stretched out its left hand, grabbed the second person by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Speak. What exactly do you want here?"

The man whose neck was being choked was off the ground, his face turning red.

But he showed no fear.

He is laughing.

"Hehehe...the four realms...hehe..."

Yang Xian raised his voice: "I'm asking you a question. What is your Glory Society doing in this rift? Who sent you?"

"Hehehe..."

There was absolutely no way to communicate.

The minds of these two people have been completely destroyed by the power of the abyss.

No matter what you ask, it's the same old monotonous answers; they've even lost their ability to think normally.

Yang Xian released his grip, causing the person to fall to the ground.

He was still laughing after he fell, curled up on the ground, his hands and feet twitching uncontrollably.

Yang Xian looked at them, his mind quickly weighing the options.

killed?

Keep him to take back for interrogation?