Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The oppressive aura of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator swept over the entire tent like a mountain crashing down. Huang Yiming and his two companions were stiff, their blood surging, and they were almost unable to move. Moro stood in the center of the tent, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent. He stared intently at the three ancient time-traveling fragments in Huang Yiming's hand, his eyes filled with greed and anger. His carefully designed trap had not only failed to trap Huang Yiming, but had instead allowed him to collect all the fragments and break through his cultivation level. This had caused him to lose face completely, and he was burning with rage.

"Moro, you've returned after all. It seems the appearance of the dragon cultivators really was your trap." Huang Yiming forced himself to stay upright, circulating all his spiritual energy to resist the pressure. His eyes were resolute as he gripped the fragment in his hand. "Today, I will not only defeat Mo Chenzi, but also seize the Demon Abyss Token from your hands, completely stopping your conspiracy to invade the two realms!"

"You? A human cultivator who just broke through to the peak of Foundation Establishment, dares to challenge me?" Moro sneered, his tone full of disdain. "Huang Yiming, you're too arrogant. There's a world of difference between the mid-stage Golden Core realm and the peak of Foundation Establishment. Even if you have three time-traveling fragments and modern weapons, you can't withstand my attacks. Today, I will crush you, seize the fragments, activate the ancient treasure, and dominate both realms!"

Having said that, Moro raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, gathering a dense aura of evil energy that lashed out at Huang Yiming. The evil energy, imbued with immense power, tore through the air in its path, its destructive force boundless. Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically. He immediately channeled his spiritual energy, channeling the power of the three fragments into his body, while simultaneously drawing his armor-piercing pistol and aiming it at Moro's hand, pulling the trigger. A sharp beam of light shot out instantly, colliding violently with the evil energy.

"Bang!" After a loud crash, a powerful shockwave swept across the entire area, instantly collapsing the tents and sending rubble and debris raining down. Huang Yiming was struck by the shockwave, a trickle of blood escaping his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground, his breath slightly weak. Moro staggered back a few steps, his hands slightly numb, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—he hadn't expected Huang Yiming's attack to be so powerful.

"Interesting. Looks like you do have some skill." Moro sneered, his killing intent growing stronger. "However, that's not enough!" With that, he turned and coldly glanced at Mo Chenzi on the ground. "Useless trash. You couldn't even hold back an injured Qin Yuling. What use are you!"

Mo Chenzi's face turned deathly pale, filled with terror. He repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Lord Moro, spare my life! I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I will definitely help you defeat Huang Yiming and seize the fragment!"

"Too late!" Moro sneered, raising his hand and striking Mo Chenzi's dantian with a burst of evil energy. Mo Chenzi screamed in agony, instantly dying and collapsing to the ground. Having dealt with Mo Chenzi, Moro turned his gaze to Huang Yiming and the other two, his tone icy: "Now, it's your turn. Today, none of you three can escape!"

Having said that, Moro flashed towards Huang Yiming, gathering dense evil energy in his hand, and struck him in the chest with a palm. Seeing this, Qin Yuling and Ziyao rushed forward with great effort: Qin Yuling drew her longsword, and a sharp sword aura pierced Moro's back; Ziyao activated a secret technique of the Demonic Sect, and the evil weapon in her hand shot out a black beam of light that hit Moro's shoulder, attempting to restrain the attack.

"Overestimating yourself!" Moro sneered, striking Qin Yuling in the chest with a backhand. Qin Yuling groaned, blood spilling from her mouth, and fell heavily to the ground, her injuries worsening; Zi Yao was also hit by the aftershock, staggering backward, blood staining the corner of her mouth.

"Yu Ling! Zi Yao!" Huang Yiming's eyes blazed with fury. Ignoring his own injuries, he suddenly stood up and unleashed the full power of the three fragments—his golden spiritual energy grew increasingly dense. He took out the high-energy explosives he carried with him, infused them with spiritual energy, and hurled them fiercely at Moro.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion erupted as the powerful shockwave from the high-energy explosive, carrying with it golden spiritual energy, swept over Moro. Moro's expression changed drastically. He immediately channeled his evil energy to form a defensive barrier, but with a "bang," the barrier shattered instantly. He was struck hard by the shockwave, black blood spilling from his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground, his aura weakened and his injuries severe.

"Impossible! How could you have such a powerful weapon?" Moro stared at Huang Yiming in disbelief, his voice filled with terror—he had never seen a weapon that could harm him, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

"This is a modern weapon you've never seen before. Today, I will use it to utterly crush you!" Huang Yiming sneered, his figure flashing as he charged towards Moro. Three fragments in his hand emitted a golden light as he struck Moro's chest with a palm strike. Just then, Qin Yuling forced herself to her feet, wielding her longsword and thrusting it towards Moro's back—she wanted to avenge her sect and her fellow disciples, to personally defeat this wicked demon leader!

Moro's expression changed drastically as he tried to dodge, but it was too late: Huang Yiming's palm struck heavily, piercing Moro's chest, while Qin Yuling's longsword simultaneously pierced his back. Moro groaned, gushing black blood from his mouth, his body convulsing violently, his eyes filled with resentment and rage: "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I haven't yet dominated both realms, I haven't yet activated the ancient treasure, how can I be defeated like this!"

Huang Yiming coldly withdrew his hand, and Qin Yuling also drew her longsword. Moro's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his life force completely dissipating. After dealing with Moro, Huang Yiming and the other two breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground as if all their strength had been drained—they were covered in wounds, and their auras were extremely weak.

"Finally... finally we've defeated Moro and Mochenzi." Qin Yuling gasped for breath, a relieved smile on her face. The hatred that had been building up in her heart had finally been put to rest. "Yiming, Ziyao, we succeeded. We obtained the fragments and defeated the enemy."

Zi Yao was also panting heavily, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Yes, we succeeded, but at a great cost. We're all seriously injured. And there are still many demon cultivators in the demon camp. We must leave as soon as possible, otherwise, once they arrive, we won't be able to leave."

Huang Yiming nodded, forcing himself to stand up. He searched Moro and found a Demon Abyss Token and a storage bag. Opening it, he found a large amount of cultivation resources and a detailed map of the demon territory. "That's right, we can't stay here any longer; we must leave as soon as possible."

He walked over to Qin Yuling and Zi Yao and helped them up. He took out the healing pills that Yang Xiu had refined from his storage space and handed them to them: "Quickly take the pills to recover from your injuries. We should leave the Demon Clan territory immediately and return to the Interdimensional Passage to meet up with Yang Xiu, Ling tide, and Qing Yue."

After taking the pills, Qin Yuling and Ziyao closed their eyes and circulated their spiritual energy to accelerate their recovery. A short while later, their injuries improved, and they were able to walk with difficulty. Huang Yiming led them, concealing their movements, and quickly retreated towards the outskirts of the demon territory.

Unbeknownst to them, Moro had activated the demon race's emergency communication token before his death, transmitting news of his demise to a high-ranking demon deep within the demon realm. At that moment, deep within the demon realm, a demon cultivator clad in a black robe stood before a massive altar, his eyes cold and his killing intent palpable. The black token clutched tightly in his hand was none other than Moro's emergency communication token.

"Moro was actually defeated by human cultivators, and the third ancient time-traveling fragment was also stolen..." The demon cultivator's voice was low and cold, emanating the pressure of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, even stronger than Moro's. "Huang Yiming, you dared to injure my demon leader and steal the fragment! I will definitely defeat you and avenge you! Issue the order to gather all demon cultivators to hunt down Huang Yiming and his two companions, retrieve the fragment, raze both realms, and avenge Moro!"

Then, roars echoed from within the demon territory, and a large number of demon cultivators rushed towards the direction Huang Yiming and his companions had retreated. The three were still retreating towards the outskirts of the demon territory, unaware that a far greater crisis was rapidly approaching—high-level demons in the late Golden Core stage had amassed a large army and were pursuing them!

Moro's urgent message before his death attracted a large army of late-stage Golden Core demons in pursuit. Will Huang Yiming and his companions be able to escape successfully?