Blood Sacrifice To Millions Of Zombies, I Will Be A Demon Cultivator In The Apocalypse

Chapter 20 Slaughter, Return to the Sect

"Haha, kid, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. You know quite a lot."

"Since that's the case, hand over all the valuable things on you, and then end your own life. I'll make it easier for you."

"Otherwise, seeing how tender you are, the few of us brothers have been recently wanted and on the run in this wilderness, we've forgotten what a woman feels like..."

The leader of the Rogue Cultivators, a fat man, looked at Zheng Yi and seemed to remember something, his face darkening as he chuckled.

However, he didn't realize that Zheng Yi seemed to have completely ignored what he said, and with a pointed finger, the refined iron flying sword in his storage bag suddenly shot out.

"I have indeed recently advanced, and haven't had the chance to test my current strength. Since you've come to me, I'll just test it out."

Zheng Yi pointed forward, and the flying sword unsheathed, directly shooting towards the fat man.

"Crack, he really dares to resist."

"It's a case of giving a toast and getting punished with wine!"

"When I capture you alive, I'll break your legs and feet, to give our brothers some entertainment..."

Although the leader of the Rogue Cultivators, the fat man, had been saying these things, he was actually quite cautious, secretly vigilant of Zheng Yi's actions. At this moment, seeing this scene, he quickly urged his flying sword to counterattack.

Dealing with these wilderness bandits was like dealing with notorious wild dogs, absolutely not showing any weakness.

Strike once to avoid a hundred strikes.

Once the prey shows a weakness, this pack of wild dogs will all pounce, directly tearing the prey apart, sucking blood and eating flesh, leaving nothing behind.

The flying swords clashed together, turning into two lightning bolts in mid-air, constantly piercing through the air.

Intense clashes rang out, creating long sparks in mid-air, resembling swimming fish.

The leader of the Rogue Cultivators on the other side was surprisingly skilled and cunning in his swordsmanship, completely using desperate tactics.

The killing sword techniques were honed in battle after battle.

However, Zheng Yi also came from an Independent Cultivator background.

In the past, in the lower levels of the Immortal Domain Mysterious Void City, he had experienced battles for a little profit, and his battle experience might not be less than this fat man's.

The refined iron flying sword he controlled was as fast as lightning, elusive like a nimble antelope, making it impossible to predict the sword's trajectory.

"Compared to sect disciples, these wild cultivators have a less solid foundation and simple methods, with significant loopholes."

"However, although their strength is not strong, these guys are very slippery, and their combat experience is quite rich, making it difficult to find a fatal opportunity."

After a moment of battle, Zheng Yi had already grasped the leader of the Rogue Cultivators' strength and tested his own current strength.

He no longer held back, directly activating the Soul Assimilating Banner.

With a wave of his hand, the Soul Assimilating Banner, covered in intricate blood-red patterns, suddenly appeared in his palm.

He needed to hurry on his way, and these people, whether wild cultivators or Rogue Cultivators, were not very important to him.

After all, these people had blood on their hands, and killing them was also doing justice.

Swinging the Soul Assimilating Banner, endless black mist surged out, and the other Rogue Cultivators who had quietly gathered around were shocked.

As the black mist spread, forty-nine fierce ghosts silently appeared around them.

These fierce ghosts were surging with ghostly energy, wielding black Fiend Qi-concentrated magic knives, their crimson eyes staring fixedly at these Rogue Cultivators.

The fat leader of the Rogue Cultivators originally had the upper hand, but now, seeing this scene, his expression changed.

Especially Zheng Yi's Soul Assimilating Banner, it gave him immense psychological pressure.

"Disciples of a sect?! Damn it!"

"We've hit a brick wall..."

Looking at the Soul Assimilating Banner burning with green flames, the fat man seemed to be a bit flustered all of a sudden, not expecting to encounter disciples of a sect.

The aura emanating from these fierce ghosts was astonishing, and they were no longer ordinary fierce ghosts, but guardian Yin soldiers.

Especially the leader among them, the red-clothed fierce ghost, the ferocious aura on his body made the leader of the Rogue Cultivators tremble with fear and anxiety.

This time, Zheng Yi didn't say much.

He waved the Soul Assimilating Banner in his hand, and the endless black mist had unknowingly blocked the retreat of these Rogue Cultivators.

The eerie wind howled, and the ghosts wailed.

"Screech!"

"Screech!"

"Screech!"

Sharp soul-piercing demon sounds emanated from the mouths of the fierce ghosts, forming soul-shattering shockwaves.

Several Rogue Cultivators staggered, and the leader of the Rogue Cultivators, under Zheng Yi's focused attention, suffered the greatest impact from the soul shock.

"Brothers, let's fight."

"Our only way out now is to kill him."

"Killing this sect disciple will be enough for us to live in luxury..."

The fat leader of the Rogue Cultivators' expression changed constantly, roaring loudly, seemingly using some desperate means, his blood and energy swirling around his body, forcibly enhancing the spiritual power within him.

He manipulated his flying sword to stab towards Zheng Yi, while also calling for help from his companions.

But Zheng Yi didn't give him a chance at all.

Standing behind the mist, Zheng Yi shook the Soul Assimilating Banner in his hand, and the black mist isolated his figure.

At the same time, his shadow was looming, several fierce ghosts standing in front of him, protecting him tightly.

Seeing this scene, the fat leader of the Rogue Cultivators looked desperate, roaring in frustration.

"You're good, I admit defeat..."

"Please..."

Immediately, his flying sword was grabbed by the red-clothed fierce ghost, the main soul of the Soul Assimilating Banner.

The green flames spread, taking over his flying sword.

Then it spread to his entire body, and with a scream, this leader of the Rogue Cultivators turned into a dried corpse.

"Spare me!"

"Have mercy on me!"

Seeing the miserable state of their leader, the remaining Rogue Cultivators were completely terrified, and involuntarily turned to flee.

Unfortunately, within the range covered by the Soul Assimilating Banner, their speed couldn't match that of the Yin soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, they were caught up and killed.

These Rogue Cultivators only managed to let out desperate cries.

Dozens of Yin soldiers killing these Independent Cultivators was a complete waste of their abilities.

Their remaining souls were torn to shreds, devoured clean by the Yin soldiers within the Soul Assimilating Banner.

After searching their bodies, not much was found.

The remaining bodies were directly set on fire.

...

Along the way, the road was not peaceful, encountering several waves of ruthless strong individuals.

Finally, Zheng Yi witnessed firsthand how the high-level cultivators at the Foundation Building Stage in the Demon Realm fought.

The terrifying power at that time, and the constant overwhelming spell fluctuations, made Zheng Yi's scalp tingle and his soul tremble.

Even though he had done his best to conceal his aura, he was still far from the battle between the two high-level demon cultivators, but that terrifying power made him break out in a cold sweat.

This was how battles in the Immortal Cultivation World were, with high-level cultivators bombarding wildly, and Independent Cultivators below were as insignificant as ants.

If one accidentally got involved, they could only blame their own bad luck, becoming an unjustly dead ghost.

(End of this chapter)