Primordial Sin System

Chapter 376-Red Rope

Presently, Dave couldn't unseal it, as the seal's aura was undoubtedly cast by a powerhouse in the celestial plane.

Kaigu also informed him that the rope had been stolen by the patriarch from a demonic sect, which had subsequently led to a war.

The sect's leader had been searching for the item for years.

When a subordinate had discovered a clue, they ventured into a secret realm to retrieve the treasure, but many of them perished.

During transportation, the patriarch had ambushed the demonic cultivators, sensing the rope's extraordinariness.

He killed them and seized the treasure. Unbeknownst to him, the sect leader had noticed and placed a mark on his body to track his location.

This compelled the patriarch to remain in hiding within his domain, as he was no match for the demonic sect leader who was on par with his ancestors.

......

Boom!

The Fang Clan remained entrenched in chaos as the demonic cultivators, led by a demon holding the head of the commander of the guards, wreaked havoc.

"Haha, all of you will die!" he roared.

Their leader encouraged them to cause as much chaos as they pleased, promising rewards to anyone who retrieved her treasure.

Boom!

"Haha, let's kill them!"

"Haha, don't kill the women; we can play with them later."

"Hehe, kill!"

The demonic cultivators surged towards the Fang Clan's domain without end.

Their numbers approached the hundreds of thousands, with numerous powerhouses leading them.

The Fang Clan had readied their soldiers, but the sheer numbers of the demonic sect were overwhelming.

The sect possessed a special technique that temporarily augmented their strength.

They also shielded civilians, preventing the Fang Clan's soldiers from utilizing their full potential.

Upon entering the Fang Clan's territory, the invaders suddenly came to a halt.

An elderly man stood before them calmly.

Despite his advanced age, his aura exuded a terrifying power, instilling fear even in those leading the siege.

Nevertheless, he showed no signs of fear himself.

"Hmph, that woman is becoming more arrogant day by day, showing no regard for us," the old man sneered.

"Since she brought you here, I shall send you to the afterlife as payment for her audacity to launch an attack on my clan," the elderly man declared.

With a wave of his hand, the entire area became engulfed in a sea of flames, instantly incinerating weaker demonic cultivators.

"Shit!" cursed Gavin, one of the trusted subordinates of the demonic sect's leader.

He managed to dodge the attack, but many of his troops fell victim to the power of the old man.

"Hmph, old man, do you think I'll retreat?" Gavin retorted.

"If not for your patriarch snatching our treasure, we would not have resorted to such lengths against your feeble clan."

His body radiated a thick killing intent as he underwent a transformation.

Gavin's form grew larger and more muscular, his aura reaching the level of the old man's.

"Ah, the renowned demonic transformation of your sect," the old man chuckled, finding amusement in the situation. However, he did not show fear.

Boom!

Their fists collided, and the force generated was evenly matched.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The old man was taken aback; he was the 8th ancestor of the Fang Clan.

Among the clan's 10 Ancestors, he was one of the weaker ones, but he was still formidable enough to defeat many, even some True Saints.

Yet, the demonic cultivator before him could hold his ground against the old man's powerful attacks.

Boom!

They exchanged blows and realizing that Gavin was holding his own against the ancestor, the demonic cultivators rejoiced and launched a fierce attack on the soldiers.

Swish!

"Arghh"

The old man was struck and saw a small needle pierce his chest, leaving him stunned. "What is this?"

The old man felt his life force being drained, and Gavin laughed maniacally.

"Haha, the old man fell into our trap. Now, attack!"

Gavin commanded his remaining forces, and they swiftly began their assault on the soldiers.

Clank!

The war raged on, and the old man was alarmed by the black needle.

He was unable to remove it even with his full powers.

"Hehe, you can't remove the needle, as our sect leader personally crafted it to kill the patriarch. I didn't expect an ancestor to show up," Gavin taunted.

"Hehe, if I kill you, Her Majesty will reward me handsomely, hehe,"

Gavin gloated, moving toward the 8th Ancestor, prepared to strike him down.

The 8th Ancestor was afraid and shouted, "Old 9, old 10, help me!"

His once-proud and arrogant tone vanished, and he abandoned all concern for his image, begging for assistance.

Gavin laughed at his pathetic display, finding delight in seeing such a powerful figure beg for mercy.

"Where is your arrogance now? You're like a pig begging for help, hahaha. How delightful,"

Gavin mocked, unafraid of any potential help that might arrive.

"How audacious," came a sudden retort.

Two figures materialized, exuding an aura equal to the 8th Ancestor's level.

They were the 9th and 10th ancestors, both top-tier True Saints like the 8th Ancestor.

"Hmph, demonic cultivators shall die," the newcomers declared, their attention directed away from the 8th Ancestor as they focused on attacking Gavin.

Gavin smiled and said, "Haha, you fools, you've fallen into my trap. It's a pity only three of you have shown up."

He then produced a token and crushed it before them, his expression unchanging.

It was as if he had no fear of the attacks from two True Saints.

He seemed to be awaiting further assistance, as he was no match for two ancestors of that level.

Boom!

Suddenly, a massive palm materialized, intercepting the attacks of the two ancestors.

They were shocked to see a beautiful woman before them, seemingly like an illusion.

However, the energy she radiated was potent enough to induce terror. She wore a black dress, her skin milky white.

Despite her lack of overt killing intent, her aura inspired fear.

With short black hair and black eyes, she stood at a height of only 5'9".

She regarded the three ancestors before her and then shifted her gaze to Gavin, her subordinate.

"Trash, I told you to force at least five ancestors to show up," she chastised.

Unconcerned with insulting her subordinate, the woman chastised Gavin, who bowed his head.

Despite his red face, he was euphoric, reveling in the fact that the sect leader had noticed him.

"Ahh, the sect leader insulted me. Ohh, I'll be happy for a whole month," he proclaimed with delight.

Being recognized by their leader was a source of immense pride for him, something he would boast about to his fellow demonic cultivators.