Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 382: The Battle Reaches Its Climax—Eighth Grade Grandmaster Thunderbolt Sword Chen Tao Slaughters Beast Generals with Ease

In the face of this sudden catastrophe, the vast majority of the native secret realm residents instantly turned pale, their eyes revealing an indescribable fear.

Staring at the projection seemingly close at hand, like a nightmare, the exotic beasts stirred their hearts with immense shock.

Huge and grotesque, their bodies flickering with eerie light, as if demons crawling out of hell abyss, sending chills down one’s spine.

A middle-aged native man stared wide-eyed in horror, dropping the phone he had just bought to the ground.

"Bang~"

The dull sound seemed to hit everyone’s heart.

To this, he seemed oblivious, screaming out in panic.

"Oh my god! Is this the legendary exotic beast? Is this the enemy Great Xia is confronting?"

"This terrifying image and power, it’s simply an unimaginable existence! How can we win? It’s doomed! The world is going to be destroyed!"

On the other side, a young native boy who had just passed the trial to officially become a Martial Artist.

Looking at this horrifying scene, his face turned as pale as paper, his body swaying, a strong sense of fear surging within him.

"I...I have also become a Martial Artist, will I be sent to such a battlefield in the future?"

"I’m still so young, haven’t gotten the chance to truly enjoy life, am I going to be thrown into that infinite meat grinder to face such terrifying enemies?"

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a sorrow rising from within, tears silently rolling down.

In different places, natives from various secret realms discussed animatedly, utterly stunned.

They too had heard Immortal Masters describe those monsters from the Dark World.

But witnessing it firsthand now, they truly felt that suffocating sense of oppression.

"It turns out these are the monsters Immortal Masters spoke of!"

"Is Great Xia really fighting against these creatures?"

An elder fervently rubbed his wrinkled face.

His face full of wrinkles squeezed together in terror, as if recounting a fear that time could not erase.

His tone of exclamation was dry, as if squeezing out from his throat bit by bit.

"Monsters! There really are monsters in this world! It’s terrifying!"

Screams erupted from the crowd, native women clutched their children tightly.

Native children hid behind their mothers, eyes wide, filled with dread and curiosity.

In contrast, these natives who stepped out from various secret realms and later joined the Great Xia Human Race.

Their mental endurance was not yet as resilient as the seasoned Great Xia People.

Before leaving their sect’s small secret realm, the life experiences of most native human races had scarcely involved direct confrontations with exotic beasts.

Even though during this time, they made efforts to adapt to Great Xia’s life pace and environment.

Some outstanding ones even managed through tireless efforts to successfully break through and become Martial Artists, slaying many exotic beasts.

But in past squad hunting experiences, they usually faced individual exotic beasts, never exceeding two figures at most.

Unlike the overwhelming, heart-shaking beast tide siege before them now.

Not to mention such unprecedented, unheard-of grand warfare like the present.

Billions, hundreds of billions of exotic beasts attacked like torrential downpour.

The all-encompassing oppression and aura of destruction, along with the despairing disparity in numbers.

Even for the well-traveled Great Xia People, let alone the less experienced native human race, their hearts trembled as well.

The seemingly vast and boundless projection saw the battle gradually entering a fever pitch as time went by.

Tens of thousands of Sixth Grade Quasi-Master Level Martial Artists surged like tides.

Eyes firm and resolute, gripping their respective weapons or wielding powerful martial techniques.

Launching assaults on the endless exotic beast group.

Each attack seemed to tear through the silence between heaven and earth, sword beams, fist force, blade glint...

Brilliant lights scattered forth like a meteor shower, falling into the beast crowd.

Instantly leaving countless mangled remains, staining the already crimson earth a deeper shade.

While on another side of the battlefield, the Eighth Grade Grandmasters and some Ninth Grade Peak beings.

Shone brightly like stars, each carving out an independent second battlefield.

Fighting fiercely against those Beast Generals and Beast Kings with strong wisdom and terrifying power.

Every collision stirred up earth-shattering energy waves.

In every punch and kick, the scene was filled with the tragic spectacle of flying flesh and blood.

The duel between power and power made the air tremble, each clash felt like striking the viewers’ souls.

Normally, there is no way to capture high tier Martial Artist battle scenes, but with Lin Ping’an’s means, he can.

With his Nine Heavens Peak strength, it’s essentially a piece of cake.

With a thought, new changes appeared on the Great Xia Human Realm’s projection, not only showing the first battlefield but also the Eighth and Ninth Grades fight scenes appearing successively.

Subsequently, the Great Xia People witnessed various high tier battle scenes.

Screams continuously echoed afterwards.

"Look! Quick, look! Isn’t that the Eighth Grade Grandmaster, Thunderbolt Sword Vice Director Chen Tao from Southwest Academy... turns out the elder has gone to fight on the frontline!"

"Ahhhhh! It’s really impressive!"

"Vice Director Chen Tao is already at the Eighth Grade Peak, seems he might soon break through to Ninth Grade Peak!"

"Slaughtering same-grade Beast Kings like dogs, Vice Director Chen Tao is simply unbelievably cool."

In the picture, on the fiery battlefield, an Eighth Grade Grandmaster with hair like iron blood battle robe, stood with noble pride.

Eyes sharp as a hawk’s, surrounding him was an unfathomable pressure.

But upon closer inspection, one seemed to be able to feel the cold ruthlessness hidden deep in his gaze.

Like the aloof Heavenly Dao, only indifference and solitude remained.

In Chen Tao’s hand, he tightly gripped a long sword, this sword was not of ordinary iron, but made from the bone and crystal core of a once hunted Eighth Grade Peak Thunder Beast, forged through thousands of tempering, thousands of quenching, and flesh sacrifices.

The sword circulated with dazzling power of thunder and lightning, seemingly containing endless destructive energy.

Only to see his sword momentum like a rainbow, with a light flick of his wrist, instantly triggering the ever-flowing Power of Thunder throughout heaven and earth, converging at the sword’s tip.

With rapid flash, the sword stabbed directly towards a Beast General with mountain-like stature.

Though the opponent was tough-skinned and extremely fierce, in front of this sword, it appeared so small and powerless.

At the point of the sword, space seemed to be ripped open by an invisible force.

A thin, long space crack silently appeared, revealing an eerie darkness and coldness inside.

In an instant, accompanied by an ear-splitting thunder, the long sword accurately pierced through the beast general’s hard scale armor.

Splicing it in half from head to toe, the massive body fell with a crash, raising a skyful of dust.