"Withering Shadow."

"Retreat!"

Not missing this fleeting opportunity, Yiye Zhiqu called out to his three teammates, and taking advantage of the path cleared by the Fireball Technique, they quickly rushed out of the area shrouded in shadows.

The hand, as large as a city gate, finally descended, smashing the spot where they had been standing, erasing the traps and shelters they had set up, along with the entire hill!

The turbulent airflow, mixed with sand and dust, turned into a massive shockwave that almost pushed the four players off the hillside.

Thanks to this, the pack of young beasts surrounding them also suffered. Rushing to the cave like a tide, they now fell from the mountain like a waterfall.

Looking at the mountain peak shattered by a single slap, Yiye Zhiqu felt a burst of fear in his heart as he turned back, searching around for the hero who had just saved them.

And at that moment, the sky suddenly exploded with a flash of lightning, like a spear thrown from the air, striking straight at the giant's forehead!

Hit on the head, Omga let out a painful roar, his crimson pupils locking onto the four prey who had narrowly escaped.

His instincts told him they were responsible, but a voice suddenly surged from the depths of his heart, whispering in his ear.

'Not them—'

'In your left front! You fool!'

The voice carried a hint of irritation.

Omga's movements halted abruptly. He raised his head and looked to his left front, seeing a figure draped in a black cloak standing there, expressionless.

In his hand was a slender magic wand, just over half a meter long, but the aura flowing on it instilled a deep-seated fear in his soul.

'Kill him!'

There was no need for the whisper to say more; he let out a low growl and swung his massive, clumsy palm again.

"Roar!!!"

The rancid stench of decaying blood accompanied the impact wave of the roar, about to touch the hem of that figure's robe but was gently deflected by an invisible airflow.

Following the giant's gaze, Yiye Zhiqu finally saw clearly who had come to their aid, and for a moment, he froze.

That is...

The Demon King?!

"Holy shi—" the Pig-headed Knight blurted out, eyes wide, staring at the Lord Demon King standing on the peak, leaving the entire Lizardman dumbfounded.

Why is the Demon King here?

Do NPCs need to level up too?!

Ignoring the four small players' astonishment, Luo Yan simply looked quietly at the muscular, crimson giant.

At the same moment the giant's enormous crimson pupils met his gaze, a faint smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

Finally noticed.

Killing demons by surprise causes experience points to decay, so he chose to appear in the opponent's sight while delivering the final blow.

This was absolutely not for show.

As the gigantic hand hurtled towards him, Luo Yan's expression did not change but his lips moved slightly, softly chanting an obscure spell.

"Netherworld·Whisper of the Dead!"

As the last syllable fell, the ground beneath the giant suddenly trembled violently, and dark green light spread from his soles.

The withered plains were painted the color of a graveyard, and withered hands climbed up his ankles, like tattoos etched on his skin.

In just a few breaths, a thick death aura entwined his lower body and permeated through his densely packed blood vessels.

"Roar—!"

Omga let out a painful howl, trying to break free from the shackles of the death aura, but ultimately, it was futile.

The crimson muscles withered under the corrosive death aura, and waxy pustules consistently burst.

The young Kao beasts parasitizing him screeched in unison, transforming into deformed corpses, the crimson glow in their eyes gradually replaced by the green glow marking them as undead, beginning to bite at the body that nurtured them.

Rip—!

The sound of flesh tearing apart crawled over Omga's body like bubbles popping continuously, his knees buckling under him heavily, and the hand reaching for Luo Yan lost its target, futilely slapping the mountain foot directly beneath him.

A colossal cloud of dust rose skyward, yet, upon touching the peak, it was pushed away by an invisible air wall, not even stirring the cloak behind Luo Yan.

That near distance was like an insurmountable chasm.

From afar, it seemed as if the once haughty giant knelt at his feet, offering up its soul with an outreached hand.

The whispering voice vanished, leaving Omga howling in despair, helplessly watching his consciousness dissolve into the surrounding dust.

Eventually, he ceased breathing, countless young Kao beasts bursting from the ruptured pustules in his skin like ants fleeing from an anthill.

Gazing at the epic battle, the soul fire flickering within Yiye Zhiqu's skull was filled with shock, like plankton watching a Kunpeng in the sky.

This is the power of the Lord Demon King...

Truly terrifyingly strong!

Fear mixed with a burning desire for power ignited within him!

He resolved to become stronger!

Meanwhile, standing atop the peak, Luo Yan retracted the magic wand he had pointed forward, as if marking the end of a performance.

"A creature similar to 'Gray Wind'..."

That abomination was stitched from a horde of Kao war beasts, its Soul Level wasn't high, but the sheer number was terrifying... much like the mother tree residing in the Maze of Thunder County.

Maybe a million, maybe ten million... he wasn't entirely sure, given that souls on Kao Planet were rather peculiar, akin to highly similar frequencies.

Unlike the creatures on the Aus Continent.

After countless millennia of slaughter, the souls here have become mere tools existing solely for carnage.

Perhaps in a few more millennia, they will evolve into a uniform consciousness, with not even a ripple of difference, becoming one with the "Seed of Creation" of the entire planet in the form of Chaos.

However, since the corruption of the Great Graveyard has spread here, they likely have no hope left.

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ID: Luo Yan

Race: Human

Soul Level: Diamond (Level Limit 130)

Level: LV.80 (+1)

Constitution: 45 (+1)

Strength: 26

Agility: 27

Intelligence: 179 (+2)

Spirit: 153 (+2)

]

Luo Yan opened his Attribute Panel to confirm. Unsurprisingly, his experience bar was once again full.

He had now reached the mid-stage of Gold Level!

At this rate, it might not be long before he reaches Platinum, at which point, whether in Hell or on the surface, he'll be formidable enough to fight.

Considering his soul is primarily upgraded through his own Power of Faith, and the Great Graveyard currently operates at 100% control efficiency, he even feels confident in fighting against Diamond Level powerhouses.

"How could there be such ugly monsters..." Taufu, trembling in Sarah's arms, wrapped its still-soft wings around its little head.

This little one had been following him to this planet for a week now but clearly hadn't yet adapted to the environment here.

Luo Yan brought this creature along just to let it earn some experience and become a capable mount sooner, thus ignoring its complaints.

Be grateful to earn experience, many players dream of such an opportunity, only to end up as bait.

By the way, this was the upgrade method Luo Yan had recently devised.

By leading players deep into the Nameless Wilderness through missions and then using the players' battles with the monsters to attract more powerful Chaos Servants.

If he judged he could win, he would decisively make his move.

This place, the "Flame of Destruction" Calmandes's backyard, always had Divine Chosens drawn by the godly slaughter, all he needed to do was wait.

This was much faster than leveling up by fighting small mobs!

"Sarah, get ready to find the next target." With the surrounding wind wall dissipated, Luo Yan turned his gaze to Sarah standing not far behind him.

Holding the young dragon, Sarah nodded slightly and respectfully replied.

"Yes, Lord Demon King."

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