A young man in China wields twin swords—one to sever souls, the other to slay evil. Though a bit lacking in morals, he’s not entirely beyond redemption.
With his half-demon heritage, he carve...
Fengling plans to use this journey to hone her skills.
The Dark Spirit Butler led him to the entrance to that otherworldly realm in Jinzhou Port and waved his hand.
The two entered the demon realm of Jinzhou Port; or rather, the demon realm appeared before them.
This other world is not much different from the real world. However, the black demonic energy swirling along the shore, the dilapidated ships, and the incomprehensible buildings on them already indicate that they have arrived in another world.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and the dilapidated ships were stained with blood.
If it were someone from the local statistics bureau, they would surely recognize that these ships were all vessels that had sailed out to sea and never returned.
Even before the demons appeared, Fengling already sensed that the demons in this other world were no pushovers!
A sea breeze swept by, and thick fog was blown in by the sea breeze, enveloping the beach.
The Dark Spirit Butler approached the wind chimes and said in a calm voice:
"Master, these people come with ill intentions. I will immediately have Tianya..."
"Need not."
The wind chimes interrupted him abruptly. He stretched his bones and said casually:
"I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time."
A red glow gradually appeared in the mist; it was a pair of scarlet eyes.
From all directions, countless pairs of eyes surrounded the wind chimes and the Dark Spirit Butler.
Another sea breeze blew by, the fog thickened, and more demons appeared...
The Dark Spirit Butler watched Feng Ling slowly walk away, then bowed to his retreating figure and said:
"Master, may your martial prowess be abundant!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fog in front of Fengling surged up a hundred meters high like a giant wave, and the pairs of eyes on the misty waves stared at him like death gods from the abyss.
With a smile playing on her lips, Feng Ling lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew towards the enormous wave of mist, her figure as insignificant as a mayfly trying to shake a giant tree.
He drew his knife, twirled it lightly in the air, the tip moving from top to bottom, simple and unadorned.