496 People with similar appearances

Two people with similar appearances, seemingly passed down through generations, are indeed blood relatives. They wear eerie armor robes, red and green, with a vertical ghost eye that looks like the gates of hell.

The sword, with its gold and red hues, was crowned with a golden and jade beaded crown. Behind it, two teams of three men each stood on either side. In the distance, hurried marching figures, their red and black robes and helmets gleaming with cold weapons, followed hastily behind.

Yun, dressed in black, sensed something was amiss. He quickly returned to the formation and said, "Everyone, be careful."

As the grand formation was activated, blood energy surged into the sky, and a dense killing intent impacted the surroundings, affecting everything tangible and intangible, whether wild beasts, birds, or things rarely seen with the naked eye.

It was as hot as a furnace, the air was scorching, and the invisible matter, the blood and qi clashing, seemed like water droplets about to be evaporated.

The group of dozens of people following closely behind all resembled the Huai family patriarch, and were all men, with not a single woman among them. The last person was none other than the deceased Huai family patriarch, whose consciousness was somewhat blurred at the moment. Suddenly feeling the scorching heat around him, he couldn't help but scream.

The others did not blame them, and they all involuntarily changed their course, staying away from the blood-red, yet murderous army.

The City God of Huaijia came urgently. It is not good to interfere in human affairs, but if the Huai family's own descendants also die today, then the Huai family in Changzhou City will probably be difficult to preserve, and we ourselves will probably not be able to continue to survive.

If we burn down the City God Temple, smash the statues, and scatter the ashes, without incense offerings, how long can we survive?

The Huai family patriarch continued to struggle. By worshipping and venerating demons to gain power, he was gradually assimilated. The pure energy he painstakingly sought to obtain was like walking by the river; it was inevitable that he would get his shoes wet.

The Huai family head's eyes were filled with anxiety as he hissed, "Demon, leave at once!" In his hand was a strange snake claw sword, its red and green markings clearly extraordinary, and an unusual energy was humming within it, as if it were about to explode.

To strike with a glare or not to strike, he was torn. Behind him were three people with strikingly similar appearances, presumably juniors. At this moment, their expressions varied, with one white-haired old man's features unadorned.

His eyes were filled with pain, and his expression quickly hardened. He whispered, "Ancestor, Shan'er has fallen into demonic possession. He has absorbed too much demonic power and probably can't control himself anymore. His body is already made of copper and iron, impervious to swords and spears. He is exactly the kind of host that demons love."

"Ancestor, you should make a decision sooner rather than later. Besides Shan'er, the Huai family has other descendants. After this matter, we can proceed gradually. Moreover, now that the earth's veins are loosening, we can intervene to some extent..."

The rest of the conversation ended abruptly, needing no further explanation. If all else fails, the City God can intervene. However, with the earth's veins altered, the City God's influence is weakened and restricted. An unspeakable force is quietly changing the barriers of isolation, so other forms of intervention are also possible.

Suddenly, a voice, slowly adapting to each word, began to ring out: "Human, world, I, have, arrived. Haha." It was hoarse, harsh, and shrill, yet filled with boundless joy.

The Huai family's ancestor, the Benevolent Ancestor, with a human head and a snake's body, had been struggling and unwilling. But now his eyes turned cold and ruthless, filled only with a wanton desire for destruction, as if all other emotions had evaporated in an instant.

His gaze was high above, sweeping across the surroundings like frost on a winter night, cold and piercing, sending chills down one's spine. In his eyes, there was only the hunter's slaughter and devouring of his prey, and the joy of his arrival.

My body felt increasingly about to leave the ground, and the tall city walls around me began to crack. The nearby houses creaked and groaned, as if a tree was being torn apart.

Suddenly, the environment before everyone changed abruptly. It was no longer colorful, but dark and silent. Vision was obstructed, and the protective membrane that had surrounded the City God and his entourage suddenly disappeared. The distance between the two worlds vanished at this moment.

Yun Heiyi, Zhang Dazhuang, Lin Yi, and the others suddenly saw people appearing abruptly not far away. They were all neatly arranged and looked exactly alike. Their eyes were filled with surprise and contemplation. They channeled their true energy into their blades, determined to fight to the death today.

The City God and his entourage were also astonished. Suddenly, they witnessed soldiers and Lin Yi and his group, brimming with vitality. In that instant, the old rules seemed to have been completely shattered by the demon god before them. Their expressions were complex and wary.

The two sides remained silent, staring at each other and sizing each other up.

"It was them, they were the ones who killed me!" The best member of the group, the current head of the Huai family, suddenly became agitated, his face filled with resentment as he pointed at Yun Heiyi and the others with fear.

His face was full of resentment. He had once been ambitious and high above, looking down on the millions of people around Changzhou, enjoying fine wine and delicacies, cultivation resources, and he hadn't had enough.

Protected by my clan, they arrived in time to gather my soul. I am also a highly cultivated individual with a strong soul, which allowed me to withstand the strain and retain some memories. Although I am not completely annihilated, there are still many things in the mortal world that I cherish.

The head of the Huai family glared resentfully at Yun Heiyi and the others, wishing he could bite them to vent his anger, but he was also filled with fear. He didn't want to die again. His instincts told him that if he died again, even if he could live again, he would be mentally impaired and have no memory.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake violently, the demon's clothes tore apart, its scales turned red, and its body seemed to grow larger, with an irresistible muscular force tearing at the ground.

Centered on the demon, huge cracks spread out all around, houses collapsed with a roar, and stones, soil, and trees crumbled and slid down under the immense force.

Screams of terror filled the air as they fled in all directions, their cries echoing as they ran into the distance. The cold wind howled as they carried their children, wives, and children, hurrying onward.

"Son, hurry up and go. Don't worry about me. You can come back if there's no danger."

"Hurry up and leave! Don't hesitate! Our family line can't be broken!" The elderly couple, their bodies hunched over and their hair snow-white, shouted at their hesitant son and his family.

"Hurry up and leave. If there's no danger, you can come back. Hurry up and take good care of them, mother and children." The wife, seeing her hesitant son, also shouted angrily.

"Hurry up!"

Various sounds came from all directions: low sobs, red-eyed people. The elderly people left behind stood silently on the street, away from their houses, quietly awaiting their fate.

Looking at people who resemble me, my younger self, my younger, more naive self, and perhaps others like me who are still alive, I hope you are living even better lives.

It was as if his body had adapted to it, and he felt a strange pressure and rejection from the surroundings, making it difficult for him to fully utilize his skills.

He casually conjured an ice ball and tossed it at the crowd before him, where it instantly exploded into a rain of deadly swords.