The demon spread its wings and swooped down, charging towards a cultivator below. Its wings were enormous and powerful, leaving a sinister shadow in the air. The cultivator was stunned by the sudden demonic attack, unable to react in time.
The demon grinned maliciously and seized the cultivator's arms, its fingers covered in hard scales, clamping down on the cultivator's arms like iron pincers. The cultivator let out a scream, but his struggles were clearly no match for the demon's power.
With a forceful rip, the demon tore the cultivator's arms apart, blood gushing out. The cultivator's screams abruptly ceased, his body limp in the demon's grasp. Without a second thought, the demon tossed the cultivator aside, his corpse crashing to the ground, blood staining the surrounding earth crimson.
This happened incredibly fast; the rest of the crowd witnessed the entire process but were too late to stop it. The appearance of the demon and its horrific acts left them bewildered, as if a nightmare was unfolding.
Upon witnessing the demonic creature's brutality, fear gripped the crowd. They had never experienced such a terrifying threat, and the creature's ferocity and savagery seemed to originate from hell itself.
Among the crowd, a spirited young cultivator, sensing the terror in his companions, decided to step forward. He strode towards the demon, roaring, attempting to stop the horrific massacre. The young cultivator, driven by justice and filled with righteous indignation, would not stand idly by.
However, the demon's angry roar did not frighten him; instead, a mocking smile appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face. His red eyes revealed contempt and arrogance towards humanity. In his eyes, these mortals were nothing but ants, utterly insignificant.
The young cultivator's roar was like a gentle breeze, posing no threat to the demon. He casually raised his arm and easily knocked the boy back, causing him to fall to the ground, unable to stand for a moment.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes. He was the only one who could clearly see the true strength of the demons. To other cultivators, these demons might just be terrifying nightmares, but Qin Ze knew that this nightmare was real. The demons' strength far exceeded that of human cultivators, possessing the power of a terrestrial immortal—a being that could not be underestimated.
Just as everyone was facing a demon, another disturbance came from the void passage. One after another, demons poured out of the void passage like dumplings being dropped into a pot. As they appeared, they let out a long, chilling howl, as if proclaiming their rule and majesty.
The demons stared greedily at the human cultivators below, like a pack of hungry beasts eyeing their prey. Their eyes gleamed with cold cruelty, as if filled with an endless bloodlust for humanity. Their faces were distorted; the demons lacked human features, instead being composed of numerous bizarre characteristics.
One of the demons had crimson skin, as hot and terrifying as molten lava. Its mouth was open, revealing sharp teeth, as if it were ready to tear humans to shreds at any moment. The other demon had jet-black skin covered in hard scales, resembling a creature from hell, exuding an aura of evil.
The demons were in no hurry to attack; they reveled in the fear and unease of this moment, as if savoring the helplessness of these human cultivators. They knew they possessed absolute superiority, and no one could escape their control.
A demon with crimson skin raised its claws, pointed at the cultivators below, and hissed, "Look at that young fellow, he looks frail, he'll definitely be a delicious meal."
Another demon, its skin as black as night, growled in response, "Don't forget that old man; his aura is strong, and he might be even more delicious!"
A demon with a pair of demon horns on its head coldly laughed, "You are all wrong. I think those female cultivators are the most delicious. Their souls must be even sweeter."
The demons began to argue, debating which human looked more delicious. Their conversation was filled with mockery and ridicule, as if they were discussing a sumptuous dinner.
A demon with sharp teeth laughed, "In any case, we have plenty of time to enjoy this feast. These human cultivators are destined to be devoured by us, and their resistance will only excite us more."
Another demon grinned and said, "That's right, let's savor this moment. Their fears and nightmares will become our feast."
Another demon, holding a bone, pounded its palm against the ground, its hoarse voice booming, "Stop arguing, all of you. This feast was my idea. I've heard that human hearts are the most delicious, especially the hearts of cultivators."
A gaunt demon suddenly interjected, "However, they will put up some resistance, so we can't be careless. I suggest we start with that old man; he looks the most threatening."
The demons began a heated discussion about how to divide up the human cultivators, each demon eagerly anticipating this bloody feast.
One of the black-winged demons couldn't help but stick out its tongue: "Can you smell it? That's the alluring scent of their flesh and blood. I can't wait any longer."
Another demon laughed loudly: "This time, we must devour them completely, leaving not a single scrap!"
The demons' bloodthirsty cheers echoed through the void passage, as if welcoming a grand celebration. They pounced on the human cultivators like hungry wolves on their prey, driven by endless greed and desire.
The faces of the human cultivators instantly turned pale, their once confident gazes now filled with fear and helplessness. Faced with this powerful pressure, they felt an irresistible force.
A young cultivator gritted his teeth and tried to withstand the attack of a demon, but the demon's power was far beyond his imagination. He felt as if his body had been struck by a tremendous force, and a mouthful of blood gushed out instantly.
Seeing this, another cultivator quickly summoned his magic weapon in an attempt to stop the demon's attack. However, the demon easily tore his magic weapon to shreds and instantly sent him flying.
Fear spread among the human cultivators. They wanted to retreat and escape this nightmarish situation, but under the immense pressure from the demons, they felt there was nowhere to run.
Amidst the bloodshed and carnage, the resistance of the human cultivators grew increasingly futile, their figures appearing as fragile as paper under the demons' fierce attacks.
The demons fought fiercely over each target, their eyes filled with savagery and bloodlust, as if searching for the most delicious piece of meat. Their claws and teeth tore relentlessly, creating a gruesome and bloody scene.
The shouts of the human cultivators echoed throughout the battlefield, but faced with this overwhelming power, their voices gradually faded into the sky.
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