Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 560 - 484 Gluttonous Feast_2

Chapter 560: Chapter 484 Gluttonous Feast_2

Chapter 560 -484 Gluttonous Feast_2

He directly chose three corpses of the Golden Patterned Turtle Demons and poured their essence into Wu Jun’s body.

In an instant, the golden patterns on the other’s body flared up once again.

Although he did not break through to the twelfth level of Return to Void, the enhancement was visibly significant.

…

The Monster Soldiers responsible for patrolling the Dragon Descendants Hall enjoyed an extremely high status within the aquatic domain.

Nearly no one dared to provoke them, and they received countless tributes until their hands were full.

Moreover, with various arrays covering most of the water territory outside the hall, even patrolling was merely a formality.

It was only today that an order came from the hall to transfer all the Monster Generals above the sixth level of Return to Void.

Only then did they take their responsibilities a bit more seriously.

If anything went wrong at such a time, they were likely to lose their heads to the Dragon Descendants.

With this thought in mind, they took out the conch shells and began to report the situation here as usual.

Just at the moment when they were activating the conch shells.

The Monster Soldiers felt a wave of coldness sweeping over their heads.

Then they lost consciousness.

The clear waves churned without a trace of blood; three figures rapidly headed towards another location.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 826,000 years]

The same scenario occurred repeatedly around the Dragon Descendants Hall.

Those elusive figures, akin to uncatchable ghosts, ignored the scrutiny of the formations and, right in front of the Dragon Descendants Hall, wantonly reaped the lives of the Aquatic Race.

Such an audacious act had probably not been seen in tens of thousands of years.

Entering their territory was like entering a land with no one else around!

It was not until the fourth team of Monster Soldiers vanished on the spot.

“Damn it, has everyone fucking fallen asleep?!”

A Golden Patterned Turtle Demon wielding a conch shell cussed as it did this, yet an intense unease welled up within it.

It finally displayed some of the qualities expected of the Turtle Clan’s military.

“Generals! Reinforce the Dragon Descendants Hall!”

Those like the Sea Python Dao Hai, who were only at the eighth level of Return to Void, could merely be addressed as Generals. Only those comparable to a completed Return to Void, capable of independently garrisoning an area, deserved the title of Great General.

Before the voice even died away, a golden-glowing arm ruthlessly shattered its body.

In front of the incredulous eyes of the Monster Soldier.

Wu Jun’s facial scars twisted, clearly annoyed by being too late, even a step behind.

He looked up.

Amid the rippling water, a figure in an Ink Robe stood before him, with no sign of life around him, as corpse after corpse was drawn into his Finger Ring.

On that pale face, however, there was little sense of loss.

Shen Yi took it easy; whatever he could get was a bonus.

Moreover, it would certainly take some time for that group of Generals to rush back.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 2,107,000 years]

An entire five teams, making up half of the Turtle Clan’s Monster Soldiers, were exchanged for such a rich lifespan.

“How long will it take for the nearest Great General of the Turtle Clan to get back?” he asked Wu Jun.

“The closest one… about the time it takes an incense stick to burn.” Wu Jun calculated the time carefully, as half a commander of the Turtle Clan, he was well-acquainted with the locations of those Generals.

“We can still harvest another wave.”

Shen Yi nodded slightly, channeling all the corpses of the Golden Patterned Turtle Demons into Wu Jun’s body.

With the full support of these brothers,

Even the pupils in Wu Jun’s eyes began to exude strange golden patterns.

His aura surged dramatically!

But conversely, his consciousness became somewhat sluggish.

This was a sign that the Demon Soul was insufficient to support the Town Stone.

After five consecutive enhancements, his Cultivation was lifted to the twelfth level of Return to Void, and he was even just one step away from reaching the complete Boundary level.

“We can still harvest one more wave…”

Ke Shisan couldn’t help feeling a bit strange when he heard this but then looked enviously at Wu Jun.

At this point, the intensity of the other’s bloodline made even Ke Shisan, a half-blooded Dragon Descendant, slightly apprehensive.

It wasn’t only the Turtle Clan that had brothers.

He also had many Dragon Descendant brothers, so why did that bastard Wu get all the good fortune?

“My lord! This way, please!”

Wu Jun was still not accustomed to his drastically enhanced power.

Once he regained his senses, he hurriedly began to lead the way to the next squad of Monster Soldiers.

However, when Wu Jun led Shen Yi and Ke Shisan to the location, he paused for a moment, only to see the empty waters around him, devoid of any Monster Soldiers.

Such a quick response?

That shouldn’t be the case; the weakest among the three had Cultivation at the ninth level of Return to Void, and with full implementation of the Teleportation Technique, they were beyond the reach of a group of mid-phase Return to Void demons.

“Which lifeless thief dares to compete with my lord for loot?”

Ke Shisan, after so long observing and learning, had finally grasped some skills in flattery and shouted angrily.

“…”

Shen Yi silently glanced at him, then raised his eyes to look upward.

Wu Jun made the same action.

Through the rippling water surface, a hunched silhouette could vaguely be seen standing above the waters.

That Ke Shisan was completely unaware, the gap between their realms had become so terrifyingly wide that it was nearly insurmountable.

Return to Void, the twelfth layer! In other words, this was a Demon that had walked to the very end of the Return to Void path.

“My lord, I really didn’t expect… They are outside.”

The Great Generals of the Turtle Army, tasked with guarding various waters, were not in the water but had headed to land instead.

Even though they were aware that the Hall of Dragon Descendants might be planning something.

But Wu Jun, having lived for so many years, had never seen such a strange situation before.

What on earth was Ke Shisan trying to do to cause such a commotion?!

Those Great Generals of the Turtle Army were indeed the adversary’s most precious foundation, as well as the basic plate that maintained their control over the domain; they were not to be mobilized lightly.

“Let’s go.”

Shen Yi did not hesitate in the slightest.

Even though he was eighty percent sure he could take down the Great Demon before him.

He still resolutely chose to give up.

Now, even a fool could see that something was wrong.

He had merely intended to harvest some Demon life spans, but it seemed he had inadvertently waded into muddy waters.

Under the command of Shen Yi’s mind.

Wu Jun made a resolute move, leaping out of the water towards the hunched old man and bellowed, “Third Uncle, die for this venerable one!”

Shen Yi and Ke Shisan split up, each fleeing in different directions!

The Ukuang Flying Sword suddenly descended under his feet, streaking towards the clouds at an imperceptible speed, heading for the distant mountains.

“…”

The hunched old man watched Wu Jun expressionlessly.

He pushed out a thunderous palm.

The clash between the two Great Demons seemed simple and brutal, but this was the customary probing method of demons. Who was stronger and who was weaker depended mostly on the physique, which accounted for at least seventy percent of the factors.

At the moment their fists and palms made contact.

The entire water area roiled under the aftermath, suddenly rolling back as if two waterfalls reaching up to the skies had collided!

Boom—

At Return to Void twelfth layer, a mere move could already cause the heavens and the earth to change color.

“Cough.”

The hunched old man stumbled back several steps.

“Tsk.”

Wu Jun was surprised as he looked at his own fist.

Wow, so this old geezer isn’t all that great after all.

Both of the same clan, with bloodline Divine Skills similar, the contest relied on raw strength and experience; there were few other variables.

If there were a bit more time, he would certainly be able to bring back a head for his master.

“You are no longer a living being.”

The old man looked up and suddenly let out a long breath, even if this stone puppet appeared alive and even seemed to retain memories.

The golden patterns on the opponent’s body resembled that of the Jin Stripe Turtle Clan, a prodigious figure who appeared but once in a hundred thousand years within the clan.

But in the end, it was just a fake created by someone else’s methods.

Thinking of this, the old man took out a conch shell, “No need to entangle with a lifeless thing. Stop that Ink Robe cultivator. If I’m not mistaken, he must be the Sect Master of Nanyang.”

As the words fell.

Wu Jun suddenly felt the presence of two equally terrifying energies appearing nearby, which immediately pursued in the direction his master had left.

This is bad…

Could it be that this group of Turtle Army Great Generals really all left their waters?

He gathered his focus and threw another punch, his body’s golden patterns detaching and seemingly transforming into a massive golden turtle.

His momentum surged to its peak!

“…”

The hunched old man watched the stone puppet unleash the bloodline Divine Skill of the Jin Stripe Turtle Clan.

In his murky eyes, a trace of complexity finally emerged.

Amidst the fear, there was sorrow.

What kind of method could create a puppet that could even inherit Divine Skills?

Having lived for so many years and even seen Immortals, the old man had never seen such profound techniques.

He likewise brought forth golden patterns, but compared to Wu Jun’s, they looked significantly weaker and dimmer.

A head-on clash was out of the question.

The old man chose to dodge to the side, taking the opportunity to draw a large knife and look for the other’s weak spot.

But Wu Jun seemed to have anticipated this move, immediately taking the chance to escape cleanly towards the distant Ink Robe youth.

He had no intention of entangling in combat.

The hunched old man watched in silence.

Desperate to protect the master.

Just from this action alone, it was proof that Wu Jun was indeed dead.

A cold wave of killing intent spread in his eyes.

This was just right; he wouldn’t have to hold back when they fought later.

This group of terrifying beings that could stir up trouble in Nan Hong with a mere stomp was now converging in the same direction.