Chapter 590 - Slaughtering the Enemy

Yang Qi was off on his own, slaughtering the enemy within their own ranks.

He was surrounded by a seemingly never-ending sea of vicious faces, a horde of Demonfolk, all of whom wanted to kill him. No matter how many he killed, more were there to replace them.

“Die!”

A squad of demon soldiers appeared. They had human heads, the torsos of wasps, and were the size of horses. Their wings buzzed as they flew forward and launched clouds of what appeared to be poisoned arrows.

They were actually poison stingers that were the product of these wasp-like demon-immortals’ cultivation and were capable of piercing through all sorts of defensive empyrean energy. In short, they were completely fatal.

Thankfully, Yang Qi had his God Legion Paradise.

Ping. Ping.

The stingers all shattered upon impact. Then Yang Qi unleashed the Hand of the One God.

RUMBLE!

Space shattered as if an ancient god had personally smashed it, and the wasp demons exploded. With a wave of his hand, Yang Qi collected their quintessence energy, souls, and demon cores, crumpling them down into a huge composite demon core which he then absorbed into his internal pellet.

In the shortest of moments, over ten thousand of the wasp demons were wiped out of existence.

POP!

Next, Yang Qi went on to a group of flying spider demons, all of whom were the size of mountains. As soon as they saw him, they released heaps of spider webs to try to bind him. The webbing was also the result of the demon magic they cultivated, and when used in a formation was something most ordinary people would find impossible to escape.

“Complete crap. I can’t believe you’re trying this move on me.”

He waved his hand and the God Legion Paradise appeared again, filled with King Heaven-Devourer’s talismans, which quickly devoured the spider web and sucked the spider demons in as well.

A moment later, they were refined into another demon core.

As of this moment, he had acquired four composite demon cores, one from the eagles, one from the snakes, one from the wasps, and one from the spiders.

It was almost as if the battle had turned into a contest to see how many demon cores Yang Qi could get.

Cores such as these would be incredibly useful, whether to work on his internal pellet, to craft magical treasures, or to form spell formations. The more of the essence of the Hanging Heaven he could build up, the more beneficial it would be toward his upcoming breakthrough.

After slaughtering the spider demons, a roar of rage echoed out, along with a string of magical symbols from a dhāraṇī incantation. This roar was no divine ability of the Demonfolk, but instead the function of an ancient spell formation designed to suppress wretch-devils, something created by some almighty figure from an ancient buddhist school.

The Lionfolk were considered divine and holy, the kings among all of the beasts. Long ago, members of the ancient Lionfolk had sat in leadership positions in the buddhist schools, which was why modern-day Lionfolk inherently had strange buddhist divine abilities at their disposal.

“Bamiḍala… Höng. Höng. Höng… Țuluo’duoluô, Yeshejué….”