With Ji Mo's shout, the earth shook and the mountains quaked.
The giant pit spewed out thick smoke ten thousand feet high, soaring straight into the sky.
Dark, inky demonic energy billowed like mist, engulfing everything in its path, plunging the space into darkness.
Ning Wenjing could feel the ground heaving, deafening roars echoing through the heavens and earth. Something was emerging from the depths of the ground.
In the darkness, two clusters of scarlet firelight ignited, like burning red lanterns, cold and terrifying.
They were unmistakably a pair of eyes, cold and merciless, gazing down upon the earth, their presence so dreadful it stole one's breath.
"What is this!"
A strong cultivator in the Mortal Immortal realm cried out, his voice laced with deep terror.
However, his voice abruptly ceased the next second, vanishing without a trace, clearly having met an unfortunate end.
A thick scent of blood permeated the air, accompanied by the chilling sound of chewing, painting a grim picture of the Mortal Immortal realm expert being hunted and even consumed.
"Stop playing tricks."
Wu Qian roared, and countless Ice Soul Silver Needles shot from his hand, targeting the direction of the eyes.
Crisp sounds rang out in succession. The silver needles clearly struck their mark, but they emitted a metallic clang, as if hitting metal.
It was hard to imagine how incredibly tough the body of this unknown creature was, seemingly impervious even to Wu Qian's attacks.
Screams erupted once more, indicating that more Mortal Immortal realm experts from the Ten Lakes Village had met a dire fate, falling victim to misfortune.
Yu Xiaohuan, naturally timid, trembled all over, wishing she could cling tightly to Ning Wenjing and bury her small head in her embrace.
Yet, she couldn't even see Ning Wenjing in the darkness. All she could do was cover her ears, crouch on the ground, and curl into a ball.
"What terrifying creature has Mr. Ji summoned, slaughtering Mortal Immortal realm experts like killing chickens and dogs?"
Those dozen or so cultivators from the Yu family were incredibly excited and thrilled. The Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants and that unknown creature had not attacked them, clearly indicating that Ji Mo was in control of everything and they were safe.
At this moment, they were also immensely curious, wanting to know what Ji Mo had conjured.
The Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants besieged the cultivators of the Ten Lakes Village, while the unknown creature hunted down the Mortal Immortal realm experts. Wu Qian's forces were rapidly diminishing.
Ji Mo's eyes widened, trying to pierce through the dense demonic energy to see the creature he had summoned.
Even its eyes were the size of a dinner plate; its volume must have been that of a behemoth.
The thought of being able to control such a colossal being made him so excited he wanted to laugh to the heavens.
With such a terrifying pet, wouldn't he be able to walk the world unchallenged in the future!
Ji Mo strained his eyes and finally saw some outlines, his expression immediately becoming somewhat astonished, filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"My eyes are playing tricks on me. It must be my eyes playing tricks. How could it be this clumsy fellow!"
For the first time, Ji Mo didn't trust his own eyes.
The scene he saw was utterly shocking. How could this thing appear here? It made no sense.
The dozen or so Mortal Immortal realm experts from the Ten Lakes Village had become lambs to the slaughter, utterly incapable of resistance, and were being ruthlessly hunted.
Wu Qian's face turned ashen with fear. He shouted, "I am Wu Qian, the young master of the Ten Lakes Village. If you dare to harm me, my clan's Mortal Immortal realm ninth-level ancestor will surely not let you go. If you are willing to spare my life, I will not pursue this matter."
To save his life, Wu Qian had no choice but to concede, simultaneously invoking the name of his clan's ancestor in an attempt to intimidate the other party.
However, the response he received was the sound of chewing, clearly indicating that his threat was completely ignored.
Boom!
A beam of brilliant divine light shot straight into the sky, transforming into a dazzling display of fireworks.
This was a distress signal, the urgent rescue signal of the Ten Lakes Village.
Wu Qian knew it was a matter of life and death and decisively sent out the distress signal for reinforcements.
The Flying Phoenix Ridge, Tongtian Pavilion, and other allied forces had a large number of experts within the ruins of the Human-Demon Ancient Battlefield. He hoped they would arrive in time to rescue them.
"Let's all attack it together, otherwise, we'll be picked off one by one, and no one will escape. As long as we hold on until reinforcements arrive, we will have a way to survive."
Wu Qian roared, rallying the remaining Mortal Immortal realm experts to attack.
Indeed, under the threat of death, these people finally fought desperately, disregarding everything.
They all unleashed their weapons, magical treasures, and performed their strongest divine abilities, manifesting various attacks.
This space was ravaged by energy, with runes constantly exploding, and the surging power almost tearing the void apart.
Ning Wenjing, terrified, buried her head in Ji Mo's embrace, clinging to him like an octopus, wishing she could merge into his body.
She could clearly sense the terrifying energy surging like a tidal wave, its residual power alone enough to easily tear an Emperor realm expert to shreds.
Yet, as this energy approached Ji Mo, it vanished without a trace, as if being devoured by something.
Hanging onto Ji Mo, she was incredibly safe, unharmed in the slightest.
The blood-red eyes in the darkness disappeared, replaced by an angry beastly roar. The unknown creature launched a counterattack.
Black and white light emanated from the dense fog, a wild and terrifying pressure sweeping in all directions. Several sharp, cold rays of light sliced through the heavens and earth, turning one Mortal Immortal realm expert after another into fragments that exploded.
Wu Qian was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body. He took out several life-saving treasures, conjured multiple layers of defensive shields around himself, and his body transformed into a rainbow of light, attempting to flee.
A furry paw reached out and swiped at him. The indestructible cold light easily broke through the multiple layers of defense.
Wu Qian let out a piercing scream, his body spraying a large amount of blood, but his body vanished from the spot, disappearing into the distance as a beam of light.
A slightly annoyed whimper sounded, clearly expressing dissatisfaction that prey had escaped its grasp.
Hearing this sound, Ji Mo's expression became even stranger. It was truly familiar.
After Wu Qian escaped, the remaining individuals lost all will to resist and were eventually annihilated one by one, perishing completely.
The experts of the Ten Lakes Village were wiped out, leaving not a single survivor.
"My little darling, come here to me."
Ji Mo was overcome with excitement, calling out incessantly.
A belching sound echoed from the darkness, and a round, black shadow rushed into the large pit, disappearing in an instant.
It was evident that the unknown creature was proud and unwilling to reveal itself to Ji Mo.
...
The depths of the Human-Demon Ancient Battlefield ruins.
A dilapidated ancient city.
In the center of the city, a colossal energy shield, shimmering with radiant colors, was inverted upon the ground.
This was the location of the Demon Realm Gate's seal.
At this moment, some of the runes flashing on the energy shield were gradually dimming, signifying the weakening of the seal's power.
It was estimated that it could only hold for about ten more years.
But in reality, this time would be shorter.
This was because, recently, a large number of forces with ulterior motives had infiltrated the ruins of the Human-Demon Ancient Battlefield, intending to break the seal and reopen the Demon Realm Gate.
Outside the seal stood a majestic middle-aged man, the patriarch of the Ning clan, Ning Yi.
Ning Yi's body was wrapped in bandages in several places, and crimson blood was continuously seeping through.
His face, chiseled as if by a knife, was filled with weariness. The intense battles of consecutive days, coupled with his constant injuries, were beginning to take their toll.
The number of Ning clan members defending the seal within the ancient city had dwindled to less than three hundred, and they were isolated and without aid. Yet, the enemies were endless, and they couldn't be killed off. He didn't know how much longer they could hold on.
But the Ning clan had guarded the seal for generations, their original intention unwavering for ten thousand years.
As long as the people remained, the city remained, and the seal remained, as long as there was a single person left in the Ning clan, they would continue to defend this place to the death.
"White Emperor, my Ning clan can barely hold on. Does the savior you prophesied truly exist?"
Ning Yi gazed up at the sky, his eyes slightly reddened.