As the black mist dissipated, Pei Yan returned to his human form, stretching his arms and exhaling a long breath into the sky. Behind him, three dull thuds sounded, as three lifeless bodies fell from the heavens and plunged into the magma beside him.
"Whew! The so-called effect of the pure-blood Demon Race is indeed different. It's at least a hundred times smoother to activate the Demon Race Law than before!" Pei Yan looked at his hands, recalling the process of the struggle when consuming the life force of three Hell Beasts in battle, with the Death Power and the opponent's Origin Law of the Demon Race operating effortlessly, without the previous feeling of discord and stagnation in the energy source during the fight.
Just as Pei Yan was savoring more mysterious aspects of this new body, a series of bizarre voices suddenly echoed around him. Pei Yan shifted his attention back to the scene, clearly noticing that his recent display of slaying four monsters had intimidated the beasts present. They no longer showed the desire to rush him en masse but were unwilling to leave, surrounding Pei Yan at a distance, with some occasionally raising their heads and howling towards the sky.
Listening to this rhythmic sequence of sounds, Pei Yan recognized it as the ancient Demon Race language, not uttered by throats, but by a method similar to how Flamel vibrated the air to generate sound. From this, it was evident that there was a highly intelligent race among the Hell Beasts, though he couldn't tell which beast was responsible.
"Damn Demon brat, has your Demon Race fallen to such a level that you can't even understand ancient Asura language when entering here? It seems your complacency has lasted so long that even your heritage has been severed." Seeing Pei Yan unresponsive to the call, the air shifted into another tone, conversing with him in the current Demon Race language.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yan didn't get angry, for he was not a Demon. First, he remembered his primary purpose for coming here, took out the map linked to the Hellbreak from his space ring, and, after inputting Source Energy, watched as the map emitted a faint light and struggled towards the east. He determined the general location of his target. After completing this, he leisurely put the map back into the ring and slowly opened his mouth, saying, "I am always reasonable. As a bunch of defeated fools trapped here as prisoners, it is understandable to bark like stray dogs after seeing your enemies! I've got my own matters to attend to in this world! If you truly have even a sliver of your ancestors' blood and spirit left in you, then strike! Oh, and if you're too weak, don't bother; I have no time to waste on trash."
Pei Yan, with head held high, contemptuously taunting the world, immediately infuriated the surrounding beasts. These creatures were exiled for their love of slaughter and unruliness. They were temporarily halted by his aura, trying to figure out his origins before fighting again. Yet, unexpectedly, the youngster encircled was even more arrogant than they were, which they couldn't tolerate. Instantly, a Hell Beast couldn't repress its impulse and rushed out from the crowd.
Facing this strange giant tiger with hairless wrinkled skin leaping from the beast pack, Pei Yan put away his longblade, loosened up his shoulders, and leaped to meet it.
Boom! The man and beast clashed in mid-air. As the giant beast fell, the earth trembled. With just one punch imbued with Resonance Power, he easily penetrated the thick muscles of the strange tiger, shattering its skull. As the beast lay on the ground, blood streaming from the seven apertures, it uttered its final wails. The violent energy accumulated within Pei Yan after entering the Ghost Realm was fully ignited at this moment. Standing on top of the beast's corpse, he flicked the blood off his fist and, with a sinister smile, motioned to the surrounding beasts, saying, "Come! Let me see if you are as strong as the legends claim!"
No sooner had the words fallen, than the Hell Beasts raised their heads and roared. Over a hundred massive beasts howled as they rushed forward together. Unperturbed, Pei Yan charged into the beast pack, unleashing havoc with all his might.
While Pei Yan was fighting to the death with the Hell Beasts, his companions were also undergoing equally dangerous and tough special training. The five newly born Children of Origin, including Pei Jin, chosen by Lin Junzhao, were currently engaged in fierce battles with swarming enemies in a separate space. The main purpose was to enhance their personal strength, thus they were not allowed to support each other but were assigned to different areas to fight for survival as fate would have it.
Unlike the combat training of the other four Children of Origin, Ye Ruozai, who lay prostrate in front of Lin Junzhao, who had condensed into a physical form, was receiving special treatment and was called out by name for one-on-one special training by Lin Junzhao.
"Ah! Are you done already? You really disappoint me!" Lin Junzhao sat cross-legged and hovering, supporting her cheek with one hand, watching Ye Ruozai struggle to stand but stumbling once again. With a sigh, she said, "To set up this special training, I've used almost all my hidden resources and paid a huge price to get you such an array from Lin Junzhao and that old dog. Do you know how much effort it took just to craft this training space in the shortest time, and gather opponents from two major planes to enhance your combat power? Not to mention the Divine Artifacts used on you, which almost exhausted the foundations accumulated by the Stone Plane. If this fails, aside from having trained a bunch of high-combat-potential geniuses for your Investigation Hall, I would be deeply in debt!"
At this point, Lin Junzhao floated down before Ye Ruozai, crouched, and playfully poked Ye Ruozai's long hair, continuing to provoke with words, "Especially you, I've invested all the resources initially meant for Pei Yan onto you, forcing that kid to go to the Hell Plane to boost his power. Of course, if he succeeds, his gains there will far exceed yours, but if he fails, you might never see your good friend again! After all, there is only one so kind-hearted as I am in this world, unlike that scumbag who leaves affection everywhere and fancies himself a god. He wouldn't be as gentle in mentoring his disciples as I am!"
"Heh heh heh!" Ye Ruozai, collapsed like a heap of mud on the ground, emitted a muffled cold laugh—Lin Junzhao being gentle? This might be the funniest joke Ye Ruozai had heard all year. Under the multiplied soul and body pressure, Ye Ruozai's suffering was no less than what Pei Yan endured through the bitterness in the Ghost Realm. Although there was no mental torment or stimulation, the soul and body were constantly on the brink of collapse and repair.
Ye Ruozai had no energy to retort Lin Junzhao's mockery, as merely maintaining his body from being ripped apart consumed all his spirit, and Lin Junzhao required him to battle her in such a physical state!
