In an remote and unknown corner of China, As the air in the dimly lit hall grew heavy with tension, a sudden crack echoed through the silence. A portal, swirling with dark energy, burst open at the far end of the hall. Silhouetted against the ominous glow, five figures emerged, their forms twisted and contorted with demonic power.
In the center of the chaos, a young man named Hutton struggled against the grip of one of the demonic cultivators, his fear palpable in the dim light. Beside him, the middle-aged man named Bu Ling surged forward, his expression a mix of determination and concern.
"Release him!" Bu Ling’s voice echoed through the hall, cutting through the tension like a blade. With a fierce determination, he charged towards the demonic figures, his own energy crackling around him.
But the demonic cultivators were not easily deterred. With sinister grins, they tightened their grip on Hutton, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. As Bu Ling drew nearer, a wave of dark energy erupted from the demons, sending him stumbling back.
Yet, fueled by his resolve, Bu Ling pressed on, his determination unwavering. With each step, he drew closer to Hutton, his outstretched hand a beacon of hope in the shadowy hall.
’Who are these people and why are they after Hutton?’ Bu Ling thought with a worried look on his face. When he was in the ancient pagoda, he got a report from his juniors that there was a young man who might have inherited from the the owner of the ancient pagoda which obviously got him interested.
But later on he got another report that the same person who might have gotten the inheritance of the owner of the ancient pagoda almost got killed by his opponent right in front of his juniors which stunned him speechless at how stupid that person is.
But while he was marveling at how that person stupidity could be so high, one of the pagoda’s guardians which is Ling Feng suddenly told him that there is something big going on in the background for that person to attempt such act.
At that time he didn’t understand what Ling Feng said, but now he clearly understands what he meant by what he said.
’Whatever they plan on doing with Hutton, I won’t let that happen’ Bu Ling thought with a resolved look now on his face as he continued to chase after the five demonic cultivators.
As the five demonic cultivators darted through the dimly lit hall, their twisted laughter echoed off the stone walls. Hutton struggled in the grasp of one of them, his eyes wide with fear as he glanced over his shoulder.
’What the f*ck is holding me and where are they taking me to?’ Hutton thought with a frightened look on his face. Throughout his past life and his time in this life, he has not seen such a hideous and creepy looking creature not even once.
Behind them, Bu Ling, a determined middle-aged man with a fierce glint in his eyes, pursued them with unyielding resolve. His robes billowed behind him as he raced after the group, determination etched into every line of his face.
Their frantic footsteps echoed off the cold, stone floor as they reached the end of the hall. Before them loomed an ominous-looking altar, its surface etched with ancient runes glowing with an eerie light.
With a final burst of speed, the demonic cultivators dragged Hutton towards the altar, their malicious grins widening as they reached their destination. But Bu Ling was hot on their heels, his hand outstretched as he prepared to confront the dark forces that threatened his young charge.
Once Bu Ling went into corridor where the altar is located, he saw that the five demonic cultivators have finally stopped running as they surround the altar while Hutton being on it.
The five demonic cultivators encircled a sinister altar adorned with sinister symbols. Their twisted forms cast ominous shadows as they chanted in a dark tongue, their voices reverberating off the cold stone walls.At the heart of their ritual lay Hutton, a young cultivator, his body writhing in desperate resistance as the malevolent cultists restrained him upon the altar. His eyes pleaded for salvation as he fought against their sinister grasp.
Meanwhile, amidst the darkness, a determined figure named Bu Ling surged forward with unwavering resolve. His brow furrowed with determination, he pursued the demonic cultists with a sense of urgency, his steps echoing down the dimly lit corridor.As Bu Ling drew closer, his heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination, knowing that time was running short to save Hutton from the clutches of evil.
With every stride, he steeled himself for the confrontation ahead, prepared to face whatever dark forces stood in his way to rescue the young cultivator from a fate worse than death.
"Let him go" After crossing a considerable distance between him and the five demonic cultivators, Bu Ling suddenly exclaimed with a grim look on his face.
"Urgh, why haven’t any one of dispose ofthis annoying fly yet?" One of the demonic cultivators who apparently was holding Hutton suddenly asked in an eerily tone right after giving Bu Ling a quick glance.
This five demonic cultivators exuded an aura of darkness and malevolence, their appearances twisted and corrupted by the dark arts they practiced. Each of them bore features that spoke of their depravity and allegiance to the forces of evil.
The leader of the group stood tall and imposing, his face marred by cruel, angular features. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural intensity, burning with the fires of demonic power. A jagged scar cut across his cheek, a testament to the countless battles he had fought in service to his dark cause. His robes hung in tatters, adorned with ancient symbols of forbidden magic. He was also the one who held Hutton as he ran across the hall till he arrived at the altar along with the others.
Towering over the others, the brute among them possessed a hulking frame that seemed more beast than man. His muscles bulged beneath his dark robes, each sinewy limb a testament to his physical prowess. His face was twisted into a permanent snarl, revealing a mouth filled with sharpened teeth that glistened in the dim light.
A temptress draped in flowing silk, the seductress of the group exuded an aura of twisted beauty that masked her true nature. Her features were delicate and alluring, framed by cascading locks of midnight hair that danced around her shoulders like shadows. But beneath her facade lay a soul as black as night, her eyes gleaming with a hunger for power and control.
Clad in robes adorned with bone charms and fetishes, the shaman of the group wielded dark magic with a proficiency that bordered on the supernatural. His face was obscured by a hooded cowl, revealing only glimpses of his sunken eyes and twisted grin. His hands crackled with arcane energy, ready to unleash unholy wrath upon any who dared to oppose him.
Slipping through the shadows like a specter, the assassin among them moved with deadly grace and precision. His form was draped in a cloak of midnight black, blending seamlessly with the darkness that surrounded him. His eyes gleamed with a feral light, betraying the predatory instincts that drove him to hunt his prey with ruthless efficiency. Each step he took was silent and calculated, a silent harbinger of death in the midst of chaos.
With the combination of the powers between the five demonic cultivators, they could almost do the impossible.
"Forgive us leader. Let me handle it" The brute among them suddenly said with a deep and evil voice as he suddenly began to walk towards Bu Ling.
’What an oppressive demonic aura’ Bu Ling thought with a darkened look on his face as he stared at the demonic brute that is coming towards him.
"You will gravely regret following us to this place" The brute suddenly said with a wicked grin now on his face.
"And who is going to make me regret?" Bu Ling asked with a deep look on his face.
"Me of course" The demonic brute said as he suddenly moved.
Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m freewebnøvel.com.
In a clash of titans, the demonic brute cultivator and the middle-aged cultivator Bu Ling squared off in a dimly lit chamber, their energies crackling with anticipation. Bu Ling’s eyes narrowed with determination as he faced his imposing adversary, his hands poised in a defensive stance.
With a guttural roar, the brute charged forward with the force of a raging bull, his massive fists swinging with deadly intent. Bu Ling moved with lightning speed, attempting to evade the brute’s onslaught, but the sheer power behind each blow was overwhelming.
Bang!!
Crack!!
In less than a second, the brute’s fists crashed into Bu Ling with bone-shattering force, sending him hurtling across the chamber with a sickening thud. Bu Ling’s defenses crumbled before the brute’s relentless assault, leaving him sprawled on the ground, battered and defeated.
"Hmmnn" Bu Ling muttered in pain as he tries to take in the stinging pain that is coming from his chest.
But as Bu Ling struggled to rise, the brute loomed over him, his eyes ablaze with triumph. With a menacing grin, he raised his fist for the final blow, ready to deliver the coup de grâce to his fallen foe.
"You are too weak" The demonic brute said with a wicked grin now on his face as he prepares to pounding Bu Ling to death. But bwfore he could accomplish that, he suddenly heard a voice right behind me.
"How about fighting someone your own size"