CHAPTER 484: CHAPTER 78: THE SOUL BATTLEFIELD AND VICTOR’S CALL FOR HELP_1

「France.」

In an ominous subterranean crypt.

A sardonic smile curled Vincent’s lips as he gazed at the two twitching demon spawn before him.

Then, he reached out with his right hand.

His bandages now unwrapped, Vincent’s exposed right hand was covered in disgusting pustules. An extremely foul odor emanated from his body, so potent that even the subterranean rocks showed slight signs of weathering and corrosion.

With a mere thought from Vincent, the two twitching demon spawn corpses instantly dissolved into pus and blood. Then, strange wisps of energy flowed along his right hand and surged into his body.

The intense pain made Vincent howl...

After a long moment, as the pain gradually subsided, a vicious smile appeared on Vincent’s pale face.

"Akad... wait for me..."

Yanjing Assembly Site.

Roaring gunfire echoed continuously. Coupled with the Demon Fiends’ desperate attacks, the Yanjing battlefield, while not at a disadvantage, was certainly not in a superior position.

"Report to headquarters! Zone A needs reinforcements! Zone A needs reinforcements!"

Amidst the din of gunfire and battle, ten-year-old Zheng Ye, his face pale, gripped a massive gun disproportionate to his small frame. He watched the Demon Fiends surging from below, his slightly yellowed teeth chattering incessantly. Clearly, young Zheng Ye was not accustomed to such large-scale, bloody slaughter.

"Zheng Ye! Watch out!"

A warning from nearby snapped Zheng Ye back to his senses. As he looked up, a cyan wind blade was already shooting towards him.

It’s over...

Before Zheng Ye could make any move to dodge, a figure appeared directly in front of him.

RIP!

The sound of tearing fabric.

A figure, not particularly tall, appeared before Zheng Ye, shielding him by taking the incoming wind blade with his bare chest.

"Uncle Ye Nan..."

Zheng Ye stared at the bloody, mangled wound on Ye Nan’s chest, tears streaming down his face.

Pale-faced, Ye Nan first glanced at the Demon Fiend below that had unleashed the wind blade, then at the wound on his own chest. A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes...

Faced with this kind of injury... what expression am I supposed to make...

After a moment, finding no answer, Ye Nan turned and patted Zheng Ye on the head. "Pay attention."

Then, he picked up his gun again, aimed it at the enemies below, and resumed firing relentlessly.

The moment Ye Nan turned, Zheng Ye vaguely noticed that the bleeding from the wound on Ye Nan’s chest had stopped. At the same time, disgusting granulation tissue writhed and pushed outward.

Zheng Ye swallowed hard. He always felt that Uncle Ye Nan had changed ever since his disappearance for a day some time ago...

"So this is the Yanjing Assembly Site, humanity’s largest defensive stronghold."

Ray gazed at the massive Yanjing Assembly Site in the distance, his brow deeply furrowed.

Hearing Marcus’s grumbling, "How could a stronghold of this scale possibly withstand the onslaught of our great army? It would be a miracle if they could hold out for even a few years...," Ray’s brow furrowed further.

"It’s the Demon Tribe! Not *our* tribe! Still, the Eternal Sky City above looks somewhat formidable..."

"By the way, how many times has the Eternal Sky City appeared before us now?"

"The eighteenth, I believe. Or perhaps the nineteenth. I didn’t expect the Dominator to move so quickly. Judging by its current state, the Eternal Sky City has clearly undergone further repairs and reinforcements."

Ray trailed off, a sudden silence falling over him. After a long moment, he shook his head with a bitter smile.

It’s still useless... Even if the Eternal Sky City’s defenses were doubled, it couldn’t withstand the Demon Tribe’s assault. This mission is going to be incredibly difficult.

He glanced at Marcus’s grim expression, then grabbed his arm firmly.

"Let’s go. First, we’ll make a show of our strength. That section of the wall seems to have taken heavy casualties. We’ll clear out the Demon Fiends nearby, then smoothly integrate into the military. Using their promotion channels, we’ll work our way up to Lin Haifeng and Sequence Number 1."

Marcus nodded.

Eastern side of the Yanjing Assembly Site’s wall.

This was the defense zone assigned to the various large and small societies of the Yanjing Assembly Site’s outer city zone.

On the city wall, Wanping had already stripped off his shirt. The two ghost faces on his chest continuously spewed an Evil Spirit Swarm.

His tremendous power not only made the surrounding ’gangsters’ look at him askance but also deeply unsettled the military warriors assisting in the defense, who were wary of Wanping’s terrifying and bizarre strength.

Beside Wanping, a figure draped in a black robe stood quietly, occasionally unleashing a wave of scarlet Energy Fluctuations that instantly annihilated large groups of Demon Fiends in the distance.

"Lord Akad, how are the results?"

Akad, clad in his black robe, nodded lightly. He turned, first glancing at the two ghost faces on Wanping’s chest, then at the smiling Wanping. A flicker of wariness crossed his eyes.

This fellow is incredibly strong... He clearly possesses Sequence-level strength, yet he doesn’t vie for a Sequence title...

Thinking this, Akad spoke calmly, "The River of Death can Absorb the ’life’ from these Demon Fiends. Under these circumstances, the rate of acquiring ’life’ by killing Demon Fiends is much faster than by killing Humans."

"By the way, thank you for your contributions during this period. Rest assured, I will not forget your efforts..."