Chapter 597: Chapter 549: Ancient City Illusion

In the forest land, the outline of an ancient city could faintly be seen.

At that time, the firelight fiercely illuminated the long night sky, with a hint of a waning moon hanging on the horizon.

The territory of the forest was vast, but Baili An crossed through this ancient forest in a very short time and soon arrived beneath the city hidden within.

On the city walls, the long green stone steps were stained with fresh, yet undried blood.

The thick wind tore the flags on the long spears throughout the fields violently, the city gate was miserably destroyed, and blood stretched from the end of the main street into the forest.

Although this was all an illusion, the aura of blood permeating the air was incredibly real. With a thunderous roar, lightning struck the sky, and a heavy night rain poured, weeping as it washed over the city.

Clearly, this city had long been badly damaged.

Baili An tread through puddles of blood and entered the city, where countless Enchanting Demons with wings as thin as cicada’s lay dying in pools of blood.

Throughout the city were invaders from various Demon clans, the most frequent and powerful of which were the Hook Snake Clan, with both men and women having human bodies and snake tails wreaking havoc.

Baili An remembered that the Hook Snake Clan was one of the fiercest in the Demon World and had also been very active in the Mortal World.

The Immortal Sect’s records stated that Hook Snakes were aggressively belligerent, highly poisonous, and a great calamity.

However, many years ago for unknown reasons, the entire Hook Snake Clan was exterminated within the territories of the Demon World. Now, only a few remnants of the Hook Snake Clan struggled to survive in dangerous mudlands of the Mortal World and dared not show themselves.

At present, the scenario of the Hook Snake Clan being so rampant in the Beiyuan Forest and mercilessly killing and capturing members of the Enchanting Demon Clan was clearly a chronological error.

In this era, the Enchanting Demon Clan was neither weak nor small in number; there were countless species in the Demon World, and the Enchanting Demons comprised one-third of the enormous population. Under the protection of Divine Origin, the strength of the Enchanting Demon Clan was flourishing day by day, and other Demons dared not rashly attack.

However, at this moment, the Enchanting Demons he saw in this city were extremely frail.

Although they possessed Spiritual Bodies and their physical constitutions could compare to Immortals in terms of Spiritual Power, their combat abilities were very low. Three Enchanting Demons together couldn’t even defeat a Hook Snake that had just reached adulthood.

Therefore, in the eyes of those Demons, they were nothing more than nourishment for cultivation, abundant in Spiritual Power but incapable of self-defense.

This was a city in the Beiyuan Forest, where Enchanting Demons resided.

Like a flock of sheep without tusks, invaded by wild beasts. In the raging fires that burned the city, Baili An witnessed those greedy Demons looting, killing, feasting, and harvesting in a primitive, brutal, and cruel manner.

The ancient city, similar to those in the mortal world, had its roofs sheltering from wind and rain burned down, and its walls toppled. The flags were swept into the raging fires.

All order, propriety, and rules had been broken, leaving only rotten desires and indelible beastliness.

Male Enchanting Demons were dismembered and killed, their skeletons collected as precious materials for Artifact Refining.

Female Enchanting Demons had their Spiritual Power completely harvested, eventually turning cold and rotting in pools of blood like withering flowers.

However, those top-grade Enchanting Demons with outstanding appearances and Spiritual Power were not treated so directly and brutally.

Although these invaders were barbaric and cruel, they also knew not to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs, draining the pond to catch all the fish.

A small fraction of the finest quality Enchanting Demons were treated like goods, divided into exact portions and locked in prison carts, distributed among Demons from all directions.

The Enchanting Demon Clan, abundant in Spiritual Power, if extinguished, would mean that these Demons’ offspring would struggle to taste the delicious nourishment of Enchanting Demons.

The last surviving Enchanting Demons, who were not subjected to inhuman treatment, were used as breeding livestock.

Terrifying Demon Beasts pulled huge prison carts, separated by cold iron cages, where separated family members of Enchanting Demons gazed at each other, their hollow and numb eyes no longer showing any signs of despair or terror.

Occasional low sobs ceased after several harsh lashes, and they quieted down.

Outside the prison cart, there was a wild celebration.

Inside the prison, there was deadly silence.

The scene before him was like two worlds split by light and darkness.

Ning Feiyan was right, the Demon World had always been a place where the strong prey on the weak.

In this battle, the Hook Snakes were the most powerful Demon clan, and naturally, their leader received the most and the finest Enchanting Demons.

The wheels rolled over, crossing the long ancient street, and crushed stones cracked under their weight in the desolate forest.

The homeland of the Hook Snakes was extremely far from the depths of Beiyuan, with a massive army pressing many prisoners, the return journey was naturally not swift.

Baili An followed this troop from behind, invisible and untouchable to anyone in this illusion.

And he needed to decode this illusion and return to reality.

Deep into the night, the forest was quiet, and the campfire dim.

A sharp scream tore through the tranquil calm.

Baili An looked towards the source of the noise, his gaze involuntarily trembling.

A young girl, holding a notched Short dagger, stood under the mottled moonlight that seeped through the treetops, dressed in a knee-length dirty gray skirt. Her slender, frail legs were frozen pale in the cold night, and blood pearls drip continuously from the short blade in her hand.

Expressionless, she watched as a Hook Snake male Demon with wide crimson eyes, whose trachea had been slit and beyond saving yet lingered in life, slowly fell unwillingly.

The girl’s eyes, unlike the hollow and numb gaze of other Enchanting Demons, were clear and distinct, reflecting light and fire, yet appeared exceedingly cold and cruel.

The resting Hook Snake Demons were stunned for a long time before they realized what had happened.