Capítulo 783: Chapter 549: Pursued into the Forbidden Land

“Boom”

The heart of Copper Mountain.

With an explosive sound, several layers of powerful prohibitions were finally breached, and a heavy golden iron door collapsed with a roar, raising clouds of dust.

Then, the soldier armor filed in, stepping on the door one by one and rushing inside.

The golden armor split into two columns, rushing in with a hiss. With the surge of golden armor, Chen Yuan strode out from within, the divine light in his eyes brilliant as he looked inside.

At this moment, Chen Yuan had just cleared the Essence Flower, his whole body surging with blood like a sea, the entire person resembling a peerless divine weapon.

Inside the mountain’s heart, the space was vast, and a massive pavilion was built.

Inside, the dazzling glow of sunset filled the vast space, completely different from the fierce scenes of Copper Mountain, with treasure light, the scent of medicinal herbs, and the fragrance of books and ink blending together, “smelling” extremely good.

The interior was full of divine gold, earth treasure, scrolls…..

The Ninth Mountain’s elite golden armor rushed in, like bandits raiding a village, sweeping through with the wind, looting intensively.

They took what they could and set fire to what they couldn’t.

Leaving it for the demons is also harmful!

The radiant treasures inside were astonishing. Chen Yuan waved his large hand, and the Sky Flapping Sleeve flew out directly, absorbing wildly like a big bag.

Streams of light were sucked in from the pavilion above, akin to Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.

Once the timing was right, a blazing fire completely devoured the pavilion, sending forth billowing smoke.

After doing all this,

“Go!”

“Go!”

“Go!”

The troops returned to the top of Copper Mountain along the mountain path.

Looking down from the mountaintop, beacon fires rose in all directions, and wails filled the land as countless fleeing little demons retreated to the surroundings down the mountain.

“General!”

A golden armor soldier came forward and saluted Chen Yuan.

“General!”

“The brothers have slain over a thousand demons and collected ears, but many ran away. As per your earlier orders to not let the brothers scatter, we didn’t continue the pursuit.”

“What’s next?”

“The next stop!”

Chen Yuan stood in mid-air, watching the countless fleeing little demons scattering downwards and disappearing into the woods below, his eyes cold and piercing.

The news couldn’t be concealed for long, they were operating on a time margin, necessary to be quick, accurate, and ruthless, without any need for extensive strategies, given that the main forces of all the major Holy Clans were probably not present.

They were stealing from homes, needed to move fast and decisively, without bogging down in minutiae, destroying the ancestral lands of these Holy Clans, seizing their accumulated treasures, then moving to the next one.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity must be cherished well.

“Set out!”

“Head to Hunxi Mountain!”

Chen Yuan ordered, his spear pointing eastward.

Immediately, the wind howled, horses neighed, and iron hooves thundered, transforming into a torrent, flying banners floated eastward, descending the mountain.

Before leaving, Chen Yuan slapped his large hands a few times at the top of Copper Mountain, several streams of light drilling into the heart of the mountain, then he left in mid-air, shooting far away.

A few miles away, a thunderous and deafening explosion sounded.

Behind Chen Yuan, the top of the massive Copper Mountain erupted with a tremendous explosion, like a volcanic eruption.

Chen Yuan led the troops without looking back, advancing rapidly eastward, silencing the demons near Xiao Cishan collectively.

As Chen Yuan and his troops rapidly transitioned to the next demon mountain, elsewhere, heroes from all over stormed the Ancestor Mountain, naturally with some passing through Grave Mountain, arriving at another region.

There stood a giant black mountain, seemingly the remnants of a dead heavenly god, indescribably majestic and vast, impossible to see its height, its rugged body scarred with grotesque ravines, like the wounds of a deceased heavenly god. The black giant mountain stood silently, exuding an intimidating pressure, as if to deter all creatures daring to approach:

Above the giant mountain was a boundless sea of thunder, rolling dark clouds like boiling molten iron, silver lightning bolts tearing across the sky like fierce silver serpents. Each bolt of lightning struck with deafening thunder, shaking heaven and earth, with countless tiny electric arcs jumping and wandering between wave peaks and valleys.

And on the mountainside of this black giant mountain, ancient bronze cypress coffins were suspended.

These hanging coffins occasionally made movements, followed by screeching metal friction sounds.

It was the sound of coffin lids shifting.

Soon after, pairs of hands or demon claws reached out from the coffins, gripping the edges, creating a scene that looked sinister and eerie.

Subsequently, shadows rose from the coffins.

People who had passed through Ancestor Mountain and demons awoke from the coffins in a daze, realizing they were in an enclosed space, pushing hard with their hands to discover they were indeed inside a coffin.

With just a glimpse, they noticed the towering black giant mountain with no visible peak, feeling an unsettling sense of soul-deep unease and oppression.

Clearly, they had come to another space, different from the Ancestor Mountain they initially stormed.

But what both places shared in common was the ubiquity of coffins.

Feeling that eerie aura, this place was evidently more sinister!

The individuals who sat up from the coffins displayed cautious expressions and vigilant eyes, scrutinizing their surroundings.

All around was quiet, deathly silent, apart from the silhouettes within the coffins, there were no other signs of life, an icy and rusty smell pervading the air. Someone stood up from a coffin, stabbing their sword into the stone wall beside a coffin.

Stone chips fell, and as the color inside gradually changed, someone curiously ground the black stone powder smeared on the sword blade between two fingers, seeing an alarming dark red spread across their fingertips.

The rusty smell emanated from here.