Chapter 113: Dark Night Demonization

Leng Tian was taken into the body of Judas and brought to the bottom of the pool. There were indeed several sea-eyes there, with openings two sizes smaller than a standard well. An adult’s body could not pass through; only a child might fit. Attempting to destroy the openings with brute force was entirely impossible.

It was not merely a matter of the small size; these sea-eyes were crafted from an incredibly hard dark iron and had been refined. Relying solely on the strength of Leng Tian and Judas, it was impossible to shake them, let alone widen the openings.

"Heh heh... let them play with those fierce beasts above!" Judas looked back toward the surface of the pool, then, with a wicked grin, dove into the sea-eye.

Ling Wushuang’s expression shifted. From the roar, he recognized it as coming from An Ye. He was astonished that the man had not died. Turning around instantly, he saw a disheveled figure radiating rolling demonic energy, holding a white sphere of mist in his hand.

"Demonic transformation?"

Ling Wushuang stared into An Ye’s pitch-black eyes, certain that he had not only undergone a demonic transformation but had also experienced a profound awakening within his bloodline. "Heh... surviving two types of law powers without dying—not only has his cultivation advanced greatly, but the demonic nature in his blood has been stimulated, forming a rudimentary demonic body. If given time to cultivate in seclusion, he will surely become a Great Demonic Being!"

An Ye, currently devoid of consciousness, reacted by instinct, throwing the cold mist sphere toward the nearest fierce beast. The seemingly light throw moved with the speed of a shooting star, precisely striking one of the beast’s thick legs.

The mist sphere shattered upon contact, instantly freezing the beast’s entire leg. A warrior wielding a crescent blade seized the opportunity, flashing forward to strike the frozen limb.

The warrior’s speed was lightning-fast, but the beast’s reaction was even quicker. Just as the blade swept across the leg, a fireball arrived behind the warrior. Sensing the intense heat, the warrior threw himself to the ground to dodge, but he had underestimated the beast’s cunning. The fireball detonated just as it hovered above him!

The scattering flames splashed over the warrior. Amidst a hissing sound, his protective aura was melted away like thin paper. As the flames touched his body, he felt piercing pain. Just as he intended to leap away to extinguish the fire, his resolve was shattered.

The beast’s massive tail swept across the ground, its sharp bone spurs piercing his body. He was lifted high into the air and caught in a gaping, blood-stained maw. With a flick of the tail, his body was torn in two. A rain of blood, mixed with pulverized internal organs, spilled onto the ground.

Though torn in two, the warrior did not die immediately. His upper body, held in the beast’s jaws, reached out a limp arm toward his companions in the distance. "Save... me... save me..." The arm fell weakly, and the last glimmer of life in his eyes was consumed by darkness.

"Roar..."

The demonized An Ye, holding the Jingmo sword, roared madly and lunged at the beast. A streak of black lightning crossed the short distance to the creature.

Ghostly, dreamlike afterimages of black sword light flickered across the beast’s body. An Ye transformed into a bolt of black lightning, darting across the plaza, targeting both beasts and humans alike.

The beast that had been gnawing on the warrior’s corpse was suddenly covered in dozens of narrow fissures after An Ye’s sword light passed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"The power after a demonic transformation is truly immense. This beast was powerful enough to have one foot in the Transcendent Realm, yet it was dismantled by An Ye in just a few strikes!"

As Ling Wushuang had anticipated, as the wounds spread, the beast’s body shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. A fire-red orb, the size of an adult’s head, slid out from the carcass, its surface surging with leaping flames, emitting heat that scorched the skin.

"The gods are truly gods. By using boundless divine power to transform monsters into fierce beasts infused with laws and planting 'Law Seeds' within them, they allow them to evolve to higher levels under specific conditions."

Ling Wushuang hailed from the mysterious Heaven’s Gate—the same place once visited by the Alliance Leader of the Blood-Swallowing Alliance. Their heritage was ancient, traceable to the primordial times, or even the origin of the world. With countless records in their archives, Ling Wushuang scoffed at the Divine Spring of Bi. As a member of Heaven’s Gate, he was accustomed to rare treasures; even divine law power was not considered a rarity to him.

"Still, this fire-type Law Seed is a good thing. Though it contains less than a third of the energy of a full law power, its utility is undeniable. It is a treasure that can help cultivators of Fire Yuan power elevate their cultivation!"

Ling Wushuang gestured into the void, drawing the red orb into his hand. He wore pure white gloves—not gauntlets like Wang Mang’s, but soft, elastic ones. Appearing ordinary, they shimmered with a faint white light, forcibly suppressing the flames released by the orb.

With a thought, he stored the red orb into his mustard-seed space. After this brief appearance, Ling Wushuang concealed his presence again and flew toward the plaza exit. Staying here held no meaning for him. As for killing An Ye, it was merely a whim of the moment; to kill him now would require paying a price.

Having come out of Heaven’s Gate for important matters, the Blood-Swallowing Alliance Leader and his subordinates were not part of his plan. The hunt for An Ye was just a passing fancy. Killing the current An Ye would not be easy; it would come at a significant cost.

Before leaving, Ling Wushuang glanced at the Divine Spring within the earth-yellow barrier and could not help but sneer. Leng Tian had not taken all of the spring water, likely leaving it for the two of them. Why were only those two here? Were the others not here for the spring?

He was referring to the group of experts who had arrived with Leng Tian. Among the current crowd, apart from Li Tianzheng and Wang Mang, they were all unfamiliar faces.

With a carefree laugh, Ling Wushuang walked out of the plaza and discovered dozens of people in the corridor, silently watching the battle.

"So they were all here, plotting their own schemes. But since the spring has been taken by Leng Tian, whoever is left will only be fighting over the scraps, leading to mutual destruction."

Ling Wushuang mocked them in his heart, passing over their heads without alerting anyone, and left Fenglan.

"Brother Yu, this beast is truly powerful; even those two cannot easily kill it! Look at that madman—with one strike, he dismantled a beast!"

Zhuang Jinlian leaned affectionately against Chen Yu, letting his large hand reach into her clothes to knead her treasures, occasionally letting out bone-melting moans.

"The power is only temporary. His demonic nature has awakened, causing his entire being to undergo a transformation, boosting his strength to a terrifying level. But once the transformation fades, he will become weak—a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!" Chen Yu kissed her delicate face and explained patiently.

Not far away, a group of experts watched them engaging in shameless acts in broad daylight. They frowned but said nothing, focusing on the fierce battle.

"Brother Li, the kid has undergone a demonic transformation. Let’s not entangle ourselves with him. Let’s find a way to break the barrier, take the spring, and leave this place!"

Li Tianzheng, while controlling his cyan bowl for defense, said with a gloomy expression, "I suspect the Divine Spring has already been taken."

"What? Are you certain, Brother Li?" Wang Mang’s expression shifted, though not drastically.

"I felt a familiar aura flicker and vanish earlier, and then the pool was sealed by two beasts using Earth-type laws!" Li Tianzheng turned to Wang Mang. "I will hold them off here; you go and check!"

"Very well..." Wang Mang replied, flashing out from the light of the cyan bowl and drifting into the air, cautiously approaching the pool.

Only three beasts remained in the plaza. Li Tianzheng and Wang Mang had killed one together, and the demonized An Ye had killed another. The last one was incredibly difficult to deal with, resisting even the demonized An Ye’s attacks.

Li Tianzheng released rune attacks toward the out-of-control An Ye. Each explosion forced An Ye back. After dozens of attacks, An Ye’s clothes were shredded, his bronze skin turned dark, and chaotic dark laws ravaged his body.

The beast, spewing wind blades, moved with such speed it left afterimages. An Ye roared and lunged, his fist colliding with the beast’s attack.

They separated instantly. The beast was pushed back, and An Ye retreated several meters, only stabilizing himself by driving his Jingmo sword into the ground.

Wang Mang, floating in the air, took advantage of the beasts being distracted and arrived above the pool. Looking into the stone trough, he saw less than half an inch of spring water left, and his expression changed drastically!

With his demonic energy flickering, he returned to Li Tianzheng’s side. "You were right, Brother Li. The spring was taken, but for some reason, they left a small amount behind!"

Li Tianzheng frowned and said firmly, "Under no circumstances can we allow the remaining spring water to be taken by others! Let this madman deal with the beast. We will join forces to eliminate the remaining two and seize the spring!"