Divine-level Base

Chapter 313 - 312: Entering

In the world of Spiritualists, the strong reign supreme. A single Top Level powerhouse could decide the outcome of a war. A Top Level Assassin like Xingchen, ranked third in the Assassin’s House, could single-handedly destroy an entire fully armed regiment if no other powerhouses were there to restrain him.

No matter how well-read Zhu Chenyu was, in a Spiritualist Noble Family like the Zhu Clan, she would never be given much importance.

"Shu Feng, have your subordinates close the doors! A great terror will appear after the black rain. Some of these terrors from the Void Demon Realm can devour even Divine Spirit Level powerhouses."

"The ’Void Demon Realm Travels’ by the Legendary Great Mage Mola mentions that he once formed a team with two other Legendary Mages, a Legendary Warrior, and a Legendary Archer. They infiltrated the Void Demon Realm, hoping to find a way to defeat the Void Demon Clan."

"After one such black rain, a great terror descended. Three members of their five-person team died, leaving only him and the Legendary Warrior alive."

"Through his explorations and by reading the classic texts of the Void Demon Realm, the Legendary Great Mage Mola discovered that if you encounter the Dark Demon Wind or the black rain, you must hide inside, close the doors, and ignore everything that happens outside. Only then is it possible to survive the great terror."

Zhu Chenyu watched the terrifying black rain outside, her gaze hardening as she spoke slowly.

Shu Feng said, "Close the door! Zhu Yi!"

"Yes, Sir!"

A Grandmaster formerly of the Zhu Clan flickered, appearing instantly at the doorway to shut the inn’s main door.

"Open the door! Open up, let me in! Let me in to get out of the rain! If you don’t open this door, I’m going to die!"

The inn’s main door had barely been shut when a series of tremendously loud knocks came from outside.

Zhu Chenyu said, "We need to secure all the doors and windows. Gather all the guests here, and don’t let them make a move! If they open a single door or window, we’ll all be in danger."

With a wave of his hand, Shu Feng summoned dozens of Blood Demon Clan warriors.

Shu Feng’s gaze turned cold as he commanded, "Sheng Xin, take some men and gather all the guests here. If anyone refuses to comply, eliminate them on the spot."

Fangfang’s face paled, but she didn’t dare say a word.

Fangfang’s husband, Wang Daniu, who was a bit of a simpleton, widened his eyes and roared, "Hey, what do you think you’re doing? This is our inn!"

"Shut up and behave, or I’ll cut your head off!"

A Residual Shadow flashed. Sheng Xin appeared before Wang Daniu like a phantom, pressing an incredibly sharp dagger to his neck, a murderous glint in his eyes.

In Sheng Xin’s eyes, an ordinary person like Wang Daniu was no different from an ant. If Shu Feng hadn’t been right there, he would have casually disposed of him long ago.

"Sir, my husband... he isn’t all there! Please, Sir, don’t hold it against him! Do as you please, do whatever you want, just please spare my husband’s life!"

Shu Feng said coldly, "That’s enough. Sheng Xin, get to it."

"Yes, Sir!"

Sheng Xin quickly led his men toward the second floor of the inn.

"You lot, each of you take a floor. Make sure every door and window in this building is shut tight! If anything goes wrong, I’ll have your heads! Now, go!"

Sheng Xin glanced at the five Grandmasters of the Zhu Clan—Zhu Yi through Zhu Wu—and commanded icily. He was obsequious, even fawning, in front of Shu Feng, but toward these five Grandmasters, he put on all the airs of a Spirit Venerable Realm Powerhouse.

"Yes, Sir!"

Zhu Yi and the other four responded coolly before quickly leading their people to their assigned floors.

’That shameless bastard Sheng Xin actually managed to win Shu Feng’s trust and be put in an important position. He’s nothing special! For my Zhu Clan to fall to the likes of him... it’s pathetic, just pathetic!’

On the ninth floor, Zhu Wu’s expression was grim. With a wave of his hand, he sent the Blood Demon Clan powerhouses to close the windows in each room.

BANG!

A Blood Demon Clan powerhouse kicked open the door to the last room on the ninth floor. He saw a man tumble wretchedly out of bed and jump straight out the window.

The Blood Demon Clan powerhouse grinned, guessing what had been going on. "What an idiot," he muttered. "I’m not a cop."

The Blood Demon Clan powerhouse strode over to the window, grabbed the frame, and was just about to shut it.

Suddenly, in a bizarre instant, the pouring black rain outside stopped.

A large, pale, rotting hand reached in through the window and seized the Blood Demon Clan powerhouse by the neck.

The Blood Demon Clan powerhouse’s face turned deathly pale. He was lifted into the air, and within a dozen breaths, all signs of life were gone.

Countless streams of bizarre energy poured from the rotting hand into the Blood Demon Clan powerhouse’s body. He then broke into a bizarre, horrifying smile and strode out of the room.

The moment the Blood Demon Clan powerhouse, now corrupted by the rotting hand, stepped out of the room, he walked toward Zhu Wu.

Zhu Wu looked on with an air of indifference, lost in his own thoughts and paying no mind to the approaching Blood Demon Clan powerhouse.

When the Blood Demon Clan powerhouse was two meters from Zhu Wu, its mouth suddenly gaped open. A pale, rotting hand shot out from within, lunging for Zhu Wu.

Only then did Zhu Wu’s Spiritual Sense stir, a chilling premonition of danger rising in his heart. A yellow Spiritual Membrane materialized around him, from which the faint shadow of a mountain emerged.

But the pale, rotting hand passed through Zhu Wu’s Spiritual Membrane with ease and, before his terrified eyes, seized his heart.

’How is this possible? How could someone pass through my Spiritual Membrane and attack me? How can this be possible?’

Terror and Despair flashed in Zhu Wu’s eyes. His mind reeled with disbelief, but he couldn’t even utter a sound.

Even the attacks of the bizarre Ghostly Void Demons would be blocked and weakened by a Spiritualist’s Spiritual Membrane. Zhu Wu had never encountered an attack this strange.

The next moment, a flood of rotting energy surged into Zhu Wu’s body. He shuddered slightly, and a horrifying smile spread across his face.

The body of the first corrupted Blood Demon Clan powerhouse crumbled to ash, inch by inch. A gray ray of light flew from the remains and entered Zhu Wu’s body.

Zhu Wu flexed his body, a bizarre smile on his face, and started walking toward another Blood Demon Clan powerhouse.

In the main hall, Shu Feng’s brow suddenly twitched. He said slowly, "Something got in."