Chapter 152: Apocalyptic Scene
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As the old saying goes—when the sky falls, it’s the tall ones who hold it up.
Right now, Chen Fei was the “tall one” here.
Faced with everyone’s anxious stares, Chen Fei frowned slightly. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation. What could he possibly do?
If Su Han were here, maybe she could come up with something. Unfortunately, she hadn’t appeared, and that made him feel a vague sense of unease. But it was already too late—he could no longer return to the secret realm.
Seeing Chen Fei remain silent, disappointment spread across the faces of those around him.
As the powerful cultivators exited the secret realm, the golden vortex on the ground closed, leaving only a deep pit behind.
At that moment, the sinister old cultivator in the sky let out a cold laugh and said, “Everyone, thank you for becoming my blood sacrifices!”
As his voice echoed, he began rapidly forming hand seals. The demonic energy above surged like a living wave, crashing down over the entire Yellow Mist City.
The black vortexes, empowered by this new influx of demonic energy, instantly became more terrifying. Their devouring power and expansion speed increased drastically.
In the blink of an eye, many ordinary people were swept up and consumed before they could even react.
Faced with these unstoppable black vortexes, both civilians and cultivators fled for their lives. But with the vortexes coming from all directions, where could they possibly run?
Yellow Mist City had become a living hell—countless lives were swallowed up by the swirling demonic energy, feeding the power of the evil cultivator.
Everyone rushed toward the center of the city to seek refuge. Even the powerful spirit masters who had emerged from the secret realm were no exception—they all retreated toward the city’s heart.
From all over Yellow Mist City, the black vortexes surged inward, enclosing everyone. Some tried to seize the opportunity to escape by flying into the sky.
Those who could fly were true spirit masters at the Spirit Manipulation Realm or above.
Once someone took the lead, more followed—soaring into the air in hopes of fleeing.
However, the sinister cultivator had never left his post in the sky. How could he allow them to escape?
“At a time like this, trying to run? How disrespectful,” the evil cultivator said coldly. He manipulated the demonic energy, transforming it into massive black serpents that surged through the air.
When these black serpents appeared, many turned pale. Such power was far beyond the Spirit Manipulation Realm—he was clearly a cultivator at the Dao Realm.
Roar!
The black serpents roared from the sky like living creatures, swiftly entangling those who tried to flee.
Moments later, blood rained from the sky. Severed limbs and gore fell like hail. Every single person who had tried to escape by air had been slaughtered—none survived.
The brutality of the scene sent shivers down the spines of everyone below. No one dared to try flying away again. Instead, they huddled together, hoping to find some comfort in each other’s presence.
Qin Ling and three other half-step Dao Realm powerhouses furrowed their brows tightly, but none dared to act rashly.
Chen Fei was no different—fully alert and ready to fight back at a moment’s notice.
A mid-level Dao Realm demonic cultivator—between Fourth and Fifth Grade—was like an unscalable mountain pressing down on everyone’s hearts.
“Good thing Su Han didn’t come…”
At this moment, Chen Fei silently felt grateful. If Su Han had really been here, he wouldn’t have had any way to save her.
All he could do now was watch Ye Chenxing, who had stayed far away since leaving the secret realm.
He was also a demonic cultivator. Maybe he had a way out.
Ye Chenxing had gone straight for the City Lord’s Mansion upon leaving the secret realm. Naturally, he wasn’t afraid—the mastermind behind everything was his superior. He had been sent here on a secret mission.
Upon arriving at the mansion, Ye Chenxing let out a breath of relief. But when he looked up at the old cultivator in the sky, a wave of dread crept into his heart. He might be safe for now, but when that elder came asking for the Ten Thousand Souls Essence, it would mark his death.
Ye Chenxing had been ordered to infiltrate Yellow Mist City. He had brought two demonic artifacts and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner used to collect souls.
He had already completed his mission—gathering the soul essence. But in order to help Ye Chenye form the Bloodbreaking Demon Body and defeat Su Han, he had used all the essence on him.
Originally, Ye Chenxing intended to obtain Su Han’s bloodline, break through inside the secret realm, and then escape. At that point, even the elder couldn’t do anything to him.
But he had failed.
“Ye Chenxing, is the Ten Thousand Souls Essence ready?” the old cultivator looked down from above.
“It’s ready, Elder,” Ye Chenxing nodded.
“Good. When I push the grand array to its limit, release the soul essence onto the central altar. Once I complete this demonic weapon, I’ll remember your contribution and help you break through to the Dao Realm.”
The old man never suspected Ye Chenxing of betrayal. Why would he? The boy was only at the Thousand Stage Spirit Master level—his life or death was entirely under his control.
“Thank you for your guidance, Elder,” Ye Chenxing said, forcing himself to remain calm and not show the slightest hint of guilt—otherwise, he’d be dead instantly.
Right now, he was hoping the elder would clash with Chen Fei and the others in a mutual-destruction scenario. Then, he could either kill everyone or at least escape and figure out how to deal with Su Han later.
Time passed. More and more people gathered in the center of the city. Thousands upon thousands crowded together, creating a visually overwhelming and chaotic scene.
In such panic, the tightly packed crowd inevitably led to horrifying stampedes.
The ones trampled to death were the ordinary people—the elderly, children, and women.
Seeing this, Chen Fei couldn’t bear it. He stepped in as much as he could to prevent such tragedies from unfolding around him.
Soon, he saw Ling Zhong, members of the Su family, and people from the Qin clan…
By now, everyone understood—they were about to become sacrifices to the demonic cultivator. People cried in panic and begged for mercy, kneeling toward the sky, only to be crushed mercilessly by the frantic crowd behind them.
Inside Yellow Mist City, a tragic apocalypse was unfolding—and no one could change the outcome.
