Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

Chapter 464 - 236: Incense God of the Divine-Demon Egg, Five Directions Ghost Emperor and Daoist Monarch White

At the moment when the Human Race’s grand army united in mind and fused with their original essence, forming an immense Divine Punishment.

Endless roars echoed from the Corpse Race’s camp, reverberating through the skies. Demons and Ghosts roared in anger, raised their heads, widened their eyes, revealed sharp claws, and showed their most ferocious side.

As the Corpse Race evolved from zombies, despite having undergone evolution, the savagery in their genetic nature made these monsters incredibly insane. Even when facing terrifying unknown entities, they exhibited this ferocity to the fullest.

"Divine Punishment!"

In the sky, a giant face of the Ghost King appeared, releasing a trace of anger from its eyes. It slightly opened its mouth, casually inhaling, directly absorbing the surrounding dark clouds.

Then exhaling.

The gust transformed into a surging terrible giant wave, the roaring transformed into black mist that covered the sky and was launched down fiercely. In an instant, a huge void was left in the center of the neat and terrifying monster army.

Countless blood and pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, and those sturdy armors all turned into a broken state.

The power was so incredibly strong that it turned even the nearly ten zhang tall Corpse Giants into a puddle of flesh, collapsing on the ground, with black blood continuously oozing out from the cracks of their damaged armor.

Moreover, this power did not end as a one-off but continued to pummel the entire Corpse Race army.

In an instant, the originally orderly Corpse Race army was thrown into chaos, leaving only devastation.

The terrifying army of Demons and Ghosts gathered in this Demon City boasted astonishing combat prowess and was extremely terrifying.

It could undoubtedly, with the power of one army, sweep through numerous Human Race forces.

Yet the Soul Hall army came prepared this time, catching them off guard.

Whoosh!

Just as the head of the Ghost King in the sky roared with anger, almost about to destroy the entire army, suddenly, a black light shot out from the city completely shrouded in black mist.

The black light was extremely fast, seemingly containing the power to destroy everything.

It directly struck the surging storm, colliding with the breath from the Ghost King’s head.

Immediately, the world brightened, as if brilliant sunlight illuminated this land.

Even the Demon City shrouded under black rocks seemed to have nowhere to hide under the boundless light!

At this moment, from the Corpse Race’s Demon City, originally swathed in dense black mist, rose clusters of ghostly green flames.

The flames surged upwards, transforming into huge ghostly green lanterns, suspended in the sky, covering the four directions.

The entire enormous dark city, resembling an ancient beast, was illuminated by this sudden boundless light, with ghostly green rays dispelling all darkness, completely exposing the terrifying Corpse Race’s Demon City to sight.

It could be seen, in the towering city almost like a monument of human skeletons, countless human skins floated like blood-stained banners, with tattered blood stains, and each tied to transparent human sinew strings as kite strings, swaying in the wind.

The ground was covered with thick black hair, and the dark red ground exuded a strong sense of nausea, providing an intense visual and psychological shock of fear.

This is the Corpse Race city!

Humans as slaves are the lowest of sheep!

Two-legged sheep.

Both food and sacrifice.

Not even as valuable as the most authentic cattle and sheep livestock.

And in the city center, in the deepest of the endless darkness, stood four towering Divine Temples of peculiar design, with high spires reaching out, the highest structures in the city.

These are the Divine Temples of the Four Great Ancestral Spirits.

The Divine Spirits worshipped by the Corpse Race themselves.

The Spirits of the Corpse Race.

From the end of that darkness, an eerie sound continuously resonated, like the low buzz of countless mosquitoes, yet it was also the prayers and supplications of countless beings, and the air seemed to be filled with chanting of belief.

Others cannot see it, but Zheng Yi, situated in the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, from afar, in an instant saw the true condition of the center of the dark city, the Four Great Ancestral Spirits’ temples.

In the center of these four towering temples, there was a tall White Bone Altar.

The altar, grand as a mountain, was composed of countless human bones as bricks, stacked upon one another, and on top not only humans’ bones but also included various powerful mutated beasts, Demons and Ghosts, and such creatures.

Each exuded an ancient and formidable aura.

It’s conceivable that in the hierarchy of these creatures, in the eyes of the Corpse Race, humans are the lowest existence, only fitting to be the muddy foundation of the grand White Bone Altar.

Serving as the foundational bricks of the White Bone Altar.

Around the altar, kneeled numerous bones of strange colors, most of them humanoid, though some were extremely tall and others very short. From their twisted forms and bone materials, one could tell they weren’t ordinary humans.

Each emitted mysterious essence energy from deep within the bones.

From the kneeling posture, it could be seen that these skeletons’ owners in life were extremely powerful life forms, either formidable Demons and Ghosts, mutated Superpower Humans, or predominantly mighty ones from the Corpse Race itself. At this moment, all arranged here in kneeling.

Kneeling towards the center of the altar, seemingly praying for the arrival of an unimaginable existence.

Terrifyingly, all these skeletons were headless, maintaining a kneeling posture, worshipping and submitting to the throne above the altar.