boyutpedia Chapter 18 Taking You to Slay Demons
Chapter 18 Taking You to Slay Demons
The man did not turn around.
They didn't stop walking, but a cold voice came from ahead, "I'll take you to kill a demon."
"Kill demons?"
Zhang Ping was stunned upon hearing this, and his steps slowed down by half a beat.
He thought the so-called test would involve doing something in that stone chamber, sparring with Heng Ziyang and the others, or being questioned about his background.
He hadn't expected this answer.
Slay the demon.
How to kill?
Where to kill?
Just the two of them?
These questions hadn't even been asked yet.
As soon as the man finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, and the mountain wall in front of him split open like a curtain.
The solid rock crumbled to both sides as easily as paper before the man.
Gravel flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire passageway trembled.
The sound was deafening.
Zhang Ping was startled, then swayed his body and braced himself against the wall.
"The Innate Realm, is it really that terrifying?"
Zhang Ping looked at the mountain peak cracking open in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.
He knew that the Innate Realm was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be this powerful.
With a single palm strike, the mountain wall split open.
This is not something that can be done with great strength; it is... the power of rules, something that he cannot comprehend at present.
Zhang Ping subconsciously swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Before he could think any further, a figure flashed beside him, and a large hand grabbed his shoulder.
"grown ups………"
Zhang Ping didn't know what he was going to do. But before the sound could even be fully uttered, the burly man had already taken a step forward.
step.
Just one step.
Zhang Ping's world changed instantly.
It wasn't a gradual scene transition; it happened in an instant. One second he was standing in a dimly lit passageway, and the next, everything in front of him had changed.
The feeling is hard to describe; it's like someone suddenly snatched the scene in front of him and shoved another one in his face.
When he came to his senses, everything else instantly flooded his senses.
The scene was dim, and the air smelled foul and had a sulfurous odor.
When he regained his senses, he found himself standing at the foot of a mountain.
The mountain was entirely black, and the rocks looked as if they had been charred, covered with a layer of dark gray powder. Stepping on them would send up clouds of black ash.
The mountain was barren, devoid of any vegetation, trees, shrubs, or even a speck of moss; only bare, black rocks remained.
The sky was dark red.
It was as if a blood-red curtain was shrouding overhead, obscuring the moon and any stars, leaving only a murky, dark red expanse.
His gaze swept around and he saw the distant, continuous mountain shadows, all of the same blackness and desolation.
"Where is this place?"
Zhang Ping was completely stunned, utterly stunned.
"Follow me into battle."
A man's voice rang in my ears, deep and brief.
After saying that, he strode forward.
Zhang Ping was stunned again upon hearing this.
Will you fight alongside me?
Just the two of them?
He watched the man's retreating figure, countless questions swirling in his mind.
What place is this?
Why did you bring him along?
Is this what they call a test?
But these questions will obviously never be answered.
Because the man had no intention of explaining to him at all.
Zhang Ping gritted his teeth, about to call out to him, but the man suddenly stopped.
He stood at the foot of the mountain, facing the dark red sky and the distant, continuous black mountain shadows, and slowly raised his right hand.
Extend your arm straight up, palm facing up, fingers spread.
Then grip it tightly and pull it down.
Rumble.
The sky exploded.
The dark red sky seemed to have been torn open from the inside by something, and countless thick bolts of lightning poured down from the crack, illuminating the entire Black Mountain as if it were daytime.
The thunder rumbled so loudly that Zhang Ping's eardrums ached.
Dark clouds surged out from the crack, like ink, and in a moment swallowed the entire dark red sky.
Then, a golden light descended from the depths of the dark clouds.
It wasn't thunder, it was fists.
A gigantic fist formed from golden light, so large that it almost covered half the sky, with clearly visible patterns on its surface, every knuckle and joint meticulously detailed, like a punch thrown down from the heavens by an ancient deity.
The fist landed.
The goal is the summit of Montenegro.
silent.
In that instant, the sound disappeared—not just masked, but completely vanished.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping forgot to breathe, only muttering, "Holy shit."
Then, in an instant.
Thud.................
The sound returned.
But it hit his ear in an almost violent way.
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
The entire Black Mountain was shaking violently, and countless black boulders tumbled down the slopes.
The shockwave spread outwards from the mountaintop, carrying debris and dust, like a gray wall pushing towards Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping instinctively raised his hand to cover his face and crouched down, using all his strength to avoid being knocked over.
The dust slowly settled.
The noise also subsided.
Zhang Ping then lowered his arm and looked back at the mountain peak.
But the mountain peak that was there just now is gone.
To be precise, it was flattened by that punch.
The once prominent mountain peak has now become a huge depression.
"Is this what innate talent is?"
Zhang Ping's gaze fell on the burly man's back.
The man slightly twisted his arm, as if what he had just done was insignificant to him.
"They're here. Prepare for battle."
The man spoke in a deep voice, and Zhang Ping looked over.
Then some noises were heard coming from the Black Mountain.
At first it was a low, muffled sound, like a rumbling sound coming from deep underground, then it grew louder and more frequent.
boom............
The mountain suddenly exploded.
Not just one place, but dozens.
With a cracking sound, countless black shadows surged out of the crack, like a flood bursting its banks.
Some of them are as big as calves, some are as small as raccoons, some run on all fours, and some walk upright on two legs. They are all different in appearance, but without exception, they are all demons.
There are countless ones at a glance.
several thousand?
Tens of thousands?
Or tens of thousands?
Zhang Ping didn't have time to count or estimate.
Because the direction from which these demons surged out was directly towards his location.
Zhang Ping didn't have time to count them.
Because the direction from which these demons surged out was directly towards his location.
The man in front of him didn't even turn around to look at him.
With a single movement, he vanished from the spot.
In the next instant, he appeared in the most densely populated area of the demon horde.
One punch.
A simple, direct punch, without any fancy moves or pre-emptive power, was thrown out in an unremarkable manner.
But when that punch landed, everything within a ten-foot radius was blown away.
A dozen or so burly demons were struck by the force of the punch, their bodies flying backward as if hit by a truck. They began to disintegrate in mid-air, the sounds of bones shattering, flesh tearing, and internal organs exploding like a muffled thunderclap in the demon horde.
Blood mist filled the air.
The man's armor was stained with black demon blood, but his movements did not falter in the slightest.
With a flick of his left hand, he cleaved the three demons that lunged at him in two, their corpses scattered on the ground.
With a sweeping right foot, he struck the head of a gigantic bear demon. The bear demon's head exploded like a watermelon, and its headless body spun twice before crashing to the ground.
He was alone.
Faced with tens of thousands of demons.
Instead of retreating, they advanced.
With each punch, several or even dozens of demons would die.
Wherever the fist passed, demonic blood flew everywhere, flesh shattered, and the sound of bones breaking echoed. Its power was unparalleled.
Zhang Ping stood on the mountainside, watching the figure wreaking havoc among the demons, his throat dry.
This is not a battle.
It was a massacre.
A one-sided, predictable massacre.
At the same time, he also wondered what he would do if he had that kind of strength.
With so many monsters, how much can one's health increase?
However, at the same time, some demons also noticed Zhang Ping.
They bypassed the man and circled around him from the hillsides on both sides.
A dozen or so small but extremely fast demons had already rushed to within twenty feet of Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping's breathing suddenly tightened.
He could sense the aura emanating from those demons; they were at the fourth or fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, or even the sixth level. There were even one or two with turbid and heavy auras, which were probably already at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm.
Each one was no weaker than him.
Holy crap!