Sword Maniac was the first to reach the center of the Devil's Land. He saw an endless wave of darkness, and upon closer inspection, there were countless rotting corpses.
These rotting corpses carried an eerie and terrifying aura, which was extremely compatible with the aura of the Devil's Land.
"This is?"
Sword Maniac's pupils shrank as he felt the strength of the rotting corpses. He could not help but take a step back, holding his long sword in front of his chest, ready for any sudden danger.
Roar!
The rotting corpses let out angry roars, but they ignored Sword Maniac as they charged past him.
"What's going on?"
Sword Maniac could feel the terrifying killing intent from the rotting corpses, but they ignored him even though he was standing there.
He finally saw the source of the rotting corpses.
Altar?
There was an eerie altar there, and there was a figure sitting cross-legged on top of the altar. His hands were forming a complicated seal, and there was blood flowing out from his body, as if he was nourishing the altar.
"That is?"
Sword Maniac immediately recognized the Old Ancestor of the beasts, who was using the blood of his clansmen as a sacrifice to the altar.
"I can feel the second half of the Drunken Sword Art in the altar."
Sword Maniac's eyes were burning with passion.
The Drunken Sword Art was extremely important to him. If he could obtain the second half, he would be able to touch the threshold of the Supreme-Being Realm. This was a rare opportunity, and he had to fight for it even if it was dangerous.
"Hmph."
Sword Maniac snorted, and he immediately gathered his thoughts. His body flashed, and he blended into the army of rotting corpses, trying to destroy the Old Ancestor's plan.
However, at this moment.
The Old Ancestor of the beasts had already given his all. His eyes were bloodshot, and he no longer had a way out. He could only fight with his life on the line.
"Stop them for me."
The Old Ancestor of the beasts ordered with a ferocious expression.
The remaining clansmen were using their lives to stop the rotting corpses.
"Get lost."
The Demonic Beast clansmen revealed their true forms one after another and began to fight with the zombies.
However, this was the Devil's Land, and they were no match for the rotting corpses. Soon, the beasts suffered heavy losses.
Huala!
The Demonic Beast Patriarch flicked his wrist, and a suction force appeared, sucking one of the Demonic Beasts onto the altar. The Demonic Beast Patriarch trembled, but he had no choice.
"For the race."
The old ancestor of the demonic beasts said in a hoarse voice.
"If our race can rise again, we will definitely not forget the lives you have sacrificed."
Fang Chen was completely unaware of the turmoil in the Devil's Land.
He was immersed in deciphering the golden striped array formation. At this moment, the Vermillion Bird blood in his body resonated with the Vermillion Bird's phantom, and the Vermillion Bird's power gradually seeped into the golden striped array formation.
Crack!
There was a change in the operation of the golden stripes. One of the golden stripes was interrupted, causing the operation of the entire golden striped formation to slow down.
Fang Chen stared intently at the golden striped array and quickly found a loophole.
"Break!"
He unleashed the Vermilion Bird Secret Technique to amplify the power of the Vermilion Bird and instantly reversed the trajectory of the golden striped spell formation.
"Reverse the universe."
Fang Chen growled and pressed his hands on the golden stripes.
Following that, a vast amount of power could be heard frantically crashing against the golden striped formation.
After a while.
With a boom, the golden striped formation shattered and the entrance of the cave appeared in front of him. There was no obstruction.
Fang Chen couldn't care less. With a leap, he jumped into the hole.
Buzz!
In the pitch-black tunnel, Fang Chen quickly moved forward. He spread out his Divine Sense to prevent any accidents from happening. After some time, Fang Chen felt his eyes brighten.
Following that, he felt a terrifying power that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
Crack!
The armor on the surface of his skin instantly appeared and blocked the terrifying power.
"What is this place?"
Fang Chen opened his eyes and found himself in a dark and gloomy place.
"Could it be …"
He thought of a legend.
"It's actually true."
The Devil's Land only existed in legends. Ever since the powerhouses of the Devouring Demon Race joined forces to transform the Dragon Slaying Cave, the Devil's Land had completely disappeared.
He didn't expect that after so many years, he would accidentally enter the Devil's Land.
"There's a huge movement ahead."
Fang Chen sensed that there was a huge movement in the center of the Devil's Land. It seemed that someone was fighting.
He leaped up and floated in midair, looking up.
"Rotten corpses?"
Countless rotting corpses rushed towards the altar like walking corpses. Coincidentally, there was a familiar figure on the altar.
"Monster race?"
Fang Chen realized the seriousness of the situation.
"Sacrificing the lives and bloodlines of his people to the altar?
What is he trying to do? "
Fang Chen thought quickly.
At this moment, he saw a shocking sword light soaring into the sky from the army of zombies.
His face instantly darkened.
After comprehending the Dao for three years, he finally broke the golden striped formation in order to kill Sword Maniac. Now, he finally saw him again.
"Sword Maniac."
Fang Chen gritted his teeth, his anger soaring to the sky.
However, he was not in a hurry to chase after Sword Maniac. After all, the current situation was not optimistic.
He wanted to understand what the monster race was trying to do. Why was Sword Maniac in the army of zombies?
What were these zombies protecting?
He saw the battle between the zombies and the monster race from afar.
Kacha!
Although the zombies had no intelligence, they were very loyal. Even if they died, they would protect the altar.
Therefore, even if the zombies fell, there would be more zombies rushing up to fight with the monster race.
Puchi!
Soon, the monster race could not hold on any longer.
At this moment, Sword Maniac took advantage of the fierce battle between the zombies and the monster race to rush to the altar.
"Buzz!"
Dazzling sword light bloomed like fireworks and instantly slashed toward the monster race's ancestor.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The monster race's ancestor turned around and blocked the sword light with his bare hands.
"It's you?"
The monster race's ancestor's face darkened. "You want to stop me?"
"There's something I want here." Sword Maniac said coldly.
If it was any other time, the monster race's ancestor would have already taken action. However, it was different now. The Devil's Land was too strange and the zombie army was endless. If he could not stop them, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
So …
He wanted to join forces with Sword Maniac.
"You can see the current situation. The zombie army is endless. If they rush over, we won't get anything."
The monster race's ancestor said. "Since you and I have something in the altar, why don't we put aside our differences and join forces to fight the enemy?"