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Ren Pingsheng closed his eyes, his expression somewhat serious. Even though he was much stronger than the average person, he understood that in this situation, one misstep could lead to irreversible consequences. The reason this place was called a forbidden zone was naturally due to its terrifying nature.
The endless demons before him were already enough for him to handle, not to mention the other dangers. The deeper he went, the more terrifying the dangers would become.
"Sigh, life and death are determined by fate! But now is not the time to give up. Kill!" He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a demon charging at him. Without any mercy, he wielded the Qingfeng Sword, lightly trembling it as it instantly sliced through the throats of six demons. Then he sidestepped to avoid an attack from a demon behind him. With a swift motion, two demons were gutted. This drew the attention of other demons who rushed in.
The smell of blood seemed to make these demons even more frenzied. One by one, they charged forward recklessly; after a batch of corpses was devoured clean, they surged forward again. They were mindless, knowing only slaughter and consumption. There was no fear or emotion; everything in their eyes was food, sustenance that allowed them to grow.
"Ha... What’s the difference between these guys and ferocious beasts? Yet they are much more terrifying than ferocious beasts; at least ferocious beasts still feel fear and have emotions. These demons do not." Ren Pingsheng swung his sword with each strike bringing down a group of demons. However, more demons immediately surged forward, leaving him no time to rest or relax.
Perhaps here, even the slightest relaxation could lead to injury or worse—total annihilation. This was the terror of this place; such high-intensity battles could literally exhaust a person to death.
"I don't believe you don't know fear; I don't believe you won't retreat!" Ren Pingsheng felt a surge of determination in his heart. He had been fighting for an hour now, yet nothing had changed from the beginning. He still stood in place, surrounded by ground stained red with blood.
"Thirteen Kills of the Gale, Slash!" He shouted softly as twelve figures and twelve terrifying sword energies erupted among the demon horde.
"Boom... Aah... Roar..." Various sounds mixed together as thirteen paths were suddenly opened within the demon crowd—a bloody path carved out with Flesh.
"Ha... This should be enough to intimidate them..." Ren Pingsheng said while panting lightly, but what followed truly made his heart sink. The scene momentarily quieted down, yet other demons excitedly roared and pounced on the corpses of Flesh. There was no sign of fear; they looked utterly delighted as they feasted on Flesh.
"Damn it, demons are indeed demons!" With just a glance, he understood how dire the situation was. He flipped his hand and took out a top-grade spirit stone to quickly replenish his true energy while he had the chance. At this moment, he realized that he would likely have to engage in prolonged combat here. The priority was to ensure sufficient true energy; without it, how could he fight?
"Demon Emperor, is there really no place to hide here? Otherwise, if this fighting continues endlessly, I won't be able to hold out for long." Seeing more demons closing in on him again, Ren Pingsheng asked heavily.
"There isn't; there’s none nearby. You can only move deeper inside; perhaps there is something there. But going deeper is likely even more dangerous, so you need to think carefully," Demon Emperor replied helplessly.
"I see. Since both ways lead to death, I might as well fight for it! I'm moving deeper inside; keep an eye out for any hiding places and notify me promptly." After saying that, he flickered away, taking advantage of the newly opened path before it was completely blocked off and ran toward the depths of the demon abyss.
Nearby demons continuously lunged at him in pursuit and interception. Ren Pingsheng fought while moving forward, killing many demons but also sustaining some minor injuries.
"Roar..." A demon much larger than ordinary ones blocked Ren Pingsheng's path forward. Its massive claws easily repelled Ren Pingsheng.
"Zzz... This is the cultivation level of a Demon!" Ren Pingsheng shook his slightly numb right hand, took a deep breath, and called out with a somewhat pale face.
"Yes, more or less. It should have just broken through, and its cultivation still has some fluctuations. You need to finish this quickly; you can't let it hold you back. Otherwise, it will definitely attract stronger foes," Demon Emperor said in a deep voice.
"I know!" he replied softly, and his figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already above the head of the Demon at the cultivation level of a Demon, and with the Azure Wind Sword carrying immense Intimidation, he struck down. The entire world seemed to pause, completely binding the body of that Demon.
"Roar..." The Demon sensed the great danger and let out a fierce roar. Just as the Azure Wind Sword was about to land on its head, it managed to break free from the binding. Ren Pingsheng reacted even faster; with a tremor of the Azure Wind Sword, a white Sword Qi flashed by, which was precisely the Heavenly Sword Second Style.
The Demon staggered, and a line of blood appeared on its neck. Then it was split in two, but somehow it still had enough strength to unleash a punch at high speed, hitting Ren Pingsheng in the chest. At that moment, Ren Pingsheng was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when this unexpected turn of events caused him to spit out blood and fly backward.
Fortunately, with the protection of the Thousand Silk Armor, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt much better. He waved his hand, and as he landed, dozens of Sword Qi scattered down, shredding several Demons that attempted to ambush him into meat paste.
The death of one Demon at the level of a demon lord did not stir up any waves. The Demons continued to pour in endlessly, with no end in sight. In the distance, they were engaged in mutual slaughter while nearby they were attacking Ren Pingsheng.
"Eh? What is this..." While fighting, Ren Pingsheng suddenly noticed something unusual under his feet. He swept his sword across and cleared away the nearby Demon, then reached down to pick up something from the ground.
"This is a Spatial Ring. It seems it must have been left behind by someone who accidentally entered this Abyss of Demons," he examined it and murmured softly.
"This is not surprising. Although this Abyss of Demons has a notorious reputation, many people still fall here every year for various reasons. It's just that they probably couldn't find their way out and died here," Demon Emperor said with a tone of lamentation. In fact, he did not have high hopes for Ren Pingsheng. If Ren Pingsheng died here, he feared he would also be forever buried in this Abyss of Demons.
"Hmph! Just because they can't get out doesn't mean I can't," Ren Pingsheng put away the Spatial Ring and continued to battle against the incoming Demon. He knew he must not despair; he had to give himself hope; otherwise, he would definitely not be able to escape. Despair is often the most terrifying!
"Kill!" He hesitated not at all and would not show mercy. Thus began an unending battle that lasted for two days. They had only progressed two miles during this time. At first, Ren Pingsheng could still fight vigorously, but as time passed, his spirit began to tire.
For two days without any rest, every moment was spent in high-intensity battle. Because if you let your guard down even slightly, these Demons would swarm you and devour you until not even bones remained. Here, he could not afford to be careless for even a moment.
However, after such a long time, even someone made of iron could not endure it. Now, Ren Pingsheng had basically come to a halt and mechanically swung his sword as one after another Demon fell beneath it. But his reaction speed had slowed down; occasionally he would take hits from attacks.
His robe had long since been torn into strips; the Thousand Silk Armor, which had been worn underneath, was now exposed. Fortunately, with the protection of the Thousand Silk Armor, even though his reactions were lagging behind, he still did not suffer severe injuries.
"Bang..." A single Demon launched a surprise attack and knocked Ren Pingsheng back a step or two. After killing that Demon, he was ambushed by two more. The numbness in his body and mental fatigue caused him to start taking more hits than before.
"Ha... I must hold on, I can't die here." Ren Pingsheng bit his tongue, and his somewhat dazed mind became a little clearer. Then, the Azure Wind Sword flickered a few times and swiftly killed a dozen eager attacking Demons.
"Damn it, I can barely hold on. When will this end?" he muttered to himself, looking at the endless Demons in the distance, feeling a sense of despair for the first time. Not to mention his current state, even if he had the cultivation of a Respect Level or Sect Level, he wouldn't be able to break through!
For some reason, the more he thought about it, the lower his spirits sank. His already exhausted mind seemed to become even more unbearable. A voice in his heart kept whispering, tempting him to give up.
"I can't give up; I won't give up." He roared in his heart, but his voice sounded somewhat strong on the outside yet weak inside, lacking the confidence and assurance he had at the beginning.
Then he felt his spirit stagnate, darkness clouded his vision, and he saw countless Demons tearing at him, as if they wanted to completely devour him.
"Ah... kill... kill..." Suddenly, Ren Pingsheng's body trembled as if possessed and charged out like a madman. The Azure Wind Sword in his hand danced like the wind. Everywhere he passed, Demons turned into minced meat, blood splattering all over him. He was struck by countless sharp claws and teeth of Demons, but he felt nothing and continued to move like the wind, leaving behind a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
At that moment, his eyes were blood-red, his face twisted, and a sinister smile curled at the corners of his mouth. Covered in blood, he looked just like a Demon emerging from a sea of blood. The bloodthirsty aura surrounding him was even denser than that of other Demons. Unfortunately, these Demons had no reason and would not be intimidated by him; they continued to howl and charge at him.
"Haha... kill... kill..." Ren Pingsheng laughed maniacally, completely disregarding the consumption of True Qi and ignoring the ambushes from Demons. Like a god of war, he galloped through the Demons. Aside from the areas protected by the Thousand Silk Armor, every other part of him was covered in wounds.
He seemed to have lost both pain and reason; he had become like a Demon himself, crazily slaughtering. Both hands moved simultaneously—his right hand wielding the Azure Wind Sword while his left hand formed a fist. Each sword strike or punch brought down dozens of Demons; blood not only stained his clothes but also dyed his hair red, turning him into a figure drenched in blood.
"Sigh, the most dangerous situation has indeed occurred; I didn't expect him to succumb to slaughter after all. I wonder if he can wake up!" the Demon Emperor sighed softly.
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