Chapter 5759: The Devil Race’s Methods
The seventh battlefield lay deep within the devil race’s territory, at a level even lower than where Long Chen and his group had been transported last time.
The violet blood race and the devil race had reached an unspoken agreement: the violet blood race would attack, and the devil race would defend. Since the start of their battle, both sides had sustained losses, but the devil race’s casualties were a hundred times greater than those of the violet blood race.
On the surface, it seemed as though the violet blood race held an overwhelming advantage. However, with the devil race’s vast numbers, the true balance of power remained uncertain.
The Luo family’s warriors were transported onto the seventh battlefield. The moment they appeared, countless devil experts attacked them.
“Kill!” shouted Luo Yanfeng.
There was no need for Long Chen to give commands. Luo Yanfeng led the charge, but he remembered Long Chen’s instructions—if they weren’t in immediate danger, he wouldn’t interfere. The formation choices and tactical adjustments were left to them.
Faced with the devils’ frenzied assault, the Luo family warriors scattered, each engaging in individual combat. These opponents weren’t particularly strong, making them ideal tempering targets.
This time, however, things were different. Long Chen had given a strict order: no matter what, they had to maintain at least eighty percent of their combat power.
Last time, they had been caught in a scheme and nearly annihilated. That bitter lesson had filled them with regret. If they had preserved their strength, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a miserable state.
Now, though they were still in peak condition, they fought with caution. They no longer wasted energy recklessly and became increasingly precise with their attacks, focusing on killing their opponents with minimal effort.At the same time, the stimulation of death caused their spiritual perception on the battlefield to rapidly grow.
Even when facing multiple devil experts at once, they no longer panicked. They could now distinguish fatal threats and escape quickly.
As the Luo family clashed with the devils in a chaotic battle, Long Chen silently slipped away, searching for something.
“It’s here,” Long Chen muttered.
Long Chen arrived at an empty space and placed his hand on the ground. Instantly, a mental image of an underground river materialized in his mind—black liquid filled with glowing violet spheres. Each sphere was the size of a fist and floated along the black liquid, slowly flowing deeper into the devil’s lair.
“Just as I thought…”
Long Chen’s heart trembled. He had sensed these underground currents last time, but the urgency of battle had prevented him from investigating further.
Now, his suspicions were confirmed. The devil race was playing defense to harness these underground rivers, gathering violet blood energy.
When a disciple of the violet blood race was slain, the devils devoured their remains, channeling their bloodline essence into these hidden currents. However, high-ranking devils consumed the violet blood directly to bolster their own strength.
The violet blood was of immense value to these devil experts. They were willing to sacrifice hordes of low-ranking devils in exchange for this precious power.
Long Chen extended his Spiritual Strength into the underground river, tracing its path until he reached a convergence point. Like the roots of a massive tree, they were spread throughout the battlefield.
Following the flow, he reached its source—an ominous altar. Suspended above it were dozens of grotesque sacks that resembled giant gallbladders, pulsating with thick blood vessels. Through their surfaces, Long Chen could vaguely see violet liquid being slowly absorbed into them.
At the very center of the altar was a bag that was several times bigger than the rest, greedily drawing in more violet blood than any of its counterparts. Its aura alone was terrifying.
Long Chen hesitated. He wanted to probe the sacks further, but before he could, a sudden chill surged through his body. A sense of overwhelming danger forced him to retract his divine sense immediately.
The moment he did, a colossal eye materialized above the altar, scanning its surroundings with suspicion. After a few tense moments, it gradually faded into the void.
“So both sides are exploiting each other... But isn’t the violet blood race at a greater disadvantage? They’re practically raising monsters for the devils,” muttered Long Chen.
Although Long Chen didn’t get to see what was inside those bags, the waves of pressure coming from them were alarming. Whatever was inside could not be underestimated.
Rumble…
Luo Yanfeng was slaughtering the devils. While it looked extremely chaotic, everything was under control.
Then, a sinister voice rang out.
“Long Chen, you’re actually alone? Perfect! Time to die!”
Luo Shenghui emerged, leading thousands of Luo family disciples.
“Brothers, charge! If we eliminate Long Chen and Luo Yanfeng, we’ll become the strongest force in the Luo family! The Luo family will be ours!”
“Kill!”
The Luo family disciples roared and charged forward.
“What?!”
Luo Yanfeng had been too focused on the battle to realize what was happening. Now, he saw Long Chen completely isolated, and it was too late to intervene.
“Luo Shenghui, you ungrateful bastard! Stop this madness!” Luo Yanfeng bellowed.
“Die!” Luo Shenghui shouted sinisterly.
He had never forgotten Long Chen’s humiliating slap. With a feral roar, he lunged, his sword flashing like lightning toward Long Chen.
The blade was mere inches from Long Chen’s face when two fingers, glowing with violet light, effortlessly caught it mid-air.
“What?!”
Both ally and enemy alike were struck dumb. Luo Shenghui had unleashed a full-power strike, yet Long Chen had stopped it with just two fingers?
Luo Shenghui’s pupils shrank in terror. With a desperate roar, thirteen heaven veins ignited behind him.
Crack.
Just as he prepared to unleash his violet blood qi, a dreadful premonition gripped him. Before he could react, his sword snapped.
Long Chen grabbed the broken tip of the sword, and a streak of silver flashed through the air.
The heavens split apart.
At the same time, Luo Shenghui’s head flew from his shoulders, his expression frozen in shock. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the Luo family disciples who had come with him turned into dumbfounded chickens. All their ferocity vanished.
After that, Long Chen threw the broken sword tip to the ground and reached for the sword on his waist.
“Thank you, Luo Shenghui. You conveniently gathered most of the Luo family’s trash together for me. You just saved me a great deal of effort,” Long Chen said.
All of a sudden, violet runes covered Long Chen’s sword-wielding arm, and his sharp killing intent locked down all those disciples.
As his sword flew from its sheath, a violet streak of light carved through the air like a river of stars.
In the next instant, those disciples were erased from existence.