Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 561 - 544: Knight

Before the Demon could react, his right hand was like a sharp sword, piercing the Demon’s nose, embedding deeply into its face, and continued forward until the entire forearm passed through the head.

A pulse of True Qi rippled, and half the Demon’s head flew upward, brain matter splattering.

Zhou Leng shook his right hand, flinging off the blood, and charged towards the next Demon.

That Demon, seeing Zhou Leng coming fast, hurriedly crossed its arms in front of its chest to block.

Zhou Leng punched out, his right fist enveloped in a blinding mass of True Qi, crushing the Demon’s arms and piercing through its chest.

Boom!

A massive hole was blasted open in the Demon’s chest, big enough for an adult to crawl through.

The Demon stared in astonishment at the enemy before it, and fell backward.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, and the Demon’s head exploded, covering the grass in flesh.

Another step on the ground, his body turned into a blurred shadow, charging diagonally to the side of the third Demon, raising his leg, sweeping across.

A tremendous rumbling sound erupted as the Demon raised its arm to block, and Zhou Leng’s right leg was like a ton-heavy thermobaric bomb, hitting an ordinary human dead on.

Bang...

With a bizarre bang, that Demon was swept into dozens of pieces by one leg, red and white, flying wildly through the air.

Filled with a vicious rage, Zhou Leng leapt into the air, jumping onto the fourth Demon’s head, his feet becoming a blur as they kicked down on the Demon’s body like a rainstorm.

Bang bang bang bang...

The Demon blocked for only a few moments before its arms shattered, its head cracked, and it collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Leng’s feet acted like a bulldozer, swiftly trampling over with shadows.

Behind him, a large mass of mangled flesh embedded deeply into the grass, leaving only a blurred human form.

The fifth Demon swung a blazing long knife at him, Zhou Leng bent and ducked, avoiding the blade, and clasped his hands together, thrusting both arms forward like blades into the Demon’s abdomen.

After his hands entered the abdomen, he grabbed each side of the wound and tore violently.

Splurt...

The entire Demon was torn in two, like two gates of flesh and blood, flying to each side and crashing to the ground.

The sixth, the seventh...

In his fury, Zhou Leng, more demonic than the Demons themselves, left no bodies intact wherever he went.

Having slain more than ten Demons, the Demons panicked, hastily retreating and gathering, surrounding the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock, and charged forward.

Zhou Leng attempted to dash forward, but the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock and Demon Warlock used a variety of Spells to continually obstruct him.

The Grandmaster Spells far surpassed ordinary Innate Spells.

Zhou Leng made several charges forward, failing each time, and after taking one look at the Demons, he turned and left.

Withdrawing to the distance, he took out two corpses, laying them before him.

His throat itched.

The corpses bore a dense demonic aura.

These were no longer corpses, but Demonic magical items, comparable to deadly plagues.

Zhou Leng contemplated for a long time, sighed deeply, poured Demonized Combustion Agent, and cremated them on the spot.

After a brief rest, he consumed a Pill.

Zhou Leng charged towards the Demon camp once more.

These Demons, must die.

The Demon camp was filled with illusion-breaking Spells, Zhou Leng swiftly dashed in, killing a few Demons, and retreated immediately as they gathered.

Afterward, he did not go far, like a patient but cold-blooded hunter, continually stalking around the Demon camp.

Whenever an opportunity arose, he would either throw a Demonized Spear or rapidly approach to strike.

Occasionally, encountering Demons from outside, he would kill them without exception.

One, two...

Ten, eleven...

Twenty, twenty-one...

He killed a total of twenty-seven Great Innate Demons, and finally, all the Demons abandoned all other tactics, surrounding the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock closely, not leaving his side.

Zhou Leng used various strategies, but they remained unmoved, steadfastly holding their ground.

Beside the verdant lakeside, the Demons gathered, with grim faces, whispering to each other.

Suddenly, a siren wailed, and they looked around, finally turning eastward.

The ground quaked.

A tall Hell Warhorse galloped at full speed, flames churning beneath its hooves.

On its back, Zhou Leng held the Dragon Bone Knight’s Spear, leaning forward, eyes like those of a hawk or wolf, staring intently at the Demons.

Various Demon Artifacts and Demon Spirit Artifacts adorned both the horse and everywhere else.

"To battle!" the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock shouted, casting long-distance spells at Zhou Leng, mostly curses and weakening types.

But, on Zhou Leng and the warhorse, flares of light constantly burst from various Demon Artifacts or Demon Spirit Artifacts, negating spell after spell.

Massive walls stood, only to be shattered.

Mighty waves surged, only to part.

Exploding flames, forcibly charged through.

...

A countless number of magical powers formed an endless line of defense.

Zhou Leng rode the Hell Warhorse, trampling his way forward, reaching where the Demons stood, man, horse, and spear as one.

Buzz...

Stimulated by powerful True Qi, the undead energy within the Dragon Bone Knight’s Spear fully activated, forming a gigantic spiral of black mist, piercing through the Demon formation like lightning tearing through the night.

The long Knight’s Spear, in the blink of an eye, pierced through three Demons.

The spear shaft shivered, the Demonic bodies split open.

A gigantic demonic magic shield stood in front of the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock, as sturdy as a city wall.

The spear point pressed against it, emitting a screeching explosion sound, unable to advance further.

The rest of the Demons all attacked together, the surface of the Taiqing Sea Robe shook violently.

Zhou Leng withdrew the Hell Warhorse, turned, and left.

Racing a short distance away, he mounted the Hell Warhorse once more and charged again.

Crushing Spells and obstructions along the way, he collided once more into the Demon ranks.

Fall back, then charge again, fall back, then charge again...

The team formed by a Grandmaster and dozens of Great Innate Demons was like an impregnable fortress on the Great Battlefield.

Zhou Leng, like a lone knight charging at the fortress.

One man comes, one man goes, again and again.

Endlessly.

The sound of hooves echoed round after round, the Dragon Bone Knight’s Spear piercing one Great Innate Demon after another.

The warhorse’s armor becoming increasingly tattered.

The aura of the Dragon Bone Knight’s Spear gradually fading.

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The wounds on the knight’s body kept increasing.

Those blood-red eyes, like those of a fierce beast, never changed.

Charge after charge, never stopping.

Until the long knight’s spear pierced through the demon’s magical shield, through the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock.

The spear held high, the body of the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock bent like an arch, hanging in the sky.

The other demons scattered frantically.

Zhou Leng held aloft the knight’s spear with the Skinless Warlock’s body hanging on it, shook the reins, and charged again.

The hell warhorse ran a dozen steps, staggered underfoot, and fell headlong to the ground.

Zhou Leng leaped up and landed on the ground.

The hell warhorse’s big eye gently turned, crack...

The eyeball split open.

Then, the entire body cracked open at every spot, the demon artifact components composing the body scattered all over the place.

Zhou Leng bent down and patted the horse’s head, put away the Dragon Bone Knight’s Spear, and chased after the fleeing demons.

After running a few steps, he staggered, stopped, and looked down.

The Taiqing Sea Robe shattered like cracked porcelain, fighting against a Grandmaster and dozens of Great Innate demons, his body enduring successive impacts, was nearly at its limit.

Turning his head to glance at the misty white lake, he quickly gathered the spoils and left in large strides.

Back to the cliff, he took pills to heal injuries in seclusion.

Once recuperated, he stood on the cliff looking towards White Lake.

A new large group of demons gathered in the camp.

Unlike before, surrounded by spell traps and puppet guards, the defense was as airtight as an iron barrel.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng frowned.

The young giant he encountered at the Dragon God Seal Road appeared in the camp.

Moreover, all the demons’ attitudes towards him were quite strange.

Some demons even knelt down upon approaching.

Among them were no less than noble descendants.

Unless a demigod was present, this situation couldn’t arise.

How powerful the Deep Dark Fury was, even superior to ordinary demigod’s sons, yet the demons weren’t as humble to him.

So this young giant called the Peak of Aurora, his identity was apparent.

"Isn’t it the Black Sun Gut... looks like it switched bodies."

Suddenly, the distant Peak of Aurora turned.

Zhou Leng couldn’t see the expressions in the Peak of Aurora’s eyes clearly, but felt an overwhelming pressure heading straight towards him.

Zhou Leng immediately turned and left this high cliff.

His heart was pounding fiercely.

It must be the Celestial Calamity Envoy.

Only power surpassing that of a Grandmaster could sense the watch of others from such a distance.

While leaving, he recalled the scene of encountering the Celestial Calamity Envoy.

At that time, multiple giant dragons surrounded the Celestial Calamity Envoy, but now thinking back, he wasn’t the one being surrounded, he was about to strike.

As a result, his own appearance interrupted the imminent battle, or one-sided slaughter.

The Celestial Calamity Envoy didn’t kill him, perhaps due to his assistance, or for being a divine spirit cherishing his feathers wouldn’t act casually, or maybe to exploit his intelligence, like his apparent interest in the Tujun Star Stele...

Zhou Leng kept running while pondering.

With the Celestial Calamity Envoy overseeing White Lake, things were quite troublesome.

Originally planning to use the captured demon artifacts, demon spirit artifacts, and other items to incinerate White Lake, infusing with toxins, to destroy bit by bit, but alas...

He found an uninhabited spot, set down a tent, and sat to cultivate.

"Old Flower Demon, are you there?"

Zhou Leng looked around, asking repeatedly.

"You... are truly bold." A golden sunflower emerged from the ground, speaking.

"Did your splendid flower demon clan hand the golden flower over to the demons?"

"Yes. We had agreed upon it the last time the Great Battlefield opened."

"Is there a way to destroy White Lake?"

"You... There’s none. Or there might be, but such a large White Lake at least requires a Martial Saint to completely destroy. Moreover, that one is there."

Zhou Leng asked, "What exactly is that one’s identity, you all seem very wary of him."

Also refraining from mentioning the Celestial Calamity Envoy by name.

"Regarding everything about that one, please forgive my rudeness, I dare not discuss further."

"What might be their divine position?"

"..."

"Compared to the one in Celestial Bone City?"

"..."

The splendid flower demon remained silent.

Zhou Leng switched topics, "Is the White Lake Lotus Fruit utilizing golden flowers stronger than usual?"

"Much stronger. Establishing a White Lake in the Great Battlefield, forming a lotus fruit is significantly superior to the ordinary planes. Inside, it contains true star energy, possibly even remnants of divine power."

"How about compared to the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit?"

"A normal lotus fruit can’t compare with a Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit, but if luck allows, a White Lake Mother Fruit is stronger than a Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit."

"Is there a way to acquire it?"

"..."

Zhou Leng’s continuous inquiry led to the splendid flower demon’s response becoming increasingly scarce.

"Forget it, I won’t trouble you further. Just one simple question, is there a way to subdue a fortress dragon?"

"..."

"I’m cultivating here, unlike other places. Here, it seems to have remnants of divine power, right?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Indeed."

"Which divine power is it, roughly what kind of power?"

"... We are not sure."

"Is it illusory power, or the power of life, or both?"

"..."

Before long, the splendid flower demon took the initiative to bid farewell.

Zhou Leng remained in place, began cultivating, absorbing the possibly existing divine power here.

Every time after cultivation, he would go up high to observe White Lake and the demon camp, then immediately relocate his position.

Two days later, the Celestial Calamity Envoy disappeared.