With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 159 - 57: He Is the Only Vitality Here!

Others are as clumsy and prone to self-inflicted injury as a three-year-old wielding a massive axe.

With a flick of the long blade, the blazing flames on it suddenly shifted from crimson to pale blue.

A chilling aura slowly emanated from Jiang Ming.

This came from the Ice Flame Chapter of the Ice Flame Burning Fire Technique.

The dazzling pale blue, akin to ice crystals, darkened again, becoming a deep blue, as Jiang Ming’s aura gradually weakened.

The two Fire Dragons also simultaneously changed color and concealed their aura.

In the ice flame state, Jiang Ming’s aura could be reduced to the extreme.

Only then would it not...

"...interfere with my hunting."

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The Shadow Ghost Demon is considered a relatively common type among the Mortal Transcendence Demons.

Most Shadow Ghost Demons can break through to Mortal Transcendence Demon level, often serving as common elite mini-bosses in the wild.

"More than one!"

The blindfolded young man twitched his ears again, speaking in a deep voice.

"How is that possible..."

Shadow Ghost Demons possess considerable territorial awareness and typically don’t appear in packs.

Hisses resounded around them.

Like arrows, more tongues darted out.

Even the burly man with the defensive Heart Lamp talent dared not withstand too many attacks.

The sounds of steel clashing, flesh being pierced, and muffled grunts erupted continuously.

Original Force surged in the surroundings, and as they probed more, these Shadow Ghosts seemed to sense the weakness of these Heart Lamp Cultivators, causing the probing to grow increasingly fierce.

A middle-aged man in black grabbed a tongue, and with massive strength spinning through his body, he forcibly pulled a Shadow Ghost Demon from the shadows, his other hand transforming into eagle claws, instantly turning into a blur and crushing the head of the Shadow Ghost Demon that was simultaneously tiger-like, ox-like, and deer-like.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man’s body was awash with surging Evil Qi.

The attacks from around them finally diminished a bit.

"How is it, is it done?" The middle-aged man turned his head to ask, his tone slightly anxious.

His earlier action seemed casual but had actually utilized considerable strength to deter the surrounding Mortal Transcendence Demons.

There were eleven people present.

One person was surrounded by the others—a teenager with a somewhat mature face.

At that moment, he had his eyes closed and was drawing something on the ground.

"Found it, this direction... the only hope!"

The teenager spat out a mouthful of blood, but a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

The faces of the people lit up with a trace of hope.

The eleven individuals found their direction and rushed toward it wildly.

The Heart Lamp Cultivators present were formerly Martial Artists, and their leg skills were strong.

In an instant, they covered a considerable distance.

"Found it... found it!"

"Here!"

"The only hope!"

The mature-faced teenager kept muttering.

In front of them, darkness gave way, and weak light began to appear before everyone’s eyes.

At this moment, all of them paused, and the hope vanished from their faces, replaced by uncertain surprise.

In front of them stood a massive altar.

The altar wasn’t crowded, symmetrically distributed, and if seen from above, it had a special and eldritch beauty.

The altar was a hundred meters long and one meter high, with twelve angles, each crowned with a diamond-shaped Crystal Stone.

The Crystal Stone emitted a faint glow, dispersing the surrounding darkness.

The closer to the altar, the weaker the sounds of the Shadow Ghost Demons’ blood and flesh wriggling grew.

And at the center of the altar, weak light illuminated a figure in black.

The figure was terribly emaciated, as if it weren’t a person but a wooden man made of wood.

The eleven exchanged glances, hesitant to act rashly.

Some looked behind them, wary of potential incoming attacks.

Others looked ahead, seemingly trying to understand the nature of the altar.

The Heart Lamp Cultivators present hailed from the direct lineage in Sea Suppression City, their minds rich with knowledge.

Yet the altar before them clearly exceeded their knowledge.

Just as the eleven were about to probe, a chilling voice, its gender indistinguishable, rang out.

The voice seemed to come from behind; some spun around.

It seemed to originate from the figure at the altar’s center; another stood sword-ready.

It seemed to arise from sky to earth; others suspiciously glanced up and down.

"You’ve arrived..."

"Just in time... to complete the final step using the Qi on you..."

The ghostly voice continued.

"However... missing one..."

The voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Missing one?" The group looked among themselves.

Initially, their numbers were more than twelve, with over twenty.

Using the Secret Technique, they had conglomerated here with only eleven.

Could it be there’s another companion here, disconnected from them?

The figure at the altar clapped hands.

All the Heart Lamp Cultivators felt their bodies stiffen as if they couldn’t move at all.

Next, the earth began to quake, as if a colossal beast was slowly moving toward them.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

A towering figure, six meters high, was gradually illuminated by the Crystal Stone’s faint light.

"The Shadow Ghost Demon King..." someone exclaimed involuntarily.

Before them stood a monster with skin peeled away, blood and flesh writhing, long and robust limbs standing behind the man in black.

The creature’s head was deer-like, yet it possessed an incredibly gruesome maw.

"It’s almost the Naked Mortal Transcendence Demon..."

"Mingwu City..."

"Mingwu City allowed such a monster to sneak in..."

Someone muttered under their breath.

Others wore faces of despair, some showed resolute defiance, and eyes wandered, searching for a way out of this crisis.

"Go retrieve that person."

The man in black waved casually, and the massive Shadow Ghost Demon King nodded its gruesome head.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

The earth trembled continuously.

In the next moment, the quaking suddenly ceased.

"Hmm?"

The man in black gestured, as if casting some Magic.

Eventually, the man in black halted his magical efforts.

"The Secret Technique failed again?" the man in black’s tone carried a hint of perplexity.

The next instant, the man in black sensed all eyes turn to him, or rather, behind him.

A strand of black hair drifted into the man in black’s view.

"Are you, too, an evil spirit..."

A ghostly voice whispered beside the man in black.

"What... what."

The man in black turned, catching a glimpse in his periphery of an unknown blue-robed man behind him.

The blue-robed man appeared at ease, and a fine powder danced in his hand.

The powder’s aura seemed familiar.

"Well done; it seems you are."

"You..."

"Boom————"

A violent blast erupted.

The black head exploded instantly.

"Hmm? Where’s the core?" Jiang Ming heard no notification of Spirit Points or Simulation Points.

"Never mind," a glint of light at Jiang Ming’s eyes.

With a single hand press, flames slithered like fiery snakes from his body and entwined the figure in black.

The intense flames blazed continuously.

Jiang Ming’s ears finally heard the reward for gaining Simulation Points.

"Well done, well done." Jiang Ming nodded.

The eleven below stared blankly upwards, unable to process the situation.

Their ally... what kind of person was he...

"Hope!!"

"He is the only hope here!"

The mature-faced teenager suddenly shouted, relief flooding his face.

"Hope?"

Jiang Ming smiled, the ice-blue flames crawled up his face, obscuring his visage from the Heart Lamp Cultivators.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am not your hope."

"I believe I might have said, it’s better to rely on yourself than others, better to worship yourself than gods."