Chapter 128: The Foul-Mouthed Duo

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: The Foul-Mouthed Duo

The moment Jeremy clearly saw the number of opponents, the other side instantly erected a defensive barrier as well.

A wave of divine consciousness pressure crashed over, forcibly repelling Jeremy’s spiritual power outward. The pressure was too heavy. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he was forced to retract his spiritual consciousness immediately.

If the other party truly were people from the Magic Tower, this could be considered good news. At the very least, as one of the three major factions of the Human race, the Magic Tower would never tolerate the Demon race and heretical cults.

The Corpse Vine Demon had broken out of the encirclement. The magic tool had severely injured him but failed to take his life.

At this moment, he was thoroughly infuriated. Demonic wings unfurled from his back, and with a single lunge, he closed in on Jeremy at breakneck speed.

The scimitar, carrying corrosive demonic energy, slashed straight down.

But supported by his dragon wings, Jeremy could fly and engage in aerial combat without burning magic power, erasing the restrictions of being pinned to the ground.

He twisted his body to dodge the strike. The scythe in his hand once again transformed into a card.

The card spun on his fingertip. In that instant, Jeremy’s pupils were dyed a blood-red hue like a devil.

Devil — Original Sin Resonance was unsealed.

Following a magical incantation, the devil phantom materialized. A deathly aura dyed the entire sky a sickly red.

Tens of thousands of shrieks rang out. Demonic claws continuously thrust up from all directions, and beneath those claws swarmed countless deformed ghostly spirits.

The charging Corpse Vine Demon was forcibly held back by the demonic hands, his flight path blocked.

The claws sank deep into his flesh. He let out a furious roar, erupting with a terrifying wave of demonic power that melted the demonic hands one by one.

The blood mist in front of him dispersed. Upon seeing Jeremy’s calm, composed face, the Corpse Vine Demon’s face contorted with rage.

Fury, indignation, resentment, humiliation, killing intent — everything surged simultaneously in that moment, completely occupying his brain.

Right at this moment, the devil phantom hovering behind Jeremy abruptly opened its eyes.

The face hidden beneath the black mist curled into a bizarre smile.

"Malum Retorna..."

A deep, sinister incantation echoed. The Corpse Vine Demon’s body was instantly enveloped in black-red mist.

Before he could react, the remaining power in his body was drained dry. All negative emotions in that moment transformed into blades that bit back at him, slicing off chunks of flesh, severing tendons one by one.

"How... how is this possible?!"

The Corpse Vine Demon spat out a massive mouthful of blood.

His body was pinned tightly by demonic hands. His internal organs, right down to his skin and flesh, began to swell like an over-inflated balloon.

Endless pain spread everywhere.

He finally panicked, trying to scream for help from his comrades below. But before he could open his mouth, Jeremy, who was originally in another direction, closed in like a phantom.

The Devil card in his hand, sharp as a poisoned razor blade at this moment, shot straight towards him.

Seeing it about to sever his throat, under the Corpse Vine Demon’s terrified gaze, Jeremy slightly curled his lips, his finger hooking lightly. The card abruptly stopped, exactly one millimeter away from his blood vessels.

Like toying with an ant.

Just as he was both terrified and furious, a pale, slender hand pierced through his chest, grasped his heart, and then... crushed it.

"A a a a a a!"

Blood splattered wildly as a scream of a living death echoed throughout the forest.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Corpse Vine Demon, already severely injured by the magic tool, completely lost the ability to resist and stopped breathing.

His pupils remained wide open, never closing. In those dead eyes remained perfectly intact astonishment and indignation.

The ghostly spirits immediately rushed in to tear at the corpse. The devil hovering behind accepted the soul as payment and dissipated in satisfaction.

"..."

The devil dispersed. The blood hue in Jeremy’s pupils also gradually receded.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his hand still plunged into the man’s chest. Realizing what he had just done, a wave of nausea surged up.

He pulled his hand out swiftly. Fresh blood splattered onto his face.

He should have felt disgusted. But the residual emotions from the card made him unable to suppress a feeling of exhilaration.

The killing intent hadn’t dissipated; it was still screaming, demanding to pillage more...

In that instant, Jeremy clearly realized: this Devil card did not belong to the light. It was a wordless card, symbolizing darkness.

When it activated, the spirit card’s power not only increased according to the opponent’s negative emotions, but his own degree of corrosion also doubled on top of the original base.

Forcibly suppressing the excess emotions, he spread his wings and descended.

The card dissipated. The Sacred Weapon transformed into a chain whip. The moment his feet touched the ground, he swung his arm and lashed out, sending the Beastkin who had just torn through Leon’s defense line and was preparing to ambush Phoenix flying, throwing him straight into a giant rock nearby.

"Crash!"

The sound of flesh and bone colliding with stone echoed. The surrounding flock of birds had already scattered in panic long ago.

At the same time, the Beastkin battling Lucius was also pierced through the heart by an ice arrow. To stop a self-detonation, Lucius decisively used magic power to crush his body into bloody residue, his bones turning into fine powder, melting into the ground bit by bit.

The three remaining cultists watched this scene, their initial contempt vanishing entirely.

They had never thought that a few humans with lower realms than theirs could achieve this extent.

It was no exaggeration — with the strength that group displayed, the magic power capacity in their bodies was double the normal level.

They had long broken the limit they should have possessed at their current realm.

"You lowly humans actually forced us to this step... Ha ha ha ha ha!" A Demon burst into manic laughter, abruptly cutting off midway. "If that’s the case, then let’s die together! Lord Ashura will grant us immortal souls! While lowly scum like you can only fall to the bottom of hell!"

The tone was thick with that of a zealot brainwashed to the bone.

Following that decision, the magic power of the three survivors skyrocketed tenfold in the blink of an eye.

Right as the overwhelming aura of death crashed over, Phoenix’s Spatial Translocation skill also successfully activated.

The backlash from this suicidal growth was something that couldn’t be interrupted midway. Seeing Jeremy’s group enveloped by the teleportation light, the three instantly understood what was happening.

"Damn it! They want to slip away, stop them!" One roared.

Unfortunately, once Phoenix’s Spatial Translocation was initiated, unless one’s realm was two tiers higher than his, no one could interrupt it.

Right before the light swallowed the whole group, Leon looked at those three laughable fools and sneered: "Worms will always be worms. So low you’re not even equal to dust."

Jeremy had already roughly grasped his unyielding, foul-mouthed nature, and casually chimed in:

"Wishing you gentlemen not to reincarnate as humans in your next life. Living is just wasting a slot in the species. With that head, aside from dragging down the average intelligence index, it’s probably only useful for amusement."

Those fatal taunting words, coupled with his extremely subtle expression and intonation, made the three cultists, who were unable to stop their self-detonation, so angry they wanted to vomit blood.

They tried to speed up the process. But the exact moment the sentence ended, the figures of Jeremy’s group completely vanished from this space. A perfect teleportation.

Left behind in the middle of the forest, the bodies of those three swelled like balloons, unable to be stopped, ultimately dying by exactly what they had brought upon themselves.

Shattered limbs and fresh blood splattered wildly. After a violent explosion, everything sank back into silence.

A minute after the cultists died, seven figures stepped out from behind an ancient tree that blocked out the sky.