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Chapter 308 Crossing Boundaries, Deep Hatred

"Demon Descendant?" Solban's smiling face froze, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He didn't know if it was an illusion.

Upon hearing those two words, he suddenly felt a chill sweep behind him.

"What about it, Great Khan?" At this moment, Belgutai also noticed the change in Solban's expression. He lifted his head, widened his eyes, and curiously said, "Have you ever heard of this term before?"

"Yes!" Solban did not hide anything and nodded, "When I was young, my revered master once mentioned this to me. He did not specify what the Demon Descendant exactly is, just told me that this race is very dangerous and some of their ancient bloodlines possess incredible innate Divine Skills."

"Moreover, for some unknown reason, they harbor extreme hatred towards humans. If encountered, one must stay as far away as possible."

"Is that so?" Belgutai raised his eyebrows, his gaze returning to the wall in front of him. He recalled the records in that ancient booklet and compared them with the inscriptions on the wall. Then he translated those words into coherent sentences.

"I understand a bit about what is recorded on this wall now."

Belgutai frowned and said, "It roughly states that this city was once a military stronghold of the Demon Descendants, established to combat those invaders from beyond the skies. But ultimately they failed, were forced to leave, expelled from their ancestral lands, becoming exiles."

"They swore to one day return and reclaim everything. Deep hatred and blood for blood!"

"Demon Descendants, invaders from beyond—what is this all about?" Solban's eyes widened as Belgutai finished speaking, "If this city was once belonging to the Demon Descendants, even this land as well, then who are the invaders from beyond the skies mentioned on this wall? Surely, it can't be us humans."

"Sss..."

Belgutai fell silent, "That's really uncertain."

"The history passed down in our tribe has become mythological, and the true events of the past have been forgotten," Belgutai continued, "However, we are currently facing a life and death crisis, so dwelling on these matters is meaningless. The key issue is how to resolve the current situation."

"Great Khan!" A nearby guard, Qie Xue, reminded him, "You just said the Demon Descendants are very dangerous."

"If according to the rituals, this city was built by the Demon Descendants. Although it seems it has been a long time, there might still be some crises lingering."

"Should we continue to explore?" Belgutai asked.

"We can't be scared off by a mere wall," Solban spread his hands, "Let's look around first, maybe this place can accommodate the tribes from the Skull Plain."

Lin Xia and Belgutai exchanged a glance, then nodded.

"That's a good idea!" Belgutai said, "These days, there is unrest everywhere. It's not easy to live a peaceful life. Although there are risks here, it is worth it."

"Which way should we go?" Lin Xia asked, her gaze falling on Solban.

Solban thought for a moment and said, "Although the city is not small, its layout is simple, mainly just several main roads extending from the center to the outside. If we continue along this road, we should be able to reach the center of the city, where we might unearth some useful information."

"Good!" Belgutai nodded.

The rest, no longer hesitating, followed Solban forward.

In the city center was a huge circular square, surrounded by eighteen hexagonal crystal pillars, glittering in the sunlight. These pillars were about thirty meters tall with sculptures of ancient heroes at the top.

Solban looked up and assessed.

He noticed that these sculptures bore certain similarities to humans.

Most had two arms and two legs, with a head resting on the shoulders.

The differences were that some sculptures had wings spread out, some had an additional two arms, and others were densely covered with eyes all over their bodies. Although only inanimate objects, they were still somewhat unsettling. Beneath these blue crystal pillars, there were intricate patterns of energy.

The patterns were like a spider web, and at the center of the web was a black stone platform.

A sphere hung suspended over the platform.

"What is this thing?" Solban's seeking gaze fell on Belgutai.

Belgutai shrunk his neck and spread his hands, giving Solban a helpless look, "I don't know either, but I suggest that before we figure out what these things are, we better not touch anything."

"That makes sense," Solban nodded.

But just then, the black sphere positioned exactly in the center of the platform suddenly started spinning on its own.

It first emitted a series of beeping sounds, then floated into the air. Intricate patterns emerged in the middle, cracking outward, revealing an eyeball-like core. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

A dark red beam shot from the pattern. Solban instinctively wanted to dodge,

but seeing the priest and Qie Xue following behind him, he stopped his motion. He stretched out his hand forward and a surge of energy formed a translucent barrier. The red light seemed to only serve a detecting function and did not attack.

The black ball returned to its original place on the platform.

"What is this thing!?" Solban's expression changed slightly, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.

"We should leave first, and then see." Belgutai suggested.

Boom

But before his words fell, the ground began to tremble.

The eighteen crystal pillars around the square all lit up, blue beams of light shooting straight into the sky.

Clouds gathered, and the wind howled.

The previously clear sky quickly darkened with a layer of lead-gray clouds.

The booming sound of thunder rolled, the clouds hanging low, swirling into vortices, turning crimson inside. Streams of everlasting heavenly essence surged forth. The surrounding temperature rapidly dropped as frost spread, covering the ancient buildings.

"This is... a cross-dimensional portal!" Solban's expression changed slightly, his mane billowing.

"We need to get out of here fast!" he roared in the storm, a tangible sense of crisis nearly materializing.

Crack—boom!

The crystal pillars seemed unable to withstand the violent force descending upon them.

The surface first cracked, then exploded directly, with powerful blasts rolling and shock waves sweeping in all directions.

The surrounding buildings, like blocks, were pushed over by an invisible giant hand, all reduced to ruins and rolling out dust.

Solban, powerful as he was, stood his ground firmly.

However, the Qie Xue guards following him were in trouble, caught off guard, they were blown away by the violent gust, smashing through walls and buried under collapsing buildings.

"Huff!"

Solban's expression was cold as he gently lowered his long arm.

A surge of crimson energy chaos unfolded before him, and a pale-skinned young figure stepped out from it.

His figure was slender, and his blood-colored pupils harbored a dark cross. The aura that radiated from his body was cold and dangerous, and the slight uptilt of his chin conveyed an arrogance that dominated everything.

This man merely appeared.

The aura emanating from his body spread like tangible dark tides, engulfing everything and filling the sky.

"Who are you?" Solban gasped for breath, his muscles tightening uncontrollably.

His mane fluttered.

He seemed like a lion challenged and invaded in its territory.

"Human?" The young man seemed to hear a joke, his lips curving into a cold smile, but his voice was as cold as a breeze from a snow-capped mountain, "Do not compare me with you despicable insects. I am your natural predator, the master who takes and takes from you."

Swish!

He waved his hand forward.

Solban's pupils suddenly constricted, feeling a powerful gust facing him.

He tensed the muscles in his feet, ready to dodge. However, as their gazes suddenly met, his skin showed signs of petrification. Although it was quickly removed, it was still a moment too slow.

Splash!

One of his arms was chopped off, blood spurting violently.

"What was that power just now? I've never seen it before?" Solban was astonished, but not panicked. As an Earth Immortal with undead characteristics, being chopped in the arm was not a severe injury. The flesh at the stump of his arm began to grow and connect, about to heal.

"Useless." The young man spoke calmly, "Your Divine Skills, are but a poor imitation of ours, Demon Descendants."

"Extinguish!"

He spread his fingers and clenched them forward.

Bang!

A burst of black fire exploded on the severed arm, spreading rapidly, turning it to ash.

"Ah!" The intense pain was sudden and unexpected.

Not only did his arm vanish, but the spiritual power infused in his flesh was also evaporated under the fierce black fire.

It felt as if his soul was being cleaved apart, and even though Solban was battle-hardened, his face twisted slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Pathetically weak!" the young man coldly declared, "It's merely a struggle in your death throes."

Bang!

He tapped his foot lightly on the ground.

Shadows spread and quickly expanded, enveloping a hundred meters around.

Figures identical to the young man emerged upwards from it, encircling Solban. They chanted spells, and blood seeped from their eyes. Solban felt as if he was being engulfed by thick black mud, sinking into an abyss, constantly falling, his consciousness gradually blurring—

"Great Khan!" A roar burst out like thunder.

Belgutai channeled all his strength into the Magic Wand in his hand, spreading a white light that dispelled the darkness.

Solban felt like he had been struck by lightning, awakening from that murky state. Recalling what had just happened, a chill suddenly rose in his heart, and his back was drenched in sweat.

Splash!

The movement of Belgutai's hand caught the attention of the young man.

The gap between them was too significant; the young man merely glanced at him. The shaman's head exploded suddenly, blood mist rising as if all his internal organs and blood were boiled by a scorching force, turning into dense smoke. His robust body slumped limply to the ground as if a flaccid leather coat.

Seeing his dear friend die before him, Solban was almost beside himself with rage.

"Break!" he roared, his body radiating brilliant white energy like rolling thunder, his spirit solidifying into a platinum-colored giant.

The mighty palm raised high and slammed down fiercely.

Boom!

The ground waved and trembled violently.

The shadowy domain spreading from the young man's feet was forcibly torn apart.

Solban, disheveled, with blood-red eyes, gave him a deep look, then turned and fled without hesitation.

The young man raised an eyebrow, about to pursue.

But suddenly, a skeletal hand stretched out of the darkness behind him, pressing on his shoulder.

"Auris!" It was an old man, hunched, holding a Magic Wand, his face shrouded in the shadows of his hood. His voice was hoarse, sounding like stones grinding against each other, "Do not forget our purpose here, the dragon that once brought endless pain to our kind."

"The time of the end is near, and we must not allow any unforeseen errors."