thefictionvixens Chapter 891 Deterrence
Chapter 891 Deterrence
The sound was like a thunderclap in the bear demon's ears, making it dizzy and trembling. It was so frightened that it collapsed to the ground with a "plop" and dared not say another word. It scrambled into the depths of the dense forest, forgetting even to pick up its fallen claws.
Seeing this, the other eliminated demons slunk away, some wiping away tears as they went, others cursing but not daring to look back. Only the chosen demons remained, looking at each other with a mixture of relief and trepidation as they gazed at the departing figure of the dragon-slaying god, wondering what kind of future awaited them.
The dragon's might surrounding Long Shishen suddenly intensified, as if the entire world had been pressed down with immense pressure. His golden vertical pupils surged with a chilling, ancient, primordial pressure—an arrogance flowing from the depths of his bloodline, surpassing all living beings. He was a direct descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, existing since the beginning of time. Even a thousand-year-old dragon would yield to him, concealing its sharpness and bowing in submission. How much less would a bear demon, recently transformed and still carrying the murky aura of the mountains and wilderness, be subject to him?
The bear demon felt an immense, mountain-like force press down on its shoulders, its bones creaking and groaning. A searingly hot iron seemed to be lodged in its throat, scalding it so much it couldn't utter a single word. Previously, it had stubbornly insisted on going first, believing its thick skin and tough flesh to withstand any attack; now, only bone-deep fear remained, a subjugation that ran deep in its soul. It didn't even have the courage to look up at the dragon-slaying god. Its furry tail tucked between its legs, trembling, it staggered away, its heavy paws creaking softly on the withered branches and leaves, making it look like a terrified rabbit.
Dragon Godslayer glanced at its fleeing figure, its golden pupils showing no emotion, then turned to the remaining demons: "I'll give you ten minutes to take your important things. In ten minutes, I'll take you away."
Long Tian's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but step forward, his voice tinged with caution: "My lord, there are still dozens of old and weak people in the clan, plus those of us who can move, there are over a hundred of us... Do you have any way to take so many demons away at once? The barrier set up by the human cultivators outside is extremely sensitive. Let alone a hundred demons, even a bird flying by can be detected. If we are not careful, we will be surrounded and attacked."
Dragon Godslayer chuckled, his laughter carrying the distinctive buzzing of dragons, his dark golden scales gleaming coldly in the mist: "You don't need to worry about this. Remember, you only have ten minutes. If you're not here by then, I won't wait."
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve, as if he were discussing the most mundane matter. Long Tian and Long Jiao exchanged a glance, both seeing certainty in each other's eyes—this ancestor was unfathomable; if he was so confident in speaking these words, he must possess extraordinary abilities. Moreover, they had little to offer, possessing only healing herbs and a few simple magical artifacts crafted from animal bones; they had nothing else to offer but to wait quietly.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, as fast as sand slipping through fingers. The chosen demons had already gathered, even the youngest fox cubs were tightly held in their mothers' arms, their little heads buried against their mothers' chests, not daring to peek out. Each one held their breath, not daring to breathe, their eyes filled with awe for the dragon-slaying god. They all knew that following this powerful dragon meant heading towards the legendary dragon holy land, where the spiritual energy was so abundant it could solidify, far surpassing the thin spiritual energy of this misty forest. Their cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds in the future; this was a matter of great importance concerning the future of their race, and no one dared to be negligent.
Long Tian gazed at Long Shishen's tall and straight back, a hint of barely suppressed curiosity hidden in his eyes—what kind of divine power could silently lead hundreds of demons out of the inescapable net laid by the human race?
Long Shishen glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "I will send you into a secret realm later. Once inside, remember not to resist. If anyone dares to disturb your spiritual energy and expose your whereabouts, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Before he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and a small ebony boat, no bigger than the palm of his hand, appeared in his hand. The hull was engraved with fine dragon patterns, winding and coiling, and it gleamed with a warm luster. It looked like a trinket, inconspicuous, and not even as exquisite as the jade pendants that some demons wore at their waists.
As the demons were still wondering, Dragon Slayer began chanting incantations, the obscure mantras flowing through the air with an ancient rhythm. Suddenly, the ebony boat trembled with a "hum," its light intensifying, and it expanded at a visible speed, growing to the size of a room in no time. The boat's hull was carved with ancient patterns, and its cabin was spacious and bright, easily accommodating not only hundreds of demons but also dozens more.
"Go inside, everyone." Long Shishen pointed to the cabin. "Once inside, keep your presence still and don't make any noise."
Long Tian and Long Jiao exchanged a glance and stepped onto the ship first. They knew that Long Shishen would never harm them—not to mention the bond of their ancestral bloodline, his words about the future of the demon race alone were enough to prove his sincerity. Seeing this, the other demons also followed suit, boarding the ship with extremely light steps, deliberately retracting their claws when they landed, for fear of disturbing this powerful being.
As the last rabbit demon pricked up its ears and hopped onto the boat, Dragon Slayer chanted a few more incantations. The large boat instantly shrank, returning to the size of a palm, lying quietly in his hand. The dragon patterns on the hull seemed to come alive, shimmering faintly, as if it had never grown larger. He tucked the small boat into his robes, the scales on his chest armor trembling slightly, his gaze sweeping across the misty forest filled with the stench of blood.
The remaining lesser demons here witnessed his display of power and heard him say he wanted to lead the demon race away. If the humans were to break in and search, they would surely get clues from them. Keeping them around will only bring trouble sooner or later.
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Long Shishen instantly triggered the restrictions he had secretly placed within several spirit stones. The lesser demons who hadn't been chosen, huddled trembling in their caves, suddenly froze, their demon cores shattering without warning. They died before they could even utter a scream. This was his early secret technique, the "Shattering Core Curse," a deadly and insidious method that left no trace of spiritual energy.
Having done all this, a cold smile curved his lips as he looked towards the human barrier at the edge of the forest: "Interesting. Since you like to wait, then keep lingering outside. Let's see how long it takes before you discover this place is already deserted."
A surge of dragon energy enveloped him as he unleashed the "Sky-Stepping Technique," transforming into a streak of dark golden light that silently pierced through the mist. The human cultivators on the outer perimeter remained vigilant, holding their breath, their hands sweating as they gripped their magical artifacts, completely unaware of the afterimage that swept past overhead—they were still waiting for the demon race to exhaust themselves and break through, oblivious to the fact that their target had already been taken away by a wondrous technique.