I Can See Your Combat Power

“Damn it, this is bad!” Tang Luo muttered under his breath, observing the puppets scattering in every direction.

Puppets are inanimate entities. They don’t feel fear or intimidation. It was unlikely that the mere threat of one of his double-hammer attacks would drive them back.

The only reason they would run is if their puppeteer deemed himself overmatched and chose to flee, preserving what power he had left. This, indirectly, affirmed that the Nine-tailed Fox Demon must have a hidden ace up its sleeve, capable of controlling these puppets with spiritual intelligence.

Piecing together the fact that over three hundred puppets were lying in wait along his path, he surmised that this spiritual entity probably had full control over the Minor Spiritual Realm.

And if all the puppet mechanisms were here, then what exactly was trapping the eight warriors about to enter the Spirit Realm?

He had already tested it; these puppets were just ordinary, powered by ancient machines from a thousand years ago. As long as they weren’t surrounded, the eight warriors weren’t in any real danger.

This left him even more worried for the little boy. Ignoring the fleeing puppets, Tang Luo, carrying his giant hammer, dashed towards the southwest.

On the southeast edge of the Minor Spiritual Realm, Tang Fengran, with tear-streaked cheeks, was frantically rushing southwest, along with Tang Zhen; only the two of them remained of their initial team of four.

If it hadn’t been for Ji sacrificing herself and using a secret method to block off the Blood Slaves, Tang Fengran’s team would have likely been completely wiped out by now.

This was something they couldn’t have imagined in their wildest dreams. How could so many Blood Slaves be lurking in the Minor Spiritual Realm, which was supposed to be filled only with mechanical puppets?

Catching the unsuspecting Tang Fengran’s team completely off guard, they descended from the sky. In the first wave of attack, they tore Tang Ya into shreds. By the time everyone reacted, dozens of Blood Slaves had already devoured all of her flesh, leaving only her skeleton behind.

With flesh to feed on, the Blood Slaves became even more terrifying. Their speed so fast that only an afterimage was left. Without something god-like such as the Resurrection Elixir and an attack method like the Martial Hero’s Finger, the three of them could not have resisted even one wave of attack. Even with these advantages, their defeat was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.

Just as despair began to consume Tang Fengran, Ji spoke to the two of them, “I will buy you some time. You must find Ji Ming’s team and let them know about the blood slaves here, then leave the Minor Spiritual Realm immediately!” He did not believe that their current mission could succeed. Even eight martial artists at the Transcendent Level would inevitably lose when faced with the troublesome Blood Slaves. Their best move was to abandon the mission, relay the information, and escape.

Never underestimate a martial artist from a saintly house, especially when he is prepared to fight to the death. Ji exhausted his last bit of blood essence to fire tens of blood red spears which shot the Blood Slaves from the sky and pierced them into the ground.

This provided an opportunity for them to escape, but the most significant characteristic of Blood Slaves was their ability to regenerate and their immortality. Once the spiritual power of the spears dissipated, the Blood Slaves would come back to life. They smelled the scent of blood and found Tang Fengran and Tang Zhen, putting them in a deadly race against time.

Even now, as she was sprinting southwest, Tang Fengran still had a shocked expression on her face. She couldn’t understand why Blood Slaves were present in the Minor Spirit Realm. Didn’t the strength of the Demon King diminish over the thousand years? Without flesh to consume, shouldn’t the Blood Slaves have withered and crumbled to dust?

In the ancient times of Longzhou, there was a great demon called the Blood God who led eight million Blood Slaves to sweep across the land.

Wherever they passed, all human and animal life was extinguished, leaving behind only dry bones.

Even the most ruthless Demon King of the ancient times couldn’t help but fear the Blood God. You couldn’t defeat him, and any blood you shed would only make him stronger. Gradually sapping your strength to grow stronger himself, the Blood God became the most feared of all demons in Longzhou.

But his reign was short-lived. With the Blood God’s unrestrained tyranny, Longzhou soon became desolate, and the number of Blood Slaves ballooned to two hundred and fifty million.

When humans and animals could no longer satiate the Blood God’s appetite, he turned towards the Dragon Clan. When the tide of blood targeted the Long Valley, the hitherto invincible Blood God experienced his first debacle. The dragon breath and dragon flames of the Dragon Clan seemed specifically designed to counter the Blood God. Even the flames of the juvenile dragons, when spat on the Blood Slaves, could obliterate these nearly indestructible beings.

The Battle of Long Valley left only fifty thousand of the Blood God’s two hundred and fifty million Slaves, and the Dragon King Ao chased a fleeing Blood God all over Longzhou.

Ultimately, the Blood God met his end in the west of Longzhou, obliterated by a breath of dragon flames unleashed by the Dragon King Ao.

The once-feared Blood God now became history. Without the Blood God, the remaining fifty thousand Blood Slaves turned into mindless puppets scattered across Longzhou. Once a prosperous region, now it had turned into an excavation site where people found many Blood Slaves. Controlling them with the simplest of beast control techniques, the once-proud Dragon Clan gained a countless number of Transecendant Level fighters.

Many martial artists from Longzhou owed their success to these Blood Slaves, which later led to the establishment of several large and small families, firmly rooted in Longzhou.

The Centre of the Minor Spirit Realm

A wild churning blood pool transformed into a face and yelled, “Fox, there’s trouble!”

“What’s wrong?”

“A powerful human entered, and the puppets can’t stop him!”

“Impossible! I exploded a part of my soul. The Spirit Realm Gate can’t withstand the entry of energy higher than the Mortal Level!”

“See for yourself!”

The face made from blood transformed into a spiritual mirror, which displayed Tang Luo smashing hundreds of puppets with just two swings of his hammer. Even without feeling the aura, one could tell that it was not strength that a Transcendent-Level warrior could muster.

Upon seeing this, even the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon felt a bit uneasy.

Being a Guardian Spirit, he was subdued by the Binding Spirit Formation and couldn’t use his Guardian’s power. But he could still be anywhere in the Minor Spirit Realm because, in a way, he was the Minor Spirit Realm.

“Fox, what do we do now?” the blood face asked once it reverted from the spiritual mirror.

“Hehehehe.” The Nine-tailed Fox Demon suddenly chuckled. “Didn’t you want a powerful body? Here you go!.”

“He must have dispersed his power to enter my cave. Wait for two months until I recover a bit, use my charming powers to bewitch him. Isn’t that perfect for your Body Snatching?”

Hearing this, the blood face was thrilled but then hesitated and asked, “But Fox, won’t you be in danger?”

“Hehe,” the Nine-tailed Fox Demon chuckled. “What danger can there be when I’m already reduced to the last thread of my soul?”

“I am destined to remain trapped in this Minor Spirit Realm. But you can resurrect. This time, after your resurrection, don’t act as recklessly as you did last time. The sky of this continent seems to have changed.”

Before the Fox Demon finished speaking, the blood pool began to churn violently. The blood face filled with hatred yelled, “I refuse to accept this! Dragon King Ao only had an advantage in natural talent. If two hundred and fifty million Blood Slaves can’t do it, then I’ll create a billion.. I swear I will level Long Valley!”