Charge!

"The Devouring Heavenly Corpse is a Devouring Heavenly Corpse forged by the Devouring Master using the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. Its combat power is probably comparable to that of Cycle Stage Expert. Don't rush to be the first to charge later."

Lin Dong replied.

"Devouring Heavenly Corpse comparable to a Reincarnation Realm Cycle Stage Expert?"

Zhu Li and Liu Qing exchanged a grave glance, both feeling that the situation was extremely difficult.

This region excludes Cycle Stage Expert from entering, which is the will of the Devouring Master. Because the path to Reincarnation is already established, even if one obtains his inheritance, it will not be of much use. Therefore, the top experts sent by the Four Overlord Clans are no more than Samsara Stage.

Although it is possible to conceal one's aura by using some secret techniques or rare treasures, all the major forces are unwilling to break this tacit understanding and have unanimously chosen to keep the intensity of the battle within a low range.

The Devouring Divine Palace is guarded by Reincarnation Stage experts, which means that no single force can break into the temple alone. Only if all the powerful individuals present join forces will there be a glimmer of hope.

"If none of you are willing to take the lead, then let my Kunpeng Clan do it."

Just as all the factions were busy with their own agendas, an old man's laughter suddenly came from the Kunpeng Clan camp, and the Kunpeng Great Elder stepped forward.

"Ling'er, go."

As Great Elder Kunpeng waved his hand, the cold and beautiful woman named Kun Ling'er lightly touched the air with her jade feet and gracefully flew towards the Ancient Hall on the mountaintop.

The various factions exchanged glances, but none of them voiced their opposition.

Strangely, even after Kun Ling'er passed the strange figure and landed on the steps behind it, the figure holding the black longsword remained motionless, seemingly just a puppet that had long since lost its ability to move.

"Phew~"

The silver-haired beauty, who landed An Ran, breathed a sigh of relief, a deep sense of joy appearing on her delicate face as she dissipated the faint, stagnant Black Intent within her body.

She made the right bet; the method provided by the Great Elder was indeed effective.

"Alright, our guess was right after all. Given the deep connection between Ling'er and the Devouring Master, how could the guards left behind by the Devouring Master harm Ling'er?"

Great Elder Kun Yuan was overjoyed upon seeing this and clenched his fist tightly.

"Hmm? Has that puppet decayed over the long years?"

The various forces that were eager to watch the show were all taken aback, a strong sense of absurdity welling up in their hearts. How could a useless puppet have blocked most of the elite forces of the Demon Domain to this point?

"Hahaha, next in line for the Kunpeng Clan is my Four Symbols Palace."

As the loud laughter subsided, a figure in black sped up the steps with lightning speed.

Many powerful figures who had intended to intercept them immediately stopped when they heard that they were from the Four Symbols Palace. With fifteen experts at the Samsara Stage, the Four Symbols Palace was powerful enough to rival the Eight Royal Clans, which were ranked slightly lower. It was not a place that anyone could mess with.

This time, the figure wielding the black longsword remained motionless, allowing Lin Dong to pass by, and lightly landed beside Kun Ling'er.

"Kun Ling'er, I am Lin Dong from the Four Symbols Palace."

Lin Dong smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the stunned Kun Ling'er.

"Lin Dong, how could you possibly deceive the guards left behind by the Devouring Master?"

The Little Princess from the Kunpeng Clan discarded all her arrogance and pretense, her mouth slightly open, looking incredulously at the man who had landed beside her.

"To be precise, it is the existence of beings who wield the Devouring Power that makes the Devouring Heavenly Corpse consider them harmless, and thus allows them to pass. They are either those who wield the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, or descendants of the Devouring Master, who inherit a small amount of the Devouring Power within them."

"Kun Ling'er, why don't you guess which one I am?"

Lin Dong smiled meaningfully.

"So that's how it is. You are the current controller of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol."

Kun Ling'er's clear eyes flickered, and her gaze toward Lin Dong became increasingly complicated. She subconsciously took a step back.

"Miss Ling'er, are you worried that I will use the Devouring Ancestral Symbol to suppress the Devouring Power within you? There's no need for that. I, Lin Dong, am not that kind of person."

Lin Dong took in the silver-haired beauty's subtle movements and smiled inwardly.

"You even know such a secret? Wait, how did you know that I also have the Devouring Power within me?"

Kun Ling'er let out a delicate shout and quickly covered her mouth with her slender hand.

"Since the Devouring Ancestral Symbol is with me, you can only be a descendant of the Devouring Master. Is there any need to guess?"

Lin Dong glanced at the beauty with a strange expression.

Hmm, big breasts and no brains, the ancients were right.

"..."

Once she realized what was happening, Kun Ling'er quickly buried her head in her hands, her pretty face silently flushed with an unnatural blush.

"Hmm? Commander Lin of the Four Symbols Palace also passed through safely?"

"That puppet must have been destroyed; it was just a false alarm."

"Charge! Charge in!"

Lin Dong's safe passage further confirmed everyone's suspicions. Greed once again overwhelmed reason, and in the blink of an eye, a dark mass of people swarmed up the steps like locusts passing through.

Just then, the dark figure suddenly moved!

"Call out!"

With a flash of light, a dazzling silver blade of light transformed into a crescent moon and swept out, heavily striking the twenty or so figures charging at the forefront.

"Bang bang bang!"

Blood Mist exploded one after another, killing more than twenty experts at the Death Mysterious Stage on the spot. Even the three experts at the Samsara Stage retreated with injuries, their auras extremely weak.

"Reincarnation Stage? This puppet's combat power has actually reached the Reincarnation Stage?!"

A powerful cultivator at the Samsara Stage, covered in blood, clutched the gruesome knife wound on his chest and stared intently at the black shadow that had returned to its original state, exclaiming in shock.

If he hadn't happened to veer slightly to the left, he would have been cleaved in two by that sharp blade of light and died on the spot.

"Hiss, a battle puppet comparable to Cycle Stage Expert?"

A series of commotions arose from the sea of people.

The forces and powerful individuals who lagged behind quickly retreated. Luckily, they had been too slow in their initial charge, or they would be meeting their ancestors by now.

Liu Qing and Zhu Li exchanged a glance, both feeling extremely fortunate.

"Wait, how did Kun Ling'er and Commander Lin get through? Why didn't this battle puppet attack them? This is really strange."

Those who realized what was happening immediately looked at Lin Dong and his companion, but unfortunately found nothing.

"Heh, idiot, do you really think the Eight Ancient Masters with their Connecting Heaven- reaching cultivation are pushovers? Especially since they were a backup plan left behind by the Devouring Master?"

Just as the various forces were in a dilemma, a loud, contemptuous laugh rang out.

The several experts at the Samsara Stage who had intended to teach the gloating person a lesson turned around when they saw that it was Great Elder Mu Di of the Nine Phoenix Clan. They knew they couldn't afford to offend him, so they immediately turned their heads away expressionlessly.

"Grand Elder, it's your turn to make a move."

Great Elder Mu Di glanced disdainfully at the restless group, then respectfully bowed to a figure shrouded in black robes within the Nine Phoenix Clan's ranks.

"A puppet at the Reincarnation Stage, I wonder if it can stop this old man?"

The hood was pulled down, revealing a fair and delicate face. The man's skin was as white as a baby's, and his eyes were nine-colored. He looked to be no more than thirty years old, but his words were filled with endless vicissitudes.