"Demonic Path, interesting."
"The strongest Martial Artists... This water runs deep. Hua Wu, you really dug a pit for me."
After leaving the Martial Artist Association branch in Star Color District, Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself.
He had already read through that file from beginning to end.
The Demons were powerful!
Extremely powerful!
Even the weakest kind, the common individual known as the Horned Demon, stood two meters tall and possessed immense strength, comparable to a Xiantian expert.
What was even more troublesome was that within the spirit realm where the Demons appeared, not only were modern technological weapons useless, even metal would become rotten and crumble at the slightest touch.
According to the Star Alliance think tank's conjecture, this might have been because the world on the other side—the world of the Demons—had no metal.
At the point where the two worlds overlapped, some of the laws from the other side seeped through, affecting this world and rendering both technology and metal ineffective.
That left the Martial Artists with nothing but their own iron fists to fight the Demons to the death. They could not even equip themselves with a proper set of armor and weapons.
As for special new materials and the like, they had also been proven unusable, completely cutting off any hope of taking shortcuts.
Fortunately, wormholes generally appeared in relatively remote locations, and their frequency was not high. Humanity had avoided excessively heavy casualties, though all kinds of haunting rumors and chemical pollution leak incidents had become somewhat more common.
"Although most of the Demons that appear can be dealt with, I feel this is a little risky..."
Even though he had already reached the Xiantian limit, Zhong Shenxiu remained extremely cautious. Unless he was driven into a desperate corner, he did not want to