Demon Mission

Finally, after those fiends entered the 'business class' cabin ahead, the Metal Lifeform finally set off, slicing through the vast sky. A giant purple-black phantom vanished in an instant above the gates of Luoyue City. It was merely a faint black dot on the distant horizon, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely out of sight.

Hodan closed his eyes, waiting for the people from the Fiend Castle to come and explain the mission. Before long, the silver-robed elder who had greeted them at the entrance finally appeared in the front row.

"Everyone!" the silver-robed elder said with a smile, his voice ringing out clearly. "There are a total of one thousand people participating in this Fiend assessment! I presume you all know that the process is extremely dangerous. The probability of death is exceptionally high! Yet, you all came... at the very least, in terms of courage, you are qualified to become Fiends."

"Without further ado, those who are relatively familiar with Fiends should know that they can accept missions at the Fiend Castle! These missions are categorized by rank!"

"As for your assessment mission, it is a one-star mission we have selected from a vast array of tasks that is suitable for you! As long as you meet the standard, you will be promoted to a one-star Fiend."

"Mission location: Howling Wind Valley. Howling Wind Valley is also a necessary passage for outsiders entering our Silvermoon City. The existence of bandits in Howling Wind Valley has seriously affected the security of Silvermoon City, robbing passing merchants and harming the interests of Silvermoon City. Therefore, Silvermoon City has issued a Fiend mission to completely eradicate the bandit gang in Howling Wind Valley. The proof of the mission is the wristbands of the Howling Wind Valley bandits; this is their unique internal identifier."

"You must bring these wristbands to the Fiend Castle to prove that you have completed the mission."

Suddenly, the entire rear cabin erupted in noise. Everyone began discussing it with one another.

In truth, this could be considered a very standard mission. Silvermoon City would also occasionally sweep through these bandits to maintain order.

"Quiet," the silver-robed elder said loudly. "There is one more thing I must inform you all of. The bandits have three leaders, and their strength is extremely formidable. Your mission is to suppress the bandits, and they will not sit idly by waiting for death. You will face the powerful onslaught of the three leaders and the desperate attacks of the god-level experts throughout the entire bandit camp. Of course, we also have powerful Fiends helping to pin down their leaders."

"This trip to Howling Wind Valley does not only include you all. There are also some two-star and three-star Fiends, and even a four-star Fiend squad," the silver-robed elder said with a faint smile. "I expect that when you set off, you noticed that a group of Fiends also arrived. Their mission is to deal with the bandit leaders."

"However, the rest of the god-level experts are your own concern. Therefore, how the outcome unfolds depends on you yourselves. Remember, as long as you deliver the wristbands to complete the mission, it does not matter what methods you use."

The people present were not fools; they naturally understood that this sentence from the silver-robed elder was a veiled way of saying that it didn't matter if they killed each other for the ones they hadn't obtained, as long as they eventually got the wristbands and delivered them to the Fiend Castle.

Hodan, who had his eyes closed, opened them and immediately spoke: "If I bring back the wristbands or the heads of the leaders, will my Fiend rank be promoted?"

As soon as Hodan's words were spoken, the entire cabin was in an uproar. However, seeing that Hodan was a High-God, no one said much. If a High-God does not actively reveal their aura, no one knows how many profound mysteries they have fused. Even a High-God who had refined a Godspark would have the strength of a three-star Fiend. Thus, everyone turned their eyes to the silver-robed elder, clearly wanting to know the answer from him as well.

The silver-robed elder did not intend to keep them in suspense and said: "Actually, this was originally a mission for four-star Fiend experts to promote to five-star Fiends. We have separated the small fry from it. Of course, if you are able to kill them and return to the Fiend Castle, then you will be able to become five-star Fiends."

Finally, after about half a month, they were only a few hundred miles away from the location of Hodan's mission. A Fiend with long, brownish-yellow hair emerged from the front cabin. His long hair was draped loosely, but his gaze was very cold and sharp.

Hodan looked at the Fiend Badge on his chest; it was clearly at the four-star Fiend level. Fiend Badges looked the same on the surface. Only by using special methods could one determine their rank. Hodan's own clan had many Seven-Star Fiends, so he naturally knew this method of judgment.

These few people should be the main characters of this mission. After all, they were the ones applying for the five-star Fiend rank, while Hodan and the others were just there to make up the numbers, responsible only for those ordinary god-level experts.

"Everyone, we are aware that you have come to participate in the Fiend assessment," a voice rang out in the minds of all one thousand people, including Hodan. "My mission is to deal with the bandit leaders, which is far more dangerous than yours. Your mission is to kill those ordinary bandits. I hope you do not hold me back. Alright, everyone is ready now, so let's set off."

Divine sense transmission covering everyone? It must cover a distance of at least several hundred meters.

Divine sense transmission is very difficult in Hell.

This indicated that the strength of the person transmitting was close to that of a five-star Fiend.

The brownish-yellow haired man continued the divine sense transmission: "We are now setting off for Howling Wind Valley. You one thousand people, follow behind me."

Immediately—

With the brownish-yellow haired man in the lead, followed by over twenty Fiends headed by two four-star Fiends, they soared into the air simultaneously and flew toward Howling Wind Valley.

Suddenly, the army of a thousand people participating in the Fiend assessment also took flight. Hodan naturally blended into this army and flew toward Howling Wind Valley as well.

Beneath the brownish-yellow haired man were two four-star Fiends: one was a man in black robes whose face could not be seen clearly, and the other was a burly man in green robes. As the brownish-yellow haired man took the lead, the two four-star Fiends also soared into the air almost simultaneously and flew directly toward Howling Wind Valley. And immediately after... the other Fiends also took flight, and then, the thousand-man team Hodan was in followed immediately behind.

Three phantoms arrived above Howling Wind Valley in an instant. The brownish-yellow haired man looked around at everyone and said: "Everyone get ready, I am going to make my move."

After speaking, he took a deep breath. With a roar, his body began to rise. Then, he flipped his hand, and a green longsword appeared, its entire body radiating a bloody, murderous aura. It was clear that it had drunk the blood of many experts.

Then, he gripped the green longsword in his right hand tightly, divine power condensing. A peculiar fluctuation was brewing. When his divine power reached its peak, he swung the longsword in his hand fiercely toward the bandit camp.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The moment the longsword fell, countless wind blades formed, turning into a storm. Finally, they coalesced into a single entity, forming a tornado that whistled toward the entire bandit camp. Wherever the storm passed, space began to distort, trees were uprooted, and houses were reduced to sky-filling debris under the ravages of the tornado.

When the tornado reached the center of the camp, it paused abruptly, then transformed into sky-filling dancing blades. Countless wind blades split off from the tornado, continuously slicing through the bandit camp. Countless sword marks appeared all over the ground.

The weak bandits, in the face of this tornado that was like a natural disaster, had their divine bodies and souls sliced into pieces directly.

Hodan was stunned. The Dimensional Blade profound mystery of the Wind Laws. I didn't expect this Wind-style cultivator to have developed such a large-scale attack skill.

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