Demons Run Amok

The Corridor Gu's shrill screams rose and fell, while dull tremors raced along the Gu-body streets and spread throughout the entire venue.

The enormous hundred-zhang Gu bodies, once firmly joined and layered together to form the marketplace, cracked open. Gu blood seeped out, and countless long legs that had supported stalls, paved roads, and held up corridors shattered inch by inch.

The entire Gu-built marketplace was visibly falling apart and collapsing.

Along with it, every means of concealment the Black Market relied upon failed layer by layer, crumbling completely.

Azure Brightlight Butterfly powder drifted down dimly from the sky, no longer able to isolate auras or conceal tracks. The Luminous Gu floating in midair fell one after another, their spiritual light scattering as they dissolved into specks of broken radiance. The Self-walking Gu attached to everyone's bodies melted away entirely, and the final safeguard that blurred their physical outlines vanished without a trace.

At this moment, the Black Market no longer possessed the slightest shred of secrecy.

The appearances, auras, and cultivation fluctuations once concealed by Gu techniques all leaked out. Countless hidden cultivators, spies, and Rogue Cultivators mingled within the crowd quietly revealed their true faces.

The atmosphere throughout the venue changed in an instant.

Previously, most cultivators had obeyed the rules and stood still to watch because they trusted the Black Market's iron laws to protect them. The moment they acted, they would expose their marks and become living targets.

But now that the defenses had fallen and chaos surged to the heavens, the greed and ambition they had desperately suppressed instantly broke free of their shackles.

Countless covert, greedy gazes pierced through the restless crowd and locked firmly onto the rare stalls scattered throughout the market.

With the entire Black Market already collapsing, everyone wanted to take