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Gritting their teeth, Misco and his men held their breath as they stared at the entrance. This was their secret hideout; they couldn't believe the Sword Demon had discovered it.

However, reality proved otherwise. In the distance, a silhouette appeared, walking calmly toward them.

Seeing the new arrival, all the Necoris felt their hearts nearly leap out of their chests. Their greatest nightmare had arrived.

How is this possible?! they all screamed internally.

They had made ample preparations to secure their hideout, setting countless traps throughout the mine. Yet, the Sword Demon had still found them.

"Sword Demon…" Misco's voice was low, filled with nervousness and unwillingness.

He had tried desperately to avoid this human expert, yet here he was, relentless in his pursuit. This man was hell-bent on killing them all, igniting a raging anger deep within Misco's soul.

"Sword Demon," he repeated, stepping forward. "I tried to avoid you, but now I realize I was naive. You won't stop chasing us until one of us is dead."

"Do you think the mighty Necoris are so easily bullied? Today, I'll show you the strength of our race!"

Misco's voice rose to a crescendo, invigorating his men's morale—only for Lang Bai's voice to douse it like cold water.

"Are you done? Who's dying first?"

Lang Bai's voice was so casual as if he was talking about something insignificant. He was not a human from the Magma Plane but from the Lotus World with the Pagoda bloodline.

To him, they were nothing but weak helpless chickens.

"Hmm?"

Misco and his men were dumbfounded, staring at Lang Bai as he calmly unsheathed his sword.

The shimmering blade sent chills down their spines. Others might not understand the pressure Lang Bai exuded, but the Necoris—who had caused chaos throughout the Soaring Cloud Region—were now trembling before him.

"Hmph!" Misco scoffed, shattering the invisible pressure as he raised his weapon, a massive scythe. Experience new tales on empire

"Let me witness the power of the Sword Demon!" he shouted, charging forward. The scales on his body gleamed with luster, tightening to enhance his defense.

As a Tier-2 warrior, Misco had his pride. He wouldn't allow a mere human expert to look down on him. Deep down, he hoped the rumors about Lang Bai's strength were exaggerated.

"Die!" he roared, swinging his scythe in a deadly arc aimed at Lang Bai's neck.

Lang Bai's expression didn't change. He calmly raised his sword and swung it vertically.

Misco only saw a bright flash—and then everything was over. His weapon shattered into two, and his body followed suit.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"H-How…" A guttural sound escaped his lips as his body split in half.

Till death, he couldn't understand how a mere human could have such an unfathomable power.

Silence.

That was the only thing that permeated the air.

For a moment, no one dared to make a sound. The Necoris stared at their dead commander in shock.

Although they knew the Sword Demon was powerful, they believed Misco would stand a chance. Who could have expected him to die in a single strike?

While they were still frozen in disbelief, Lang Bai's voice echoed through the mine.

"Who's next?"

Hmm!

What do you mean who's next? The Necoris wanted to cry but there was no tears in their eyes

They swallowed hard, their throats dry as they instinctively stepped back. They were terrified.

The Sword Demon was far more terrifying than they had imagined. Against such a monster, what could they do?

Alkens and Cunots exchanged a subtle glance and nodded. They weren't fools. From the moment Lang Bai arrived, they knew there was only one option: fight to the death.

"Let's attack together! I don't believe the Sword Demon can kill all of us at once!" Alkens shouted, his voice brimming with forced confidence.

"Fight and die together!" Cunots added, raising his broadsword.

"Fight!" the Necoris roared in unison, their blood boiling with fighting intent.

They rushed toward Lang Bai, swinging their weapons and unleashing their strongest attacks. There was no room for hesitation; their survival depended on this moment.

"Futile."

Lang Bai sneered, swinging his sword once again.

The incoming bright light was blinding. Alkens and Cunots felt an unparalleled pressure descend upon them. They tried to dodge, but their bodies refused to respond.

Though the attack seemed slow, it was impossibly swift. In the blink of an eye, it reached them and sliced through their bodies like paper.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Miserable screams echoed from the depths of the mine, but they faded quickly. Moments later, the surrounding forest fell silent, shrouded in an eerie tranquility.

Emerging from the mine, Lang Bai stood still for a moment, gazing at the quiet forest. Then, he rose into the sky and disappeared.

Hundreds of meters away, a group of hunters froze as they heard the Necoris' screams. Shivers ran down their spines.

Filled with curiosity, they cautiously moved toward the source of the sound.

The next day, news of the Necoris' gruesome demise spread throughout the region.

Many were shocked to learn that a powerful Tier-2 Necoris had been hiding among them—and that it was only thanks to the Sword Demon that they had been saved.

The inhabitants of the Soaring Cloud Region were full of praise for Lang Bai, their protector against the savage Necoris.

No longer afraid, they held their heads high, daring the Necoris to show themselves again.

A day later, the Celestial Heavenly Store released an announcement on You Connect:

"All Necoris in the Soaring Cloud Region have been eradicated."

The region erupted in celebration.

For the first time in history, the Soaring Cloud Region was free of Necoris. Once an unkillable parasite, the Necoris were now gone—thanks to the Celestial Heavenly Store.

The store's prestige soared to unimaginable heights. Villages and towns begged the store to establish branches in their areas.

In their eagerness, some village chiefs and town leaders even began building Celestial Heavenly Store structures independently, hoping to attract the store's attention.

But their celebrations were short-lived.

A mighty army was marching in at the Soaring Cloud Region border.