The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: You Want to Leave?

The overwhelming Nascent Soul aura descended upon Black Devil Peak like a mountainous presence. The patrolling cultivators immediately fell to their knees, the very thought of resistance slipping away from them.

As Ma Feiyue passed by, a mere flick of her fingers caused the heads of these cultivators to burst instantly—as if crushed by an invisible, mighty hand. Wherever she went, a trail of dismembered bodies followed. Not a single cultivator survived.

Yet, someone, in their dying moments, managed to sound the alarm. The loud clanging of the bell echoed piercingly through Black Devil Peak, waking every sleeping cultivator and mortal on the mountain.

Though Lin Fan was known as the least impressive among the Golden Core disciples under the elder of the Myriad Souls Sect, Black Devil Peak housed over a hundred cultivators, including Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators. Including the mortals serving these cultivators, the population reached at least five thousand.

A man and a woman clutching a child were attempting to flee when they burst out of their dwelling, only to see the sinister figure of a woman standing before them—behind her, two headless corpses lay in a pool of blood that stained the stone path red.

The man and woman turned ashen and immediately fell to their knees, begging for mercy. "Immortal, please spare us! We are but ordinary mortals..."

Ma Feiyue sneered. "Mortals? Mortals serving the demon are not innocents; they are deserving of death!"

With a single grasp, the man and woman were horrifically crushed together by an indescribable force, instantly turning into a grotesque mash of flesh and bone, unrecognizable as human. Even their bones were pulverized.

With a thud, this mass of flesh fell before the child, making a sickening sound.

The child, only five years old, could not comprehend why his parents were suddenly reduced to a pulp. Tears streamed down his face as he began to wail.

Ma Feiyue, seeing the child's loud cries, frowned in annoyance. "Crying? I despise crying the most."

With a fierce slap, the child, who had been crying just a moment ago, was now smashed into the stone pavement, perfectly flush with the ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ma Feiyue's cold laughter echoed as her form, ghostlike, surged forward with devastating speed. With a mere wave of her hand, the ground seemed to rupture as an entire area of mortals' dwellings collapsed, burying those inside under rubble and debris before they could even think to escape.

At the summit's grand hall, Zhu Jie, roused by the thunderous noise, sleepily stumbled out of bed. As he pushed open the door, he was met with the sight of a woman bathed in moonlight slowly approaching. Despite being alone, her presence was suffocating, like the immense pressure of an ocean weighing down upon him.

Instinctively filled with dread, Zhu Jie didn't hesitate to crush a talisman stone—a protective measure given to him by Chu Xuan.

"Who are you! How dare you barge into the grand hall of Black Devil Peak!" Zhu Jie managed to shout, gasping for air.

Ma Feiyue sneered, "A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to roar at a Nascent Soul?" She unleashed her aura forcefully.

With a thud, Zhu Jie was forced to his knees, not by choice but overwhelmed by the vast gap in their power. He screamed in agony as the intense pressure was so great that his thigh bones shattered through his knees, embedding deeply into the floor of the grand hall. Blood quickly pooled around him.

Ma Feiyue's expression remained indifferent. "Such an unpleasant scream." With a slight lift of her hand, she violently squeezed.

With a grotesque sound, Zhu Jie's head burst, just like those of the other cultivators on Black Devil Peak, and his screams abruptly ceased.

Ma Feiyue strode towards the cultivation chamber. The chamber's door, thick and carved with arrays, would have been a formidable barrier to any Golden Core cultivator. But to a Nascent Soul like her, it was as fragile as tofu. With a single palm strike, she blasted the stone door apart, shattering the array engraved upon it.