Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 495: Encountering the Demon Cult

"Now ten thousand years have passed. Where have the gods of the human race gone?" Chen Xiner's voice broke the silence. Her eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness. She bit her lower lip lightly, frowned slightly, and her voice trembled a little, as if this question carried endless worries. "Now we have all forgotten the existence of the monster clan. If they break out of the seal, who will deal with them?" She looked at Lin Feng, as if seeking an answer, and as if expecting him to give her a little peace of mind.

Chen Yu's face became solemn. He clenched the weapon in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and his voice was low and worried: "There are no gods in our world now. The gods of monsters are still sealed. If we let them break out of the seal, we won't be able to deal with them at all." His eyes revealed deep fear, as if he had already seen the unimaginable disaster scene. His body trembled slightly, and he was a little breathless under the pressure of this heavy possibility.

Lin Feng's face was as dark as ink. He knew full well that the historical record on these bamboo slips was more than just a story of the past; it held the key to the future of the entire world. He carefully placed the bamboo slips in his arms, as if guarding the fate of the entire world. "No matter what, we must continue our search. Perhaps there are more clues to the seal and the gods here." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing through the passage like a bell, instilling courage and strength in everyone.

The four continued on their way, the stone pavement bumpy and uneven from age, their figures flickering in the dim light. Finally, they arrived at an open space. It was vast, with numerous doorways dotted around it, each one seemingly leading to a completely different, mysterious world, emitting an irresistible aura of the unknown.

Before Lin Feng and the others could make their choice and prepare to enter one of the doors, they suddenly heard light footsteps from the other direction. Everyone instantly became alert. Lin Feng quickly drew his Star Blade, its blade flashing with a cold light, making it particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Xu Tian tightened his grip on his halberd, Chen Yu raised his spear, and the three of them formed a fan-shaped formation, protecting Chen Xin'er in the middle. Chen Xin'er tightly grasped her sword and hid behind them, her eyes filled with tension and vigilance.

Dozens of masked, black-robed figures slowly entered from a doorway. Their figures loomed in the dim light, like ghosts emerging from the darkness. Their footsteps were measured and muffled, each one seeming to weigh heavily on the hearts of the crowd.

Two images of black-robed figures stood out. One featured a Taowu, a ferocious beast with blood-red eyes that seemed to burn with endless rage. Every hair on its body stood on end, each strand seeming to speak of its brutality, creating a formidable aura. The other featured a Taotie, a beast whose image was particularly striking. Its enormous mouth gaped as if it could swallow the entire world, saliva dripping from its corners. Its greedy expression seemed as if nothing in the world could satisfy its desires.

The five black-robed figures were made of a different material than the others, thicker and more textured, with a faint sheen, like the most mysterious starlight in the night sky. Their cuffs were embroidered with delicate dark red patterns, winding upward like vines, dotted with tiny thorns, as if hinting at the hardships and pain of growing up. Each pattern was like a hidden story. The rest of the robes were pure black, without any pattern, appearing particularly mysterious and profound, as if concealing endless secrets.

"Is this really the residence of God? Why is there nothing here?" The man with the Taowu pattern on his black robe spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt. He raised his head slightly and looked around through the gap in the mask. There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes and his body twisted slightly, as if he was extremely disappointed with the scene before him.

"There is such a sacred aura here, it should be correct." The man with the Taotie pattern responded, his voice low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, "It's just that we haven't found the key yet." He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a greedy light flashing in his eyes, as if he was already imagining the huge treasure hidden in the divine palace. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

"There are so many monsters outside. If there is nothing in here, we will suffer a great loss." The man with the Taowu pattern continued to complain. His hands were clenched into fists and his body was trembling slightly. He seemed to be trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. The breathing under the mask became heavy.

"Let's go over there and take a look," the man with the Taotie pattern said, and then he walked towards a door. His steps were steady and firm, as if he was full of confidence and anticipation for the place he was about to explore, and each step exuded an unquestionable momentum.

As the black-robed men gradually walked away, Lin Feng and the others came out from their hiding place. They looked in the direction where the black-robed men had left, then glanced at the numerous doorways around them, their hearts filled with hesitation and decision.

Chen Xiner's eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness. She subconsciously moved closer to Lin Feng, biting her lower lip lightly, frowning slightly, and broke the silence with a trembling voice: "Which force are these people from?" Her voice echoed in this silent space, like a frightened bird, with obvious uneasiness.

Xu Tian frowned slightly, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He glanced around, as if afraid that those mysterious people would appear again. He lowered his voice and replied, "They are from the Demon Cult. It is rumored that the people of the Demon Cult dress like this." His voice was low and steady, but his words revealed his fear of the Demon Cult.

Lin Feng's face was solemn. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the direction the Demon Cult members had left, as if he wanted to engrave their figures in his mind. He said slowly, "The two men with the Taowu and Taotie patterns on their black robes are very powerful. They should be close to the level of a semi-saint."

These words resonated like thunder in everyone's ears. Xu Tian, ​​Chen Xin'er, and Chen Yu's pupils instantly constricted, their faces filled with shock and fear. Chen Yu's face turned pale, his body trembling slightly, his voice trembling and panicked. "So what do we do? Should we leave?" His eyes, filled with anxiety, darted back and forth between Lin Feng and the others, trying to find some reassurance or answer.

However, just as Chen Yu finished speaking, a shrill wail suddenly erupted from the direction of another door. The sound was like a sharp knife, slicing through the silent air and sending chills down one's spine. The four men's expressions instantly turned grim. A flicker of determination flashed across Lin Feng's eyes. He made a quick gesture, and the four men immediately understood. They hurriedly returned to their hiding spots and hid.