Chapter 32: The Invasion of the Demon Race
The atmosphere inside the Cultivation Association was heavy, almost suffocating.
Chairman Guo stood before a table filled with maps and reports, his expression dark.
"A dimensional crack has appeared in the northern district," he said grimly. "And from it… the demons are coming."
His fists clenched, veins bulging with rage.
"Those same uniformed bastards… they've finally made their move. Instead of coming themselves, they've sent the demon race to invade Earth. If we cannot stop them, this world will be consumed in flames."
Shin's eyes narrowed. "So the demons dare to invade our land?"
Guo nodded, his face pale. "The information we received is dire. The Demon Clan has a Demon King—his cultivation has reached the Mahalaya Realm."
Shin's breath hitched. Even he understood what that meant: an existence far beyond anything Earth had yet faced.
"And not only that," Guo continued. "The Demon King is accompanied by eight Demon Commanders. Each one stands at the Tribulation Realm, with some even at the level of Body and Soul Integration."
The room turned silent. The weight of those words pressed down like a mountain.
"We, the Octaplanet experts, are already moving to Earth in full force," Guo said, his voice heavy. "But even then… the chances of victory are slim. This will not be a battle of survival. This will be a battle of extinction."
Shin remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. Guo stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Shin… you must grow stronger, and you must grow fast. The world will need you. Without anomalies like you, humanity will fall."
Shin clenched his fist, feeling the weight of responsibility crash down on him.
"I understand. If demons want to burn Earth, then I'll cut them down—even if I must fight to the death."
With that, he turned and walked out of the Association. The world outside seemed quieter than before, but Shin could feel it—like storm clouds gathering, the invasion of the Demon Race had begun.
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Outside the northern district, the first wave of demons surged from the dimensional crack. Their twisted bodies, horns, and claws dripped with malice, their howls shaking the ground.
Shin gripped his newly obtained Abyssal Void Sword. A faint black aura pulsed from the blade, like an abyss breathing in hunger.
The first demon lunged at him. Shin swung casually. Shhhk! The demon split in two, its body dissolving into mist before even touching the ground.
The sword trembled in excitement, drinking in the blood essence. Shin felt its power surge.
Another demon charged. Then another. Dozens rushed forward like a tide.
Shin's eyes turned cold.
"You dare step on my land? Then I'll slaughter you like pigs and dogs."
He moved. A black arc of sword light tore through the battlefield. Screams filled the air. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred demons were cut into nothing but shredded meat and broken bones.
The Abyssal Void Sword howled, its blade glowing darker, hungrier. Each kill made it stronger, sharper, more terrifying.
Shin stood amidst the corpses, his figure bathed in demonic blood. His killing intent soared like a god of slaughter descending upon the mortal realm.
"Come," Shin whispered coldly, raising the sword. "Let me show you the terror of this abyss."
The next wave of demons hesitated. Even creatures born of darkness could feel it—an aura more terrifying than their own.
And so began the slaughter of demons, their bodies falling one after another beneath the Abyssal Void Sword's terrifying edge.
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⚔️ End of Chapter 32