Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chapter 1043

The elites of Black Ghost instinctively drew their swords.

What was in front of them were the demonic cultists rushing towards them in madness.

What they could hear was only the beast-like howl of the demon cultists.

Their skin was sore from the demonic energy they exhaled, and a terrible bloody smell penetrated the tip of their noses.

All five senses began sending out furious warnings.

“Huff! Huff!”

A harsh breath escaped from trembling lips.

At that time.

“Haaaaaaaagh!”

With a terrifying scream that could not be known whether it was a human scream or a cry of a demon, the Demonic Cultists attacked the elites of the Black Ghost.

“Kill them”

As if proving that the reputation he had had so far was by no means false, the Black Ghost greeted the Demonic Cultists with high spirits.

Slashhh!

The saber, wrapped in powerful Qi, was swung with terrifying speed.

A truly powerful slash loaded with the will to slash all those who rush at it! Even though his body was stiff from tension, the sharpness of that saber was never inferior to his usual skills.

That slash flew towards the arm of the Demonic Cultist like a beam. It looked as if it would tear off the Cultist’s arm at any moment.

'What? It's nothing... … .'

The saber did not deviate from any expectations and was mercilessly driven into the Cultist's arm. But at that moment, the Black Ghost’s elite warrior widened his eyes.

 

Swaek!

His saber, which should have cut off the arm and be retracted, was shaking while being stuck in the arm of the Demonic Cultist.

'What, what... … ?'

A feeling as if tough, sticky rubber had been slashed with a blunt wooden knife. An alien sensation that should never be felt when cutting a person's arm sent chills down his spine.

 

And soon, he saw.

The Demonic Cultist reached out his hand to him regardless of the saber being stabbed in his arm, and the vulgar pleasure that filled his eyes.

Before he realized what that scene meant, the Cultist's fingers pierced his skull.

 

Ptork!

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

The sound of the demon cult growling echoed in his ears. sound like a beast. It was truly a very raw and disgusting killing intent.

 

“You filthy infidels!”

The Cultist emitted madness from both eyes and lowered the hand that had been planted in the skull. His demonic claws tore the man's face to the bone.

 

Swaek!

“Aaaaaaaaaaagh!”

A desperate scream rang out.

It was natural. Anyone would scream like that if their whole face was ripped off.

“My, my face! Aaaagh! My face!”

Having lost both of his eyes, he reflexively raised his hand to fumble his face. But even that didn't come true. Before his hand could even touch his face, the hands of the Cultist tore off his neck.

Puuut!

Blood gushed from his throat like a fountain. The hot blood soaked the Cultist's black uniform and flowed.

"Ugh… … . Kkeuk... … .”

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

The Demonic Cultist, who had completely surrendered himself to madness, waved his hands wildly, as if he didn’t feel satisfaction. The fingernails covered with demonic energy pierced the body of the one who hadn't stopped breathing. His flesh splattered mercilessly, and his blood splattered.

But, fortunately or unfortunately, his comrades did not have to be outraged by this gruesome spectacle. It was because the demonic cults who rushed in one after another without even having time to get angry attacked them.

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon!”

“All demons shall submit to thy feet!”

Shouting in a boiling voice, reciting a mantra like a fanatic.

It was like a signal announcing the start of a massacre.

Swaek!

The sound of demonic-stained hands tearing off the body resonated bizarrely clear even in the hectic battlefield.

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

“Uuaaaaaagh! Aaargh!”

From the mouths of those whose flesh was ripped alive and whose bones were pulled out, screams that were incomparably more devastating erupted.

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon, Blessings to all the demons! The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon, All demons shall submit to thy feet!”

"Die! Die! Die! You dirty unbelievers! Hahaha! Ugh! Hahahaha!”

Blood was shedding.

The raw flesh torn from the body flies, and the blood that spurts pours down like rain. In the bloody rain, the Demonic Cultists burst into a pure madness. Their eyes, red with madness and murderous intent, glistened non stop as they searched for another victim.

However, the Black Ghost was not pushovers as well.

“These crazy bastards!”

Moon Hyung of the Black Ghost spat out a curse and stabbed his sword. His sword rushing at terrifying speed pierced the eyes of the demonic cult.

Ptork!

Looking at the sword that pierced the enemy's eyes, Moon Hyung felt joy.

“How is it!”

Snap!

But at that moment, the Cultist raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword that was stuck in his face. Then, with one remaining eye, he calmly stared at Moon Hyung.

“Suck!”

Moon Hyung, startled for a moment, desperately tried to draw back his sword. However, his sword did not move in the slightest, as if it had been pressed by a huge rock.

“Huh… … .”

The Cultist slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his eye. It wouldn't be strange if he died writhing in pain, but instead he let out a grotesque laugh.

 

"uh… … . uh... … .”

Completely overwhelmed by that sight, Moon Hyung trembled in fear, his face turned pale.

Kwadeuk!

Of course, the price he had to pay was death.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

The hand penetrated the chest, ripped through the flesh, cut through the bones, and dug in deeper.

"Kkeuk... … .”

Blood flowed back and forth from Moon Hyung's mouth.

“Heavenly Demon… … Second Coming.”

Madness overflowed in the Cultist’s remaining eye. A bright smile spread across his face as if the corners of his lips were hanging from his ears.

“All demons shall submit to thy feet!”

Chwakkk!

The Cultist grabbed the heart of Hyung Moon and pulled it out.

“… … .”

A heart that was still beating and pumping blood laid on the drenched Cultist's hands.

Hyung Moon, who hadn’t stopped breathing yet, stared blankly at his heart.

“Hahahaha!”

At that moment, the Cultist swung his arm like a whip and hit Moon-hyeong on the head. Moonhyung's head, which had been hit with his heart, exploded like a ripe watermelon.

All deaths are unfortunate, but at least for Hyung Moon now, it might be rather fortunate. Because he no longer had to watch this terrible sight through his eyes.

"The second coming of the Heavenly… Demon.”

The Cultist slowly lowered his gaze. Seeing his eyeball fall to the ground, he smirked.

“Your blood… … It will calm us down!”

Stomp!

As if the Demonic Cultist who had trampled on my eyeballs and exploded them roared, he tilted his head once and lunged forward again. Demonic energy rose from his body like smoke, and from the one remaining eye, a reddish glow of blood gushed out.

“This, this crazy… … !”

The elites of Black Ghost were overwhelmed by that momentum and took a step back.

 

Of course, they didn't quietly die at the hands of the enemy. Training is to accumulate in the body, not the mind. Even in a state where they had half lost their will to fight, their weapons faithfully reproduced the trajectory their bodies had drawn numerous times.

However, the trajectory was not complete.

Ptork!

The blades that touched the bodies of the Demonic Cultists, instead of cutting them off, were stuck in their bodies. Their bodies, sticky as if it had been applied with glue, gripped the blade like melted rubber.

'Damn it! What kind of martial arts is this!'

For those who have lost their weapons, the outcome that remains is always the same.

Swaek!

The whole plucked head rolled on the floor. The body, which had lost its head and could no longer be called a human, was attached to the corpse by the Demonic Cultists.

It was like a swarm of anglerfish clinging to their prey.

"Die! You monsters!”

The thrust he fired with all his might pierced the Cultist's chest. The magician's clothes were torn and the sword pierced his flesh.

But… … .

All it did was a few drops of blood. Even the skin around where the sword dug in rushed into the wound as if it had a will. Then, the sword that had invaded his body began to tighten.

“Kuhh… … . Hehehe.”

The Cultist looked at the person who stabbed his stomach with shiny eyes.

"uh… … .”

The refluxed blood leaked through the mask that covered his mouth, but he didn't care at all. He reached out and drove claws sharper than his blade into the wrist holding the sword.

Quaggagak!

His fingernails ripped through flesh with futile ease, then touched the bone.

“Keuk!”

Terrible pain that felt like burning through the body. In front of the pain, even the elites of the Black Ghost could not stand it and opened their mouths.

“Hahahahaha!”

Then, the Cultist burst into laughter and ran forward and shoved his hand between his gaping mouth. Then, grabbing his entire lower jaw, he began pulling with tremendous force.

𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑘𝑘.

Strange bone noises and unimaginable pain. An indescribable fear filled the eyes of those who knew what that pain meant.

“Ah… … . eww… … evil!"

Kwadeuk!

The man's jaw was ripped from his face, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. His body convulsed before the agony he had never imagined.

The Cultist slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his belly. When the sword came out, the hole that had been pierced in an ugly way began to shrink in an instant as if it had been waiting for it. It was a story that he couldn't believe even he I saw it with my own eyes.

"Ugh… … . uh... … .”

“… … unbeliever.”

The Cultist with a cruel smile approached the man who was convulsing and raised the sword he was holding. The point of the sword was none other than the man's mouth.

"Ah… … no… … !”

Ptork!

The sword dug into his throat.

The pain that felt like being pierced with a heated iron skewer made the man finally close his eyes. I hear the devil's whisper in my deafened ears.

“You will never be saved, forever. You dirty unbeliever.”

Swaaeeek!

After saying that, the Demonic Cultist swung the sword and tore the man's body in two, then he threw it onto the floor, and exclaimed

“Kill! Kill them all! Kill all those who dare not know the greatness of the Heavenly Demon and make them pay for their sins!”

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon, Blessings to all the demons!”

A solemn mantra so incongruous with the sheer madness followed.

A fanatic who has lost their God.

The Maras who had lost their everything were releasing the anger and hatred they had accumulated so far in an instant.

Even when their throat was cut, their body was pierced, and their arms were cut off,  they just rushed in, biting and butchering anything in front of them. As if it didn't matter what his life would be if he could defeat his opponent, he turned his eyes away and rushed at him, leaving himself in madness.

“Aaaaaaagh!”

“S-save me!”

Someone lost their will. Someone gritted their teeth to the end and stood up to those who ran. Some ran away with their backs turned, while others thrust their swords into the enemy even as their arms were cut off.

However, the results to be met are brutal.

Death. It is truly an absolute conclusion.

A brutal death that leaves even the body untouched colored the world. Wearing the armor of fanaticism, holding the sword of doctrine, the demons spewed hatred toward all living things at once.

Demonic Cult. The dark name hidden in the abyss of Kang Ho had started to burn like a bloody flame.

The land of Hangzhou had now been stained with Demonism.