Asura Mad Emperor

Seeing this, Ji Huo'er suddenly sported a cunning smile, her two little canine teeth revealed as she said with a laugh, "If you're not going to make a move, is there another way?" She thought Qinchuan was about to take action himself.

Having witnessed Qinchuan's prowess, she knew he was certainly not afraid of this swarm of demon ants, and that's why she had fearlessly barged into the midst of them, unleashing her might. If she had encountered this overwhelming swarm of ants alone, she would have already fled in a panic.

She was here to hunt for treasure, not to fight a desperate battle.

"Merely a swarm of demon ants, unworthy of this young master's direct involvement."

Qinchuan looked down upon the Eight Desolates with an indifferent expression and spoke leisurely.

This elicited another roll of the eyes from Ji Huo'er, "We know you're formidable, no need to act all profound. Just tell us how we can get out of this godforsaken place." When she finished, she even exaggeratedly made a little face.

In this world, probably only she dared to speak so brazenly to Qinchuan, who didn't mind. Having such a mischievous girl by his side was somewhat amusing.

Qinchuan continued, "Have you forgotten what we're riding on this big guy? Do you really think it's a vegetarian?"

Following that, he slapped the Double-winged Demon Tiger's Heavenly Spirit Cover with his hand and coldly shouted, "Stop playing dead, it's your turn to show off!"

The Demon Tiger felt incredibly aggrieved when suddenly slapped; it was now merely a mount. Without Qinchuan's command, how dare it act on its own?

With Qinchuan's implicit consent in its grasp, it transformed its grievances and frustration into anger. Its eyes glowed crimson as it stared at the overwhelming swarm of demon ants in front of it.

This king might not be able to deal with this youngster, but can't I handle a bunch of you lowly ants?

"Roar——"

An angry roar echoed through heaven and earth, and one could clearly see a semi-transparent rippling wave emanating from the void, like a huge wave in the sea, overwhelmingly powerful, making the Nine Heavens thunder.

With the roar, ripples spread like waves in all directions. When the ripples touched the demon ants, they were instantly scattered, pulverized into dust.

The ripples continued to push outward in waves; the boundless swarm of demon ants was like the sea in a storm, where a gigantic whirlpool tsunami formed. Wherever the ripples passed, the demon ants were turned into dust.

"Holy cow, is this big guy that powerful? I hadn't noticed!" Ji Huo'er exclaimed aloud and gave a knock on the Demon Tiger's head.

Ling Xian'er seemed to understand, her beautiful eyes sparkling, "This must be some sort of restraining relationship. Your fire elemental mysterious technique has a profound effect against Yin Spirits, and while these demon ants thrive in the desert realm and are unafraid of fire element mysterious laws, they fear Yin Spirits."
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Qinchuan unexpectedly glanced at Ling Xian'er, nodded, and said, "That's right. In this small world, Yin Spirits are naturally the bane of fierce beasts. In the face of the Double-winged Demon Tiger's attack, the demon ants' resistance is useless."

Insipred by his words, Ji Huo'er's spirits lifted, and she declared, "With this big guy here, won't we be invincible?"

After speaking, she leapt onto the head of the Double-winged Demon Tiger, her figure stretching out, a bright and colorful Four-tailed Fire Fox stood proudly, a stunning sight to behold.

She called out sweetly, "Come on, you ugly lot, watch this lady burn you to death." As she spoke, flames spewed from her mouth, incinerating the demon ants before her; but relying solely on these flames, devoid of the power of Dao Magic, they were hardly a threat to the demon ants.

The onlookers smiled knowingly, thinking what a classic case of 'the fox exploiting the tiger's might.'

The Double-winged Demon Tiger was virtually unstoppable, turning demon ants into dust wherever it went, carving a path of survival through the boundless waves.

Finally, after the Double-winged Demon Tiger had slaughtered its way through hundreds of kilometers, numerous ant kings began to feel intimidated, and like a receding tide, the demon ants rapidly retreated, burrowing into the sand and gravel in an instant.

In an instant, the dark tide receded, revealing the desert's true appearance.

After the demon ants withdrew, the Winged Demon Tiger once again accelerated, leaping into the air and leaving the area behind.

The different regions in this small world also varied in size, such as the grassland that Qinchuan and the others had first passed through, where they sped across on foot and exited in two days.

There was also the territory of the Winged Demon Tiger, the Primeval Forest, which it had left behind in just five days by spreading its wings, but this desert expanse was boundless and vast, without end.

The Winged Demon Tiger flew day and night continuously, soaring for a month, and repelled several waves of demon ants and demon wolves, encountering lord-level Yin Spirits and Fierce Beasts twice.

But in this boundless desert, one still could not see the end in sight.

During this month, Ding Hao and others continuously inquired and sought enlightenment about the path of cultivation from Qinchuan.

Before this, everyone had been pointed out by Qinchuan about the inadequacies within their Mysterious Techniques and Secret Techniques, and they did not expect Qinchuan to also be profoundly astonishing in his enlightenment of the great Dao.

Ding Hao and the others were aided in overcoming the obstacles and bottlenecks they faced in cultivation, as Qinchuan dispelled their doubts one by one, which left them feeling as if a long drought had been met with sweet rain.

Because of Qinchuan's explanations and guidance, the three of them successively broke through to the Dao Palace Realm, achieving the transformation from Martial Artists to Cultivators, and their strength greatly increased.

Due to the breakthroughs of the three individuals, the group was delayed an additional three days on their journey. It was only after fifty days that they passed through the golden passageway and left the region.

The Winged Demon Tiger did not stop, flying rapidly forward, and continued flying for more than a hundred days, charging through ten different regions.

As they crossed regions and drew nearer to the Central Area of this world, the number of Yin Spirits they encountered along the way dwindled, but the number of Human Race members and Fierce Beasts increased.

Qinchuan turned solemn, aware that several months had passed in the outside world and the Spirit Martial Great Tomb had opened several times. Presumably, the news of Spiritual Treasures emerging from the Great Tomb had spread far and wide, and a continuous stream of Martial Artists had begun to enter this secret realm.

Since Qinchuan chose a passageway that led to the outermost edge of the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, they had to travel day and night without stopping, while many others had chosen different passageways to enter directly into this place.

Meanwhile, Qinchuan also encountered several teams from the Netherworld Hall. After Qinchuan destroyed those from the Netherworld Hall, he obtained eight more Prayer Beads. Combined with what he had acquired in the Primeval Forest, he now possessed nine Prayer Beads.

The nine Prayer Beads were translucent and resplendent, as flawless as jade, and when strung together, they formed a very attractive bracelet.

Seeing this string of Prayer Beads, Qinchuan gradually began to form some ideas in his heart.

After Qinchuan and the others passed through another golden passageway, they were greeted by the sight of an ancient city, dilapidated but majestic.

The city walls of this ancient city were a hundred meters high, spanning from east to west. Even with its crumbling ruins and broken walls, the city stretched endlessly, with no end in sight.

Looking on, one felt a stirring of emotion; beneath the vastness of this city, one seemed as insignificant as an ant.

The mottled city walls were stained with blood, countless broken swords and spears protruded from the walls, testifying to the extremely fierce battle that had once taken place here.

"This... How can there be a city here?"

Though Ding Hao had entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb before, he had never been to the central region of this world, and his face showed his shock.

In this small world, aside from Yin Spirits and Fierce Beasts, how could there be an ancient city here?