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Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Jade Brocade Sword · Eastern
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326 Chs

Chapter 121: Heavy Losses (First Update)

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"We... we've escaped."

Nitel sat down on the ground with the joy of a narrow escape, his body covered in both blood and sweat.

The terrifying sensation of bullets whizzing past his scalp from moments ago still left his heart palpitating.

"Old Bill, David, Sarina... they didn't make it out."

Mikael Canto's eyes were filled with self-reproach and regret, those were elite agents from various departments of the United States, and now they all lay buried in the slums of Jimacan, not even their bodies could be recovered.

Such devastating casualties were unprecedented for Mikael Canto.

"So you just run away, bastards? We help you destroy the smuggling factory, and this is how you betray us?"

At this, other special agents who saw their comrades dead or wounded couldn't help but yell angrily at the police who had escaped first.