Chapter 223: Deepsea Devil Whale King, Hurry Up, I'm in a Rush_1

The sky was gray, a purple moon emanating a faint glow, with a hint of sulfur permeating the air.

Ordinary people would probably feel suffocated if they stayed here for just a short while.

The pitch-black earth was covered in dark red bloodstains.

In the distance, pairs of winged demons, eerily human-like in appearance, were circling above.

Hordes of fierce-looking hellhounds were charging.

Besides them, demonfolk and imps were also engaged in battle.

They were determined to slaughter all the intruders from the alternate dimension!

These damned humans!

"Second Priest, this feeling is just too exhilarating. I can feel my potential rising, and the bottleneck that has troubled me for many years is starting to loosen," Snakelance Douluo laughed heartily, his eyes brimming with excitement.

To ordinary people, the Demonic Plane is not a good place. Even living in this world is very difficult.

But for a powerful Soul Master like him, this is simply a treasure trove.

As long as he slaughters the demons of this world, he can receive energy feedback through the golden leaf mark in his hands. He could clearly feel his body's functions and potential changing.

If this continued for a long time, not only would his cultivation level break through the bottleneck, but his future achievements would be immeasurable.

"Then let's cut the chatter and kill more demons. Nothing is more solid than that. It's not just you who've discovered this benefit. Everyone's as eager as if they just had the strength of nursing babes."

As Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, he casually killed a Flame Demon with strength comparable to a Soul Douluo.

As the life essence of the Flame Demon was devoured, a mysterious force proliferated within his body, causing Golden Crocodile Douluo to comfortably squint his eyes.

In his heart, a voice told him that if he continued fighting, it wouldn't be long before he could reach a realm that was once unattainable.

Level 99, Titled Douluo was his dream!

Similarly, around him were thousands of Soul Masters with varying strengths.

Though tens of thousands had come to the Demonic Plane, and there had already been some casualties among these human Soul Masters, the eyes of those remaining were filled with a frenzied glint.

Killing demons to enhance cultivation—who wouldn't take such an opportunity?

If one wanted to stand out, this was their only chance.

After a long while.

The battle gradually came to an end.

In this conflict, the humans lost five to six hundred Soul Masters.

But the number of demons killed or injured was more than ten times that of the humans.

This was normal.

After all, the position where the portal opened was within the Alba Territory of the Demon Lord.

Since Alba had previously invaded Soul Land, he had almost called away all the powerful demons in his territory, and those demons had died in Soul Land. Now the remnants in Alba's territory were weaker demons.

On the human side, however, there were several Titled Douluo-level Experts leading, not to mention a considerable number of Soul Douluo Level Powerhouses and Soul Saints.

At this moment, this was an extremely powerful force. They were invincible in the territory, and it was like a dimensionality reduction attack for the surviving demons.

Soon, territories that were occupied by demons were cleared out, and Golden Crocodile Douluo made a rough tally—about 1,500 Soul Masters had fallen.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a huge number. Before the demons descended, such mass deaths of Soul Masters on Soul Land were rare.

However, this was nothing compared to their achievements. They had killed about 50,000 demons so far.

In any war, casualties are inevitable, and such a huge casualty ratio was already a huge victory for the human Soul Masters.

Furthermore, the benefits received by everyone were immense. In just a few days, their overall strength had greatly increased.

Soul Elder-level Soul Masters had risen by an average of five levels each.

Soul Ancestor-level and Soul King-level Soul Masters had risen by an average of four levels each.

Soul Emperor-level and Soul Saint-level Soul Masters had risen by an average of two levels each.

Soul Douluo-level Soul Masters had also averaged an increase of one level each.

Without a doubt, the higher the level of a Soul Master, the less the increase in strength, but the actual gains were not insignificant.

Take the Soul Douluo-level powerhouses for instance; they needed at least several years to increase a single level of Soul Power.

And a Soul Elder?

If they had decent talent, they could rise several levels in a year.

Compared this way, the higher the cultivation level of the Soul Master, the greater the benefit received.

So, while over fifteen hundred Soul Masters lay buried in the Demonic Plane, the collective increase in cultivation had not weakened the combat strength of the group.

"Second Priest, now that the demons in the Alba Territory have been mostly cleared out, what's our next move?" Snakelance Douluo approached on top of a black mountain peak and asked seriously.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, his back to him, gazed into the distance, "Wherever our gaze falls, that is our next direction. But before that, there should be some Soul Masters who have reached a bottleneck and need to acquire Soul Rings, right?"

"Indeed," Snakelance Douluo nodded, "Almost a thousand of them, but most are Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors. There are less than a hundred stronger than Soul Kings."

"Then let them go back to acquire Soul Rings before returning. Our next step is to attack the territories of other Monarchs, and we want our team to be as strong as possible." After a slight pause, Golden Crocodile Douluo added, "Also, ask the Great Priest if they can send more people here, preferably some powerhouses. After all, the strength of the upcoming Demon Lords is intact, and they are likely to be no less powerful than Alba."