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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 · 東方
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328 Chs

Chapter 125: The Entire Army is Wiped Out (First Update)

Third Community Building, inside a severely damaged house, Jacquen's mangled body lay on the ground, already devoid of warmth.

Dika had a steel rebar piercing through his thigh, and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss.

Across from him, Mikael still held a submachine gun, staying with the last few remaining survivors. Some were CIA agents, others were elite soldiers from the Delta Special Forces, but now they all looked as ragged as refugees.

"Everyone, I underestimated the enemy's ferocity,"

Dika pulled painkillers from his pocket and swallowed them in one gulp, then injected his thigh with a needle.

"How could the enemy have so many armored units?"

Mikael's voice was dull as he glanced down at the tanks and self-propelled grenade launchers continuously bombarding below, each blast shaking their hearts like a heavy hammer, causing agitation and chaos.