Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 446: The Beginning Of The War (Part 14)

Chapter 446: The Beginning Of The War (Part 14)

After some thought, she decided to put the amulets away.

After the ants below devoured the bodies of their fallen comrades, they began emerging from the rear, showing their heads in the pit.

Amalia, having regained some of her spiritual energy, wielded her sword and struck them without hesitation.

The sword struck the heads of two Bronze Formanterror, causing blue blood to splatter.

Adjudant Calderón, who had been worried they might not be able to handle so many Bronze Formanterror, was instantly encouraged by this sight.

He realized they could defend the pit.

By guarding it and striking down any Bronze Formanterror that emerged, they could manage the situation.

Amalia told him, "Adjudant Calderón, take several squads outside to prevent the ants from attacking from other locations. Leave a few people with me to guard this area."

"Right, we can’t afford to overlook other areas," Adjudant Calderón agreed, grateful for her guidance.

He had initially been startled by the Bronze Formanterror and hadn’t thought things through.

He quickly assigned a team to stay and took the rest away.

Amalia exhaled a slight sigh of relief.

She wasn’t too worried because she had Wealth with her.

If the Bronze Formanterror did burrow elsewhere, Wealth should be able to detect it.

The concern was more about whether they would have enough time to respond.

As long as they contained the ants in the pit, there shouldn’t be too much to worry about.

This would render the high-level mutated creatures’ plan ineffective.

After Adjudant Calderón left, he clearly understood this and promptly mobilized most of the available forces.

Some lightly wounded soldiers also volunteered to join.

At the same time, the sounds of the explosions from the amulets Amalia threw reached outside.

The sudden explosions in the city made the human experts who were fighting on the battlefield worry about what might have happened in the city.

"Kenny, finish off the Purple Pavoraiah as quickly as you can. Something might have happened in the city," Tony Lin was dealing with the leader of the Brown Mantuleaf, a particularly tough opponent, and couldn’t spare himself.

Kenny Lin seemed to remember the sound waves just emitted by the Yellow Owlfire.

He looked around the city walls and noticed that Amalia was no longer there.

She noticed it so quickly; it was most likely that Wealth had informed her.

Apart from the initial explosions, there hadn’t been any significant disturbances in the city, leading him to believe that Amalia might have temporarily suppressed the situation.

Kenny Lin did not let his guard down.

His sword began to emanate black energy, with the tip of the sword brimming with the restless black energy.

In public, he hadn’t used overly conspicuous special moves, but that didn’t mean he was unwilling to do so.

At that moment, his bloodthirsty mindset transmitted to the black energy, allowing it to unleash its true power and attract the surrounding spiritual energy unabatedly.

The spiritual energy gathered around Kenny Lin like a large black hole, absorbing the spiritual energy from all directions with intense ferocity.

This scene drew the attention of people and mutated creatures from all around.

The mutated creatures didn’t understand Kenny Lin’s abilities but were wary of him.

The humans who knew him were shocked.

Some people had noticed from the beginning that although Kenny Lin possessed light-type spiritual veins, his current strength and techniques differed from typical light-type spiritual cultivators.

The most significant difference was the white sword aura transforming into a black sword aura.

The black energy, saturated with spiritual energy, quickly condensed into a massive longsword, exuding endless pressure that made onlookers’ skin crawl and filled them with awe.

The Purple Pavoraiah sensed a tremendous threat looming over its head.

It knew if it didn’t avoid this strike, it would die.

Kenny Lin stared down at the Purple Pavoraiah from above.

The wind whipped his clothes, creating a flapping sound.

His small stature seemed almost insignificant in the vast world, yet at that moment, he appeared mighty and imposing.

The powerful pressure emanating from him was akin to that of an apocalypse-bringer as he gripped his longsword.

With a thin-lipped, cold expression, he spoke a chilling word, "Kill!"

The black longsword burst forth with intense energy, tearing through the void as it descended directly on the Purple Pavoraiah’s head.

"I don’t believe it!" the Purple Pavoraiah’s pupils widened, and its eyes turned crimson.

The gusts of wind lifted its feathers as it let out a loud cry, rapidly forming a light sphere, drawing upon all its strength.

The rising sun behind it cast a glow, yet even the sunlight could not block the immense power of the black longsword and the light sphere.

The sky was illuminated with only two colors.

Not long after that, the ground shook violently.

The seismic disturbances caused by the intense battle were also affecting the city, causing the ground to shake violently.

Amalia’s body swayed a few times due to the tremors, and she quickly threw several tranquil amulets into the pit where the Bronze Formanterror was continuously emerging.

She then looked up towards the sky outside the city.

She recognized the powerful energy—it was Kenny Lin’s.

The sudden surge of power made her feel a sense of unease.

She wasn’t worried about Kenny Lin’s ability to defeat the Purple Pavoraiah; instead, she feared someone might take advantage of the situation afterward.

When Kenny Lin switched back to his main personality, he found he couldn’t access the abilities of Kenny Lin in white clothesi’s light-type spiritual veins, and vice versa.

However, given that Kenny Lin was the youngest son of Mr. Lin, even if his identity as a Demon Slayer was exposed, he shouldn’t face any significant consequences.

To be prepared for any situation, Amalia became more determined to find evidence.

Outside the city, after the smoke from the large attack cleared, the ground had settled down.

The onlookers noticed that the mountain peak behind the Purple Pavoraiah had been moved to the ground, leaving a pit hundreds of meters long and of unknown depth.

It appeared pitch-black and ominous.