Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

The smell of gunpowder in the air intensified in an instant.

A tense atmosphere of conflict seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

"Both of you were invited at great cost by my Golden Palace Sect. Regardless of any disputes you have, stay calm until the Daluo Alliance is eliminated, or this old man will not be polite."

In the center, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Palace Sect, Master Baoxu, abruptly turned his head, his eyes filled with icy coldness as he glared at the two Purple Mansion Cultivators and spoke without any courtesy.

Under Master Baoxu’s gaze, a feeling of chill inexplicably rose in their hearts.

Whether it was Thunderfire Ascendant or the Black Robe Cultivator, Ouyang Duo, Master of the Immortal Demon Hall, both obediently admitted defeat and closed their mouths.

Though of the same Purple Mansion Realm, there are distinctions between high and low.

As a Purple Mansion Great Perfection, Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect was already famous long before they advanced to the Purple Mansion Realm.

Such an old monster, if he were to really make a move, killing them wouldn’t be difficult.

Indeed, it was better not to provoke him.

Moreover, the Golden Palace Sect had indeed spent considerable resources to ally with Star-devouring Demon City and Barbaric Beast Sect.

As the saying goes, ’Accepting favors ties your hands and tongues.’

As ’helpers,’ it was somewhat necessary to consider the prestige of the host and think for the host a bit.

"If you want to know whether the mysterious Alliance Leader of the Daluo Alliance is still around, why not ask directly on the battlefield?!"

Perhaps realizing his emotions were off, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Palace Sect, Master Baoxu, softly spoke to ease the atmosphere.

Then with a wave of his hand, the army of cultivators, under command, surged forward with boundless Evil Qi towards the gates of the Daluo Alliance.

"Indeed, that’s a method!"

"Let’s do it like that!"

The two Purple Mansion Cultivators from different sects evidently agreed with this method, quickly following in the footsteps of Supreme Elder Master Baoxu, heading towards the gates of the Daluo Alliance.

...

At the same time, the atmosphere inside the Daluo Alliance base was tense.

Everyone had serious expressions, looking towards the direction of the gates.

Although after undergoing bloodline transformation, a large number of Blood Cultivators became the backbone of the alliance, representing the majority of the Daluo Alliance’s will. The loyalty inscribed in their blood made it impossible for them to easily betray.

But faced with overwhelming and terrifying strength, fear inevitably arose, a biological instinct they couldn’t suppress.

The formidable allied forces of the Golden Palace Sect had already barricaded the entrance, leaving the Daluo Alliance with nearly no hope.

Meanwhile, inside the hall, Luoo Yaoyao and Xin Lingxian, two concubines of Zheng Yi, remained relatively composed. Yet, anxiety was still evident on their beautiful faces as they inquired of Qi Lin, the Grand Steward of the Daluo Alliance.

"Where exactly is the Alliance Leader? The allied forces besiege us, yet there’s no news?"

"You’re the closest person to the Alliance Leader, the two of us concubines are mere women without knowledge of the inner secrets, but you surely know the Alliance Leader’s whereabouts. At this point, you need to provide some explanation."

"This is critical; the fire is near our eyebrows. If he doesn’t show up soon to stabilize the people’s hearts, it might be too late."

As the head of the Daluo Alliance, Zheng Yi was nowhere to be found at this crucial, perilous moment.

This left everyone in disarray.

Although many high-level members of the alliance had experienced various crises, the allied forces led by the Golden Palace Sect were at the doorstep; in such a perilous moment, without Zheng Yi’s leadership, no one could resolve the situation.

All members should give their utmost, living and dying with the alliance.

Many pinned their hopes on Zheng Yi, the Alliance Leader, but at this vital moment, his absence undoubtedly shook the morale.

Many wondered if Zheng Yi, the Alliance Leader, perhaps abandoned them upon seeing the unfavorable situation.

Naturally, immense pressure fell on Zheng Yi’s two concubines.

And now, the one in the entire Daluo Alliance following Zheng Yi the longest was Qi Lin, who perhaps knew a bit about Zheng Yi’s whereabouts.

Faced with the inquiry from numerous alliance higher-ups, Qi Lin could only helplessly respond.

"I truly don’t know the master’s whereabouts..."

"Everyone just needs to know to be patient; the master will surely appear."

Qi Lin organized his words slowly before speaking.

But such evasion couldn’t possibly allay the concerns of the entire Daluo Alliance, leaving many dissatisfied.

"They’re at the gates, how is the situation not critical? We can’t wait any longer."

"Where exactly is the Alliance Leader?"

Clearly, everyone was very dissatisfied with Qi Lin’s evasive answers.

Many inquiries buzzed around in the hall, chaotic and disorganized.

"Everyone, please listen to me..."

Qi Lin’s expression turned bitter; at this point, as a mere steward, how could he possibly know Zheng Yi’s whereabouts?

The master only instructed him to endure for three months, but left no hint of when he’d reappear.

He organized his thoughts briefly but hadn’t managed to speak...

Suddenly, the sound like a thunderous blast echoed through the skies, causing the entire hall to shudder.

Following this was a voice.

"Zheng Yi, Alliance Leader of the Daluo Alliance, come out and respond."

The thunderous roar reverberated through heaven and earth, creating waves crashing toward the interior of the Daluo Alliance’s gates.

"Respond, respond..."

The booming voice reverberated in the gates, causing everyone to lift their heads and gaze towards the central hall.

That was the core location of the entire Daluo Alliance; as long as the alliance endured, the Alliance Leader ought to be there.

However, their wait was futile, and under that gathering gaze, the hall remained as calm as death itself, devoid of any presence, as if the Alliance Leader had truly forsaken them.

Suddenly, a feeling of tragic sadness hung in the air above the gates, inducing a sorrowful urge to cry.