Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

It was as if he wasn’t the one surrounded, threatened to the core by countless killing intents.

After a careful observation, the grey-robed figure came back to his senses, stopped his movements, and looked at the fierce bald-headed man opposite him, saying.

"Such a strong aura of resentment and killing, it seems I didn’t find the wrong place..."

"This is where the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar is located..."

His self-talk instead left the bald man somewhat dumbfounded.

In the past, there were many who wished to come to the Vast Sea Demon Dao for a share of the spoils, including some Core Formation Stage big shots, but generally, they would end up suffering, gaining nothing.

He had never seen such a peculiar person before, seemingly unprepared, brazenly barging into this perilous lair.

As if not understanding the circumstances, appearing so calm before their group of ferocious Demon Dao cultivators, even inquiring.

Wasn’t this a bit too disrespectful to them?

The bald Demon Dao cultivator, a surge of malicious rage burst from his heart.

"Capture him, take him back and deal with him properly!"

Apparently losing interest in conversation, the bald man waved his hand, instructing a team of Demon Dao cultivators to move forward and arrest him, then turned around to leave.

"It seems our Vast Sea Demon Dao’s infamous reputation isn’t fierce enough..."

"Recently, any random person dares to rush onto the island!"

He sneered coldly, shook his head.

Soon they will know what a human tragedy and demon hell are.

Swish!

A streak of cold light arose from behind.

In an instant, the bald man’s heart sank, only to feel the hairs on his back fully stand up, under an indescribable profound terror, without reason, making his body cold, legs weak, as if that streak of cold light he felt had already pierced through his body.

"Not good?!"

The bald man abruptly turned around, and the sight made his face change, his heart sink.

His eyes enlarged suddenly, as if seeing some unbelievable scene.

But the group of demon cultivators he dispatched earlier stood there, eerily motionless, as if time had paused, solidified within a mysterious domain.

And at the center of that domain was the grey-robed man who seemed to have rashly stormed onto the island.

In that instant, it was as if an eternity, time appeared frozen solid.

And the surrounding demon cultivators, each bewildered, this technique was too sophisticated, beyond their comprehension.

Yet it didn’t prevent each of them from becoming greatly alarmed, fear emanating from soul to flesh, only feeling their legs go soft, these dignified Demon Dao cultivators, suddenly unable to move.

The outsiders watched the spectacle, and the insiders saw the essence.

At such an encounter, each one couldn’t clearly understand, they had run into big trouble.

With this one move, they caught a big fish.

No, even a prehistoric dragon whale.

The kind that could swallow the entire Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar whole...

Has some incredible top-tier expert landed on the island?

They wished to shout, make a sound, inform those inside.

But all gazes were vacant, bodies stiff, voices stuck in their throats, not a single one emitted, each one’s pupils emanated a fear from the depths of their hearts.

They didn’t want to escape, shout, sound the alarm, notify the strong ones inside the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar for rescue.

But silently, each face stunned, expression lifeless discovered, unknowingly, unwittingly caught in it.

Among the hundreds of demon cultivators, including top-notch ones from Foundation Establishment Stage, Purple Mansion Stage, and even several Void Core Realm demon cultivators, suddenly found their bodies seemingly no longer their own, no matter how they aroused the magical power within, it was like sinking stones in the sea, the whole person like a puppet, utterly without autonomy.

How could this be?

What kind of incredible technique is this?

At this moment, these Demon Dao cultivators who lived on the edge, finally felt the terror of losing control.

This feeling made their scalp crawl.

Like stripping the instinctive rights of life.

The unbelievable scene occurred in the instant the grey-robed figure set foot on the island.

A mind full of doubts exploded in the bald man’s mind, still unaware, only feeling his calves shiver.

The scene before him was too eerie.

Just a turn, how could the sights differ entirely from his imagination?

He glanced at the grey-robed silhouette standing in the center, fear uncontrollable in his eyes.

At this moment, even if he were more foolish.

He understood that something was amiss.

He knew more clearly that the person before him was beyond his ability to provoke.

Could it be that a Nascent Soul cultivator disregarded the agreement and came to break the island?

As a Void Core Cultivator, the bald man’s throat swallowed with force, his divine soul trembling.

Faced with this eerie situation, it truly frightened him.

"Dead... dead... all dead..."

Just when he wished to gain a bit of courage from a few demon cultivators beside him.

Suddenly discovered his formerly ferocious companions all stutteringly muttering.

Only these words left the bald man utterly baffled.

Then an even stranger scene occurred.

From the grey-robed man’s central position, each cultivator triggered a domino effect, suddenly falling down one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the squad of hundreds, silently, unconsciously, collapsed like wooden puppets on the ground.