Chapter 1540: Chapter 1540: Spread of the Demonizers

The two drank until midnight, surrounded by more than a dozen barrels of draft beer.

The owner was terrified, continuously watching them, afraid they would leave without paying.

He had seen drinkers with formidable capacity, but never like this.

Each barrel weighed ten jin, and over a dozen barrels amounted to more than a hundred jin.

Even an elephant probably couldn’t drink that much.

Lin Yingying truly indulged herself, eating and drinking to her heart’s content, her speech starting to slur.

Long Fei called the owner over to settle the bill. He had stashed some cash in the storage ring long ago and hadn’t used it.

As he revealed it now, there was still at least a billion left.

Long Fei was troubled, planning to leave this world, yet unsure of how to spend all that money at once.

He carried Lin Yingying out; her warm breath tickled his ear.

Her body was gaining flesh, perhaps because of pregnancy.

Yet, her figure remained exquisite, not appearing overweight.

Her thigh, when gripped, was soft and tender, feeling better than when she was thin.

Long Fei, as always, took liberties from behind, causing Lin Yingying’s body to heat up as she murmured by his ear, “Scoundrel, where are your hands touching?”

Long Fei chuckled, thinking she was unconscious, but she was still aware.

He carried Lin Yingying to the jeep, placed her on the passenger seat, and adjusted her chair so she could lie down.

However, Lin Yingying clung to his neck, refusing to let go, her eyes hot as she stared at him.

Long Fei reminded her, “This is a parking lot, don’t do anything rash!”

Lin Yingying didn’t even look, impatiently saying, “I don’t care, who asked you to provoke me?”

Long Fei grinned and playfully flicked her nose, wanting to save some spiritual power.

This guy required too much expenditure.

He shut the door, creating a space bubble that instantly isolated them from the outside world.

They could see outside, but outsiders couldn’t see them.

Under the dim yellow street lights, the car filled with fragrance, soon swaying gently.

In America, around an ancient castle in the mountains.

Groups of over two-meter-tall creatures, with coal-black bodies, muscles exploding, legs crouching, always ready for battle, surged towards the castle.

The leader shouted, “Brothers, capturing this castle means the cultivation world in America is ours!”

He looked a bit different, his skin equally black, but sporting wings on his back.

His muscular build made him appear even more robust and powerful.

This castle was left by Prince Dracula of the Blood Clan.

After Long Fei left, he entrusted it to Sophia and Soria to manage, asking them to gather the Blood Clan’s former forces here to establish the North American branch of the Yin Yang Sect.

Over these years, the trio made some progress in cultivation, but not as miraculous as their Eastern peers.

Ying Er, having lived for over two thousand years, was originally the Western Six-winged Blood Emperor.

Back then, he led the Western Blood Clan to besiege the Kunlun Mountains, forcing Long Fei to submit, after which he became Sophia and Soria’s follower.

When this world intersected with the Secret Realm, spiritual energy spiked, bringing great fortunes worldwide.

Long Fei intended for them to seize Western opportunities, but who knew the Western land was so barren?

There were practically no opportunities in cultivation.

Ying Er struggled to find a black trident on a lost island in Bermuda, claiming it was the legendary Holy Artifact crafted by Poseidon.

According to him, at the very least, it was a True Immortal Magic Treasure.

He even went to Penglai Island for appraisal by Mo Family descendants, concluding it was an Earth Immortal Magical Treasure crafted by Eastern Loose Cultivators.

The trident bore entirely Eastern engravings.

Despite two levels lower, in this world, it was already something extraordinary, leaving Ying Er quite satisfied.

Sophia and Soria continually refined the demonic blood granted by Long Fei, their wings now grew four wings.

According to Long Fei, no matter the bloodline, it should be refined if usable, and identity shouldn’t be defined solely by lineage.

A father’s wrongdoings don’t necessarily reflect on the son.

Even demonic bloodlines aren’t inherently vicious; there are demonizers secretly acting for justice.

The premise is that these demonizers must keep their minds clear.

The biggest drawback of demonizers is their brains easily being assimilated by demonic blood, becoming bloodthirsty and ferocious.

The Sophia Sisters differ as they refined Long Fei’s essence blood, and he believed they could resist.

This demonic blood was obtained by Long Fei from the Voidslayer Demon Princess.

He refined some and gave the rest to Sophia and Soria.

After their refinement, side effects weren’t apparent.

Their physical bodies not only evolved, due to having genes of space laws in the bloodline, they also mastered much of the space laws.

Now, with the demonizer army assaulting.

Ying Er went to Penglai Island to drink, leaving only the Sophia Sisters at the castle.

These rapidly rising demonizer powers, due to their numbers, possessed extraordinary strength upon initiation.

Thus, the North American Blood Clan had been in disarray for the past two years.

Many died, and others were assimilated by demonizers.

Currently, there were only over a hundred Blood Clan members barely surviving in the castle.

Sophia found it absurd, witnessing all this.

They had once roamed the North American Continent as a dark force.

Yet now, having turned from evil to good.

Not only did heaven not bless them, but a force darker than they appeared, nearly exterminating them.

Soria consoled her sister beside her, “Sister, everything is destined. The Blood Clan can’t drink human blood, so our evolution speed is slow, far behind these demonizers’. As the Eastern saying goes, this is the Yin Yang reverting, disrupting the original balance, inevitably leading to calamity.”

Sophia asked her, “Are you saying our Blood Clan is fated to belong to darkness? If we betray darkness for light, we’d be doomed to die?”

Soria replied, “That’s the general trend, but by following the master, we might borrow his fortune to change fate.”

Sophia glanced back at the gathered kin, all injured from the previous battle.

Their wings were shattered by demonizers, with some on the brink of death.

During the last attack, Long Fei eradicated the Blood Clan’s middle ranks, leaving only the lower-ranked blood servants gathered.

The highest cultivation levels were merely at Viscount and Baron ranks.

In combating demonizers, they stood no chance.

Sophia pondered for a moment, then summoned the Blood Clan’s Holy Artifact, the crystal cup, and gathered the Blood Clan members within it.

She handed the crystal cup to her sister, instructing her, “Take our kin to the East to seek help from the master. If the master isn’t present, plead with the mistress to send aid. I’ll stay to deal with them; we can’t let these demonizers easily claim the master’s hard-earned foundation.”

Soria grabbed her hand, anxious, “Sister, let’s leave together. You staying won’t stop them!”

Sophia stared at her sternly, “Listen, as long as we hold this ground for even a day, the North American Blood Clan won’t entirely fall to the demonizers. If we all leave, and this place falls, the Blood Clan will be entirely assimilated by demonizers. That would not only harm the North American continent, but the Eastern continent would face disaster too. Go quickly and hurry back, don’t waste more time.”

“Go quickly!”

Sophia commanded, wielding the Longinus Spear, triggering the Heavenly Punishment Earthly Annihilation Formation left by Long Fei outside.

With a shift of the formation flag, the previously serene castle surroundings instantly surged with earth energy, transforming into a land steeped in killing intent.

A group of demonizers accidentally entered the forbidden zone, immediately invoking a frenzied slaughter by the earth energy. Boom, boom, boom, explosions echoed, instantly enveloping the castle surroundings in a sky-high mist of blood.