A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 758: Chapter 757: Protagonist of the Resistance?

Within the sealed space, the greedy crowd was engaging in life-and-death killings over some sorcery instruments they couldn’t use temporarily.

In fact, each sorcery instrument inside the sealed space was protected by individual seals. Without professional wizards to unlock them, others simply couldn’t use these instruments, just like how Green once accidentally acquired Spy Shadow Falling Star from the Bottle Mouth World — this, too, was the design of Demon Ancestor’s Finger.

The bodies of the exiles killed over the sorcery instruments became the first blood feast for Demon Ancestor’s Finger upon its awakening.

Often, one does not die from an exceedingly strong enemy, but from one’s own greed.

Now, all those who trespassed into the sealed space shall pay the price for their greed, a price that leads to despair.

The Ghostly Bear Essence coldly sneered at Green, as if mocking Green’s ignorance.

Beside him, Ironblood Warwolf was applying primitive herbal medicine made from plant leaves on a wound on his left shoulder; evidently, they had previously fought with some powerful exiles.

"Hmph, you don’t understand the power of the Golden Pig King at all, fallen? No one here is its match, even the Evil Dragon Tri-Souls together won’t do!"

The Ghostly Bear Essence stood up, walking step by step toward Green, icily saying: "I don’t know your purpose, but if you don’t leave right now, then don’t leave at all."

Neither the Ghostly Bear Essence nor Ironblood Warwolf believed Green’s "alarmist talk and nonsense".

The overwhelming force and pressure bore down upon him, Green gritted his teeth, unable to convince the other party immediately. Among the many exiles, Green’s status wasn’t high; in the eyes of the Ghostly Bear Essence and Ironblood Warwolf, he was merely a temporary addition by the Cyclopean Giant.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

From far to near, like a river rushing forth, a mighty blood-red waterfall of over fifty meters appeared; Ironblood Warwolf’s face changed as he wiped his wound: "No, if it’s here too, perhaps the Golden Pig King..."

The blood-red waterfall was none other than Blood Ghost from the Blood Fiend Duo among the Ancient Demon Servants.

Not only Blood Ghost, but Fiendish Ghost, carrying a black sickle, and the Moon Scar Evil Dragon King also came together, causing the Ghostly Bear Essence and Ironblood Warwolf to tense up in vigilance, adopting combat postures, exuding a wild beast-like aura.

Before Green could speak, the blood-red waterfall, Blood Ghost, spoke first in a low tone: "We’re not here to fight; there seems to be some changes in this space!"

As he said this, amid the stunned expressions of Green, Ghostly Bear Essence, and Ironblood Warwolf, Blood Ghost’s body surged with blood waves, and one by one, black mouse corpses fell out, making a total of eleven.

Green, knowing these black mice’s combat prowess well, gasped in disbelief at Blood Ghost.

It turned out to be the strongest among the five Ancient Demon Servants, far surpassing the Moon Scar Evil Dragon King and Fiendish Ghost.

"The Ancient Abyssal Demonic Qi in this space is continuously gathering upward; earlier, when I secretly went to investigate, these creatures blocked me — numerous, all capable of manipulating the Ancient Abyssal Demonic Qi here. It appears we’ve fallen into the mouse’s conspiracy."

"Ow..."

Ironblood Warwolf howled, and his golden claws grew with a "scrape" sound, lightly scratching the ground underneath into pieces, the cuts as smooth as a mirror. His bloodthirsty single eye looked toward Fiendish Ghost wielding the black sickle, icy and brutal, brimming with the wild instinct of hunting prey.

Holding the black sickle, the temporarily useless silver-white bell due to personal restrictions was placed by Fiendish Ghost into his chest cavity armor, emitting a faint white light.

The soul fire in the skull’s eye sockets flickered, Fiendish Ghost’s raspy voice mocked: "Even this bell is mine; who’s to blame for your lack of strength, hmph, far inferior to that Golden Pig King."

With a "boom," seemingly summoned by Ironblood Warwolf’s howl, a massive turtle over ten meters descended from the sky, standing steadily on the ground, its apricot-yellow eyes staring at the three Ancient Demon Servants.

The colossal figure of the Moon Scar Evil Dragon flapped its wings in the air, glaring down at the turtle that made a crater and stood firmly in its center, resentfully saying: "It’s you again!"

The Ghostly Bear Essence blocked Ironblood Warwolf, coldly gazing at Green, suspecting Green as actually a member of the Ancient Demon Servants, fabricating a tale.

Wearing the Green Truth Mask, the figure under the Robe of Appearances was indistinct; witnessing all these changes surprised Green, unable to react, as it seemed the protagonist of the resistance would change.

In terms of interpersonal connections, prestige, even the displayed strength intimidation and danger awareness, Blood Ghost was more suited to lead the rebellion alliance.

Ugh!

At this time, the old turtle turned around, "ugh," spewing out two black mice, looking toward Ironblood Warwolf: "These two ambushed me and were killed."

The Ghostly Bear Essence and Ironblood Warwolf were both stunned.

The Moon Scar Evil Dragon flapped its wings, abyssal demonic qi swirling in all directions as the wings flapped, gazing upward toward the sky.

"The blood is restless; the ancient demon vestiges in my body waking, they cheer, attempting to erode my primary consciousness. It’s all due to that unknown presence in the sky; I’m afraid as its power grows stronger, I won’t be able to resist the primal instinct deep in my blood."

"This is the willful erosion of the Abyssal Summoning."

Green suddenly spoke, drawing the attention of the crowd, focused on Green’s indistinct figure maintaining the first layer Wild Instinct Transformation.

Facing their eyes, Green continued solemnly: "During ancient times, Abyssal World’s Nameless Ancient Demon fought Wizard World, Wizard World lost. Besides Nameless Ancient Demon’s formidable strength, Abyssal World’s most terrifying was the Nameless Ancient Demon Abyssal Summoning Legion."

Beneath the Green Truth Mask, Green gazed gloomily at Blood Ghost, Moon Scar Evil Dragon, and Fiendish Ghost.

"If you cannot control the abyssal instinct within, when the Nameless Ancient Demon in the sky truly performs Abyssal Summoning, not only will you fail to be the resistance force, you will become slaves under its abyss will."

Fiendish Ghost’s soul fire flickered in his skull eyes, coldly chuckling confidently: "Over the years, we’ve purged much of the abyss will from our bodies; Blood Ghost is just shy of the last step. If that is truly the Nameless Ancient Demon performing Abyssal Summoning, although we can’t ensure maintaining complete battle prowess, we surely won’t become its slaves. This isn’t the Ancient Abyss; we aren’t truly Ancient Demon Servants either!"

The Ghostly Bear Essence and Ironblood Warwolf, after such events, realized that things had likely changed.

Originally, Green planned to organize the revolt himself, seizing that chance, but due to Demon Ancestor’s Finger’s abyss will, these Ancient Demon Servants seemed more aware and held higher prestige, easier to organize all resistance forces within the space.

"If so, count me in as well."

The voice came from within the rubble behind him, a figure obscured by a black robe emerged, eyes showing, about 1.7 meters tall — one of the three led by the black mouse outside the seal.

Judging by prior actions, whether the former One-Star Abyssal King Emperor Gan, the white war elephant, or this unknown creature hidden under the black robe, none appeared familiar with the black mouse.

All were drawn by the rumored impending appearance of the Ancient Holy Stigma Ruins publicized by the black mouse.

"Most welcome!"

Blood Ghost, too, was unclear about this mysterious creature’s depths, yet sensed the black robe seemed to desperately hide a terrifying force.

As the leader of the revolt, Blood Ghost roared: "Not only us, but we must gather all exiles within this sealed space, regardless if the unknown event above is truly because of the Nameless Ancient Demon sealed here; we must guarantee complete control over the seal space crack!"

The Moon Scar Evil Dragon added: "Nineteen hourglass times left before the crack of the seal will close again." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m..)