He was like a king, looking down at the earth below with cold eyes.
In front of the TV, Teng Qianyuan's family stared at the TV in stunned silence. The Teng Yi inside was so strange.
It's like a demon god standing upright in the void, looking at all living beings in the world as nothing.
The family held each other's hands tightly, worry, doubt and awe filling their hearts.
On the other side, Gu Fengling was sitting in his living room, looking at the TV in front of him, which was playing Zhuang Wuming's scene.
"Teng Yi, who are you?"
In a villa, Wang Donglai, who had fought against Zhuang Wuming before, was watching TV with a complex look on his face.
"I'm still chasing you, have you already reached a territory that I can't step into?"
In an ordinary resident's room, three gangsters who had been taught a lesson by Zhuang Wuming were watching the TV with frightened faces.
"How could it be him? He is flying. He is flying."
Countless people who knew or did not know Zhuang Wuming were staring at the screen.
They all had a premonition that Zhuang Wuming seemed to be launching an attack on the countless monsters below.
But everyone thought he was crazy and subconsciously believed that this was impossible. There were millions of demons below.
They are everywhere in the mountains and plains, with a radius of more than ten kilometers, and the human army is retreating steadily.
But countless people hope for a miracle, because it is broadcast live on national television, and they do not believe that the Republic will broadcast a war that has no chance of winning.
The next moment, they saw Zhuang Wuming move.
The illusory wings behind him were fluttering, like a stream of light rushing into the sky.
He went higher and higher, until the camera could no longer capture his figure, and he completely turned into a small dot.
Then a mythical scene was witnessed by countless people.
Countless black smoke appeared in the sky, spreading out in all directions with Zhuang Wuming as the center.
Zhuang Wuming stood at an altitude of ten kilometers, and all the demonic energy in his body spurted out, turning into a huge mass of demonic energy that stretched for five or six kilometers.
Then his eyes closed slightly, his body hung upside down, the wings behind his back flashed, and he quickly fell downwards with infinite demonic energy.
The extremely rapid increase in speed drew a column of demonic air from the clouds, creating a tornado-like effect.
The huge vacuum sucked all the demonic energy into the vacuum, and Zhuang Wuming was still spinning violently as he fell.
A dark tornado formed, and the terrifying power of decay and high-frequency vibrations filled the demonic tornado.
It was a terrifying scene like a natural disaster, the huge tornado was like a sword of heavenly punishment, blasting towards the ground.
There are demon slaves everywhere in the mountains and plains.
In less than thirty seconds, Zhuang Wuming had already crossed a distance of ten kilometers and suddenly landed with boundless power.
Rumble.
It was an infinitely powerful blow.
The dark tornado of demonic energy followed Zhuang Wuming to the ground and blasted directly into the earth.
Like a nuclear bomb exploding, it spreads in all directions.
High-frequency resonance, the demonic energy of decaying all things is simply irresistible.
Any demon facing this hurricane-like demonic energy will first be chopped into pieces by the demonic energy, and then turn into fly ash under the power of decay.
The scene is extremely spectacular. On some helicopters in the sky, high-powered cameras are filming everything.
Visible to the naked eye, as the hurricane passed by, the monster shattered into pieces and then turned into ashes.
One after another, hundreds and thousands, then tens of thousands, until finally the entire land with a radius of ten miles turned into a huge pit.
Only endless ashes covered the deep pit, and all demons, rocks, and buildings were completely annihilated.
At this moment, everything was quiet, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.
Countless people looked into the deep pit, where a pair of wings fluttered.
The uninjured Zhuang Wuming quietly rose from the pit, with a smile on his lips and his eyes looking into the distance.
He raised his hand slightly, gave a thumbs up, and then made a head-cutting gesture with his thumb towards his neck.
This was a provocation, a provocation to all demons, and the entire republic was immediately boiling.
The sound of Bamboo Forest Wind came from various TV stations and live broadcasts.
"Citizens all over the country, please pay attention. This gentleman is Teng Yi. He is a gold-level demon hunter in our republic."
"This time he personally took action and destroyed millions of demon slaves. He is a hero of mankind."
"With him here, the King of Demons has nothing to worry about. Let us cheer for him. We humans will always be the masters of this world."
In public places in countless cities, Tengyi's name is heard all over the world.
In the dark, it seems that the whole world is echoing Teng Yi's name.
Zhuang Wuming was floating above the deep pit, feeling countless evolution points pouring into his body. With a flash of his eyes, his evolution points had jumped to two million in an instant.
The flow is endless. At this moment, Zhuang Wuming is happier than ever before. The point of evolution is power, endless power.
"I will eventually reach the top."
Zhuang Wuming flew into the sky, his wings flickering, floating quietly, his eyes silently staring at the ashes-like earth.
In Hanyuan Road, in a dark and towering palace, the King of Demons sits on a throne made entirely of heads.
His eyes were deep, and there was a huge screen in front of him, which was playing Zhuang Wuming's picture.
"Interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect that there are other descendants in this world."
"This kind of power is really interesting."
"Then let me see what latitude you are a descendant from."
A mysterious and weird smile appeared on his handsome face, and his pale teeth were as white as the teeth of a monster.
The waves don’t stop.
Countless exchanges circulated throughout the Republic.
The current head of the Gu family of the Twelve Generals, Gu Ming, summoned the entire family for a meeting.
The ancient wind chime stood out among them, her face was gloomy and she said nothing.
The atmosphere in the entire conference room was very solemn.
Gu Ming is a middle-aged man with a stern face. At first glance, he looks like a powerful figure like Lei Li.
"There is news from the Lanka family. It is said that Zhuang Wuming was introduced to the world of demon hunters by our family."
"So we need to find a way to figure out why his bloodline improves so quickly."
"Tell me what to do."
After saying this, his eyes fell on the ancient wind chime.
"Feng Chi, she is led by you. You two should have a good relationship. What do you want to do?"
Hearing this, Gu Fengling looked up at his stern-faced father and sneered in his heart, "I'm just a leader. Maybe my relationship is better than others, but that's it."
"If you think others will tell me this secret of improving bloodline, you think too highly of me."
At this time, a strange female voice sounded.
It was a thirty-year-old woman with a coquettish face, looking at the ancient wind chimes with a half-smile but not a smile. (To be continued)