Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

141: Chapter 141 Eastern Continent is Evil? How Evil Can It Be?Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm, Southern Border.

Among the mountains, a figure sat halfway up a mountainside.

That figure was unbelievably burly, sitting there like a small hill.

It was none other than the Bull Demon King.

At the foot of the mountain, a giant pot was set over a blazing fire; the soup inside was boiling, bubbling and gurgling.

Occasionally, joints would float to the surface, faintly identifiable as human bones.

Further away, in an open valley, a dense crowd of people was packed together.

At a rough glance, there were no fewer than tens of thousands.

There were Cultivators dressed in black robes and Mortals in ragged clothes.

The Cultivators’ auras were withered; the highest among them was actually in the Integration Stage.

The Mortals were shivering, their faces ashen; some held children, while others supported the elderly.

Furthermore, they were surrounded on all sides by demons.

Those demons were either sitting or standing; some had transformed into half-human, half-beast forms, while others simply remained in their original forms—tigers, wolves, jackals, leopards, bears, and serpents—densely surrounding the valley so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.

Quite a few demons were currently clutching and gnawing on something.

There were human arms, leg bones, and internal organs still stained with blood.

The scene was cruel and bloody, like a living hell on earth.

The besieged Mortals waited for their fate in such a scene, shivering uncontrollably.

As for those black-robed Cultivators, they were members of the Myriad Tribulations Demonic Cult.

Under the command of the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord of the Southern Border, they usually acted tyrannically, harvesting Mortals like cutting grass.

But now that they had fallen into the hands of the Yao Race, they were no different from those Mortals.

To demonic Cultivators, Mortals were human-shaped Materials kept for breeding.

Some were used for Alchemy, some for cultivation, and some for sacrifice.

The demonic cult raised them like livestock.

Now that they had fallen into the mouths of the Yao Race, it was merely a change of people eating the meat.

Perhaps for them, being eaten by a demon was more merciful than being tortured to death by a fellow human demonic Cultivator.

This was the sorrow of the weak.

The great war that had lasted for many years on the Southern Border had finally reached a conclusion.

The Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord was no match for the Bull Demon King.

Although this giant of the Demonic Path was also a powerhouse of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, he ultimately fell into a disadvantage when facing the Bull Demon King’s terrifyingly extreme Physical Body Divine Ability.

The demonic cult’s army retreated steadily, leaving behind countless corpses as they pulled back into the heart of the Southern Border.

The tens of thousands of humans before him were the Bull Demon King’s spoils of war.

Sitting halfway up the mountain, the Bull Demon King looked down at the boiling pot at the foot of the mountain, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The meat of a Mahayana Realm demonic Cultivator really tasted quite good and was very chewy.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came.

An Eagle Demon descended from the sky, landed on the mountainside, transformed into human form, and quickly approached the Bull Demon King, kneeling down with a thud.

“K-King!”

The Bull Demon King frowned and glanced at him sideways: “What is it?”

The Eagle Demon was trembling all over, his voice shaking: “Reporting to the King, news has come from your Immortal Cave... that human brat, Ye Chen, h-he escaped.”

The Bull Demon King was first stunned, then his pupils suddenly constricted.

“What?”

His voice was as deep as muffled thunder, causing the mountain rocks to rustle and tumble down.

The Eagle Demon lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to look up: “I-it’s news from the Western Wasteland Immortal Cave; they say that brat Ye Chen escaped about three or four years ago.”

“Three or four years ago?”

The Bull Demon King suddenly stood up, his mountain-like body casting a large shadow.

“He escaped three or four years ago, so why are you only telling this King now?!”

He grabbed the Eagle Demon’s neck, lifted him up, and fury blazed in his eyes.