TL Note; Changing Divine-Demon Path to Divine-Demon Dao
"Sigh… this Lost Era is way too easy! I have no idea what that idiot Dog Planner was thinking, designing enemies this weak!" a demon race player said lazily.
ID: Meng Xin
Facing the thousands of demonic beasts charging toward him, Meng Xin casually raised his hand.
"Bala bala transformation wand! Kamen Rider—transform!!!"
"BOOM!!!"
In the blink of an eye, Meng Xin transformed into Kamen Rider!
But he wasn't done yet.
"Draw cards!"
"Extreme Cold Domain ×2!"
"Conqueror's Haki ×1!"
"Brother Ming's Formation Intent!"
"Fusion!"
"Ring of Ice—Transform!!!"
The next moment, a ring containing immense frost energy lit up on Meng Xin's finger!
"Demon Blizzard!!!"
With a single wave of his hand, terrifying demonic energy condensed into a black blizzard that swept forward relentlessly, instantly annihilating the thousands of demonic beasts!
"BOOM!!!"
Along with a sudden surge of aura, Meng Xin was delighted to discover—
He had broken through!
He had finally stepped into thirty-six demon marks!
For the demon race, every increase of six demon marks resulted in a qualitative transformation!
"Hahahaha! I… am now invincible!" Meng Xin burst out laughing.
"Puchi!"
However, a black hand suddenly pierced through Meng Xin's chest!
"???"
Meng Xin's mind is filled with question marks.
"As a member of the demon race, you actually betrayed the Ten Thousand Demon Realm. You deserve death."
A cold voice rang out.
Before Meng Xin could even react, his entire body froze solid.
"CRACK!"
With a loud explosion, Meng Xin shattered into pieces.
A figure suddenly appeared.
Fifty four demon marks glowed brilliantly as vast, tyrannical demonic energy spread outward!
A sixth-order demon of the Frost Demon clan, Mo Fasha!
And at the same time…
One of the Eight Great Generals under a seventh-order Demon Lord!
"These people are nothing special," Mo Fasha said with a wave of his hand.
"Pass down my order. Continue the attack. Kill everyone we encounter!"
Soon, eight hundred elite demon warriors appeared behind Mo Fasha.
Every single one possessed more than thirty-six demon marks!
Behind them were thirty thousand demon soldiers, each with over twenty demon marks.
"Kill!"
With Mo Fasha leading the charge, this powerful army of elite demons swept forward like a tidal wave!
And it wasn't just this one force.
In the other seven directions, equally terrifying armies appeared!
Many players who had wandered too far while fooling around were instantly wiped out!
"WTF?"
When the demon player Meng Xin opened his eyes again after being killed, he realized he had somehow returned to the main base.
However…
The entire world in front of him was gray.
"What the hell? Didn't I die? Why didn't I go to the resurrection hall?"
Meng Xin looked down in confusion.
His body now looked like a ghost.
His upper body was like drifting smoke, while his lower half had no legs at all, just a floating tail.
"What the hell is this? I turned into a ghost form?"
Meng Xin was completely dumbfounded.
"???"
He Yiming was also confused.
He had been in seclusion studying the Divine Demon Dao, when suddenly a bunch of ghosts appeared in front of him.
Oh wait.
Not ghosts.
Players.
Players who had died, leaving only their souls behind.
"System, what's going on?" He Yiming asked quickly.
"The current coordinates have extremely chaotic space and time. This system cannot guarantee the safe return of player souls to the future era."
"Therefore, a special condition has been triggered. Player souls will be temporarily preserved in soul form. Dead players will continue to exist in a spiritual state."
The system answered rapidly.
"This…"
He Yiming was shocked.
Ever since stepping onto the Bridge to the Other Shore and entering the Primordial Era, the system's functions had been heavily restricted.
In the Primordial Era and the Ancient Era, no players had died, so this issue had never appeared before.
But actually, this situation had its advantages.
Rather than risk sending player souls back to the future, where they might be lost in space-time—
It was safer for them to stay here temporarily.
Together with the other players.
Isn't it nice when everyone stays together, nice and orderly?
So He Yiming casually issued a system notification.
"Player Meng Xin, please note within the Lost Era story dungeon, players will exist in soul form after death."
"Soul form is only visible to other players and cannot move more than 100 meters away from Sect Master He Yiming or other players."
"Once the Lost Era storyline ends and the timeline returns to the future era, normal resurrection will be restored."
Soon, Meng Xin and the dozen or so other dead players received the notification and finally understood.
"Holy crap, I'm in soul form now? I can only spectate?"
"Damn it, I can't even move more than 100 meters away from other players? Am I basically a ghost follower now?"
"Ahhhh! I got insta-killed and didn't even see who killed me!"
Some of the dead players immediately logged out and started posting on the forums.
Others tried the voice chat function, and discovered it still worked!
Soon, players scattered all over the map learned the shocking news.
Players had been killed!
"We need to retreat immediately!"
"Brothers, time to run!"
"Quick! Back to camp!"
Many players who had been scattered across the map immediately rushed back toward camp.
After all, now super bosses were ambushing players everywhere.
Staying outside alone and showing off now?
That was basically seeking death!
Better hurry back to the fountain—uh, I mean the camp!
Being near Brother Ming was the safest place!
But some players didn't make it in time.
"Who are you?" That Old Senju Hashirama asked slowly while staring at the figure before him.
"The one who will kill you…"
"Lava Demon Clan, Demon Marshal Mo Jin!"
A terrifying figure with fifty four demon marks blocked his path.
"This game really is exciting!"
"I thought it would just be a boring monster wave event, but suddenly…"
"A super boss shows up!"
Great Yan's Strongest Fire Mage stared excitedly at the Frost Demon clan's Mo Fasha.
Almost at the same time—
In front of Nation Server's Number One Ice Mage, Undomitable Bear Is Strong, and others—
Sixth-order demon experts appeared one after another.
There were eight in total.
They were the Eight Demon Marshals serving under a seventh-order Demon Lord!
At almost the same time—
Several hundred kilometers outside He Yiming's camp, a colossal figure suddenly appeared.
A terrifying peak sixth-order demonic beast—
Rockscale Demonic Dragon!
On its back stood a black bone castle.
At the top of the castle tower, a figure with unfathomable aura gazed toward He Yiming's camp.
A seventh-Order demon possessing seventy seven demon marks.
A terrifying existence bearing the title of Demon Lord.
Mo Shitian!