Standing before the great silent canyon, Shi Feng had barely drawn within a thousand yards of the entrance to the next zone when a crushing wave of pressure suddenly crashed into him.
It was completely different from anything he had felt before — a qualitative leap.
Even as a Tier 2 class holder, he found it almost unbearable, as though his body were sinking into water, every inch of him screaming in discomfort.
"A thousand yards away and the pressure is already this intense?" Shi Feng stared in disbelief at the enormous silhouette displayed on the detection crystal ball.
The figure in the crystal crouched at the canyon's entrance. It had the head of an antelope, a humanoid torso — like a satyr — but its tail was a massive serpent.恶魔 wings spread from its back, and with each breath it exhaled scorching flame that charred the ground black.
"No way — a high-ranking demon!" Shi Feng froze for a moment as he took in the sight.
The Divine Realm was home to countless demonic creatures. Beyond differences in strength, they also varied in bloodline — and for demons, bloodline was everything. Nobler bloodlines commanded absolute authority over the rest.
Naturally, the higher a demon's bloodline, the greater its growth potential and future power. Many Demon Lords were high-ranking demons; ordinary-blooded demons could rarely ascend to become Tier 5 Demon Lords, let alone Tier 6 Demon Gods.
These noble-blooded demons were called high-ranking demons, and they stood above even ancient species in terms of life hierarchy. Their combat power went without saying — only dragons of the same tier or primordial beasts could hope to match them. They were nothing like the common demons he could summon.
And now one of these demons, commanding its own army of infernal creatures, was serving as the guardian...
Because of the distance, the detection crystal ball couldn't display precise readings, but as Shi Feng closed to within 600 yards, the demon's data materialized before his eyes.
Baphomet. High-Ranking Demon. High Grand Lord. Level 73. HP: 120 million.
"A level 73 High Grand Lord?" Shi Feng studied the data and fell deep into thought.
Compared to other ancient species, high-ranking demons had far lower HP — but 120 million was still a terrifying figure for him right now. Its combat recovery alone restored 1% of its HP every five seconds — a instantaneous heal of 1.2 million points. If his damage output was below 240,000 per second, Baphomet would be effectively invincible.
The only consolation was that Baphomet was a demon, and all demons were suppressed by the Dark Book.
He couldn't use the Dark Book to turn a high-ranking demon like Baphomet into a subordinate directly, but it could weaken the creature's base stats — and this debuff was absolute, unlike ordinary magic formations whose effects weakened as the target grew stronger.
But a high-ranking demon was still a high-ranking demon. It wasn't just about base stats; the magic skills and combat expertise it commanded were beyond anything an ordinary demon could match.
"I have to take the chance." Shi Feng gritted his teeth, then reached into his inventory and pulled out another Ancient Scroll, summoning the third Ancient Spirit.
Zero Wing City's defenses were far beyond those of any ordinary guild city, and it had the Four Origin Towers standing guard — but the situation now was different. The evil demons and beasts surging toward the Star Moon Kingdom were unlike anything before. If the Kingdom's military defensive line broke, Zero Wing City wouldn't face just a handful of enemies — they'd come like a tidal wave.
Against an army of evil demons controlled by NPCs, Shi Feng had no confidence Zero Wing City could hold.
But if he could claim the Lost Town first — and with it the stockpile of magical weapons stored inside — it would undoubtedly give the Zero Wing Guild a massive boost in strength. The odds of holding against the demonic horde would be far better then.