Chapter 13962 Water Without a Trace

Immediately afterwards, countless figures clad in dark armor descended from the sky, their steps precise and steady, each one seemingly striking the hearts of the crowd.

These people are all from various reclusive families and mysterious organizations. They usually live in seclusion and do not care about worldly affairs, but at this moment they have appeared for the treasures and cultivation techniques in the Demon Sea.

Their aura was restrained yet terrifying, as if they were hiding sleeping behemoths that, once unleashed, would surely destroy the world.

Clearly, they are all experts!
Upon seeing this, Bai Qiuchi and the others in the cloud instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

They were already worried because the human army was being suppressed by the demon navy, and now seeing the appearance of these reclusive masters, they felt even more desperate.

The already unfavorable situation has now become even more one-sided, with the Great Town Dynasty seemingly trapped in a desperate situation.

Sword King Bai Qiuchi gritted his teeth, his jaw grinding, his eyes flashing with a crazed light: "If we don't use our trump cards, we're all dead! We'll kill that boy first!"

He knew that as long as the young demon king was killed, the demon navy would be leaderless, and the Great Town Dynasty might still have a chance to survive.

He scanned the crowd with piercing eyes, as if trying to see through their hearts: "Who wants to go first?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The Water King said in a deep voice, "The Water Clan, come!"

His voice was calm and firm, as if he were declaring the aquatic tribe's determination to everyone.

After he finished speaking, blood light burst forth from his palm, the light like a burning flame illuminating his cold and stern face.

A blood-red water droplet floated out, spinning around and exuding an eerie and mysterious aura.

A crimson light shone brightly, and within the light, a phantom figure slowly coalesced.

The most outstanding and powerful member of the Water Tribe, Water Without Trace!
It is said that when he perished, he had already touched the threshold of the unknown realm, and his strength was unfathomable.

At this moment, he reappeared in the world in a special way, as if carrying endless resentment and killing intent, wanting to kill all the enemies in front of him.

Below, the young demon king stood quietly, slowly raising his eyes and calmly looking at the illusory image of water without trace that had condensed in the void.

That gaze was deep and profound, as if it contained an endless sea of stars, or a calm, still well, without the slightest ripple or fear.

Behind him, the expressions of several middle-aged men holding knives instantly turned serious.

They were well aware of Shui Wuhen's formidable reputation; even if it was just a phantom, he was by no means an ordinary person.

Without hesitation, the group stepped forward, forming a solid wall that steadily protected the boy behind them.

The longswords in their hands gleamed with a cold light, their blades trembling slightly, as if proclaiming their determination to fight at any moment.

The boy waved his hand lightly, the gesture seemingly casual, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Although everyone was filled with worry, fearing that the boy would encounter danger in this unknown confrontation, they could only retreat helplessly upon seeing the boy's determined eyes.

They stared intently at Shui Wuhen's illusory figure, gripping their long swords even tighter. If the boy were in danger, they would rush forward again without hesitation.

Shui Wuhen's illusory gaze slowly swept across the battlefield, his gaze as tangible as a physical object, carrying an invisible pressure.

Finally, his gaze settled on the boy.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, as if he had discovered something incredible, and he muttered to himself, "It's actually the awakening of the demonic body's origin..."

The sound, though soft, reached everyone's ears clearly.

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, the movement elegant and composed.

In an instant, the void above the boy's head began to distort, as if an invisible hand was wantonly kneading the space.

A scene slowly unfolds, a scene like a mysterious world gradually appearing before everyone's eyes.

It was a desolate, post-apocalyptic world, with cracked earth, dried-up rivers, and a thick layer of gloom shrouding the sky.

The young man, clad in a black robe, stood silently atop the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up like mountains, emitting a nauseating stench, as if it were the place where countless lives had ended.

The boy's body surged with demonic energy, transforming into a towering demonic pillar that pierced the clouds.

The demonic pillar was shrouded in demonic energy, as if countless demons were roaring and howling.

Below, countless powerful figures knelt in submission, their bodies trembling and their faces filled with fear.

Some of them lowered their heads, not daring to look the boy in the eye; others raised their heads, their eyes filled with awe and despair.

However, at that moment, the screen suddenly began to shake violently, as if a huge disaster had occurred.

A blurry figure wielding a sword strode through the air, the figure like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing through the dark sky.

The longsword in the blurry figure's hand gleamed with dazzling light, the sword light intertwined with demonic energy, as if it were a battle between light and darkness.

Each flash of sword light was accompanied by a sound like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting; each surge of demonic energy seemed to devour the entire world.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth cracked, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into endless chaos.

Just as the battle was at its most intense, the scene suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace like a dream bubble.

All that remained were stunned and bewildered expressions on everyone's faces, as if they had just experienced a fantastical dream.

"Your destiny is quite interesting." The illusory figure of Shui Wuhen looked at the boy, a meaningful smile appearing on its lips.

The boy stared at Shui Wuhen, who was suspended in the air, his eyes filled with vigilance. His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Shui Wuhen.

His tone was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell: "Fate, what does it have to do with me? My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

His voice was firm and powerful, as if he were declaring his determination to the whole world.

He gripped the long sword at his waist tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The long sword seemed to be his last resort, ready to deal with any possible attack at any time.

Shui Wuhen smiled, her clothes fluttering even without wind, like a transcendent immortal.

Mysterious runes flickered in and out of his sleeves, shimmering with an eerie light, as if they contained endless secrets.

He said slowly, "That may be true, but your identity is enough to shake the entire Great Town Dynasty. It is a magnificent future that will make countless powerful figures take notice. Your appearance may change the entire world's landscape."

The boy's eyes were like sharp blades, carrying a chilling aura as he stared directly at Shui Wuhen.

His gaze seemed to pierce through all illusions, reaching the very depths of the other person's soul.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice as cold as ice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "I am who I am. What bullshit destiny? Don't even think about binding me! No matter what happens in the future, it cannot define who I am now!"

His words were full of disdain and determination, as if he were declaring to the whole world that he would never bow down to so-called fate.