Chapter 161: The Six-Armed Fiend

"However, there are also many Fiendmen guarding those places, and there are even true Four-Armed Fiendmen stationed there."

The young girl Tina looked at Adis before her, her eyes fixed on him with a trace of nervousness.

In response, Adis merely shrugged, showing no signs of alarm. Yet, that composed and unhurried bearing made a glint of admiration flash in the girl's eyes.

"How many Fiendmen are in that place?"

Adis looked at the girl and asked, "Just give me the approximate number."

Without a single moment of hesitation, the girl replied, "The ordinary Fiendmen number around a hundred, and there are fewer than three Four-Armed Fiendmen among them."

Clearly, she was very familiar with the location and had long since made mental estimates, which was why she could speak with such precision.

Adis looked surprised, then smiled. "Very well. Now, lead us there."

"Now?" Tina was startled, dropping to one knee. "My lord, won't you return to the tribe to call upon the others?"

Indeed, she had intended to enlist the strength of Adis's faction to rescue her kin. No matter the ultimate outcome, it would still be better than falling into the hands of the Fiendmen.

However, she had been thinking of Adis's entire tribe. In her view, any tribe capable of nurturing a powerhouse like Adis must harbor other formidable warriors, perhaps even holding the hope of subduing that place.

Hearing her words, Adis said nothing. He merely gazed at her as an invisible aura surged forth, locking onto the girl.

A tremor ran through her heart, as if she had been targeted by some primordial beast. Looking at Adis before her, she gritted her teeth and said, "Please follow me, my lord."

Adis looked back and divided the clansmen who had accompanied him into two groups, sending the majority back and keeping only a few robust warriors to press forward with him.

After all, a large number of people would significantly increase the chances of being discovered.

Having traversed the desolate path, they entered a high-risk zone infested with demonic beasts. Several of these beasts emerged ahead, their pairs of crimson eyes glaring fixedly in their direction.

Adis glanced sideways at Tina, suddenly feeling that she was remarkably fortunate to have reached him alive.

"My lord, those are Crimson-Haired Wolves. They often hunt in packs and possess formidable combat strength," Tina cautioned from beside Adis. "I know a few paths we can take to bypass these demonic wolves."

"There is no need."

He stepped forward. Under the girl's shocked gaze, Adis marched straight ahead, his spear sweeping through the air with intense killing intent, instantly slaying the several demonic beasts.

"Let's keep moving," Adis said calmly.

Behind him, Tina lowered her head slightly, suddenly feeling as though she were living in a dream.

During the remainder of the journey, the number of demonic beasts decreased significantly. The occasional foolish beast that crossed their path was dealt with decisively by Adis.

When they arrived at a distant spot, Adis came to a halt.

"Is it right ahead..." he murmured.

Tina nodded hastily. "My lord, just ahead near this oasis is the camp built by those Fiendmen."

Adis nodded and continued forward.

Seeing this, Tina cried out urgently, "Be careful, my lord! We will be discovered in no time if we go like this."

In her mind, powerful though Adis might be, there was a limit to what one person could do. Against such a massive horde of Fiendmen, he would undoubtedly be outmatched.

"They have already discovered us."

Adis looked ahead and spoke calmly.

After all, Fiendmen were transcendent beings, and their sensory perception was far from weak. Had Adis been traveling entirely alone, he naturally wouldn't have been detected. But the life auras of ordinary mortals like the girl acted like bright beacons in the dark to the enemy's senses; ignoring them was simply impossible.

The girl soon noticed the commotion ahead. Several figures appeared to be emerging from the camp, causing her face to turn pale as she looked toward Adis.

She knew that at this close distance, escape was utterly out of the question. All she could do was place her hopes on Adis possessing overwhelming strength.

In the distance, several dark figures emerged outside the towering encampment. They were towering Fiendmen who, having sensed the aura of flesh and blood, eagerly charged out from within.

"Heh, this is enough for a fine meal," a massive Fiendman with a small horn protruding from the top of his head said, sneering as he looked at Adis.

Flanking him were more than a dozen other Fiendmen. Seeming entirely convinced that this group was already easy prey, no one else emerged from the camp.

"Obey and come with us quietly," one Fiendman said, his lips parting to reveal a hoarse voice.

Hearing their words, Adis merely smiled. "It seems you've all decided I'm easy prey?"

Despite being surrounded by numerous Fiendmen, his expression remained utterly composed, devoid of any tension.

The surrounding Fiendmen sneered, closing in step by step with demonic energy surging around them, eager to capture Adis and his companions.

A sliver of blood-qi suddenly erupted. A spear pierced through the void, appearing abruptly, stained with a drop of demonic blood.

Everyone present stared in stunned silence at one of the Fiendmen. Cracks were now spreading across his body.

"You..." The Fiendman's eyes bulged wide, as if enduring excruciating pain, unable to utter another complete sentence.

His dark skin suddenly radiated a crimson glow, and as the web of cracks deepened, his body abruptly disintegrated into countless shattered fragments of flesh and blood.

"Impossible!" Absolute shock gripped the scene. A Fiendman screamed in terror, staring at the patch of gore on the ground with disbelief in his eyes.

However, Adis had no time to pander to the emotional states of these Fiendmen. He strode forward, a formidable aura erupting from him. With an intense wave of killing intent locking onto everyone in the vicinity, his spear swept horizontally across the air. A streak of crimson tore through the sky, snapping off a ferocious head.

Battle Skill: Cross Slash!

A massive surge of blood-qi diffused outward, transforming into a crimson cross that slashed toward the swarm of Fiendmen. Under the impact of this overwhelming force, the Fiendmen were utterly incapable of resistance, beaten directly into pulp by Adis.

After all, powerful though Fiendmen were, they were only superior compared to ordinary humans; their true strength fell short of a knight's. Facing Adis, they naturally stood no chance of fighting back.

"How incredibly powerful!"

Tina stood dazed, watching Adis cut a bloody swath through the enemies ahead, her eyes filled with a complex mixture of awe and excitement.

"Still not coming out?"

Standing in place, Adis looked toward the front and sneered.

Following his words, several towering figures materialized ahead. They appeared similar to ordinary mortals, save for their four exceptionally eye-catching arms.

"Outsider powerhouse, who are you?" The leading Four-Armed Fiendman fixed his gaze on Adis, asking in a harsh, grating voice.

Not only was potent demonic energy roiling around him, but a thick stench of blood also clung to his body, causing ordinary people to tremble instinctively merely by standing before him.

Yet, facing these Fiendmen, Adis's expression remained unchanged as he replied indifferently, "The one who will kill you."

As the words fell, an immense tide of blood-qi rolled outward, instantly causing the expressions of the opposing Fiendmen to shift drastically.

A majestic figure materialized, casting a terrifying pressure across the surroundings. He thrust his spear forward, and the dense killing intent shook the entire area.

ROAR!!!

The Four-Armed Fiendman roared loudly, crimson runes igniting across his body and forming a shield in an attempt to block the blow.

Yet the very next moment, the blood-colored shield shattered, and a massive gaping hole was torn through his chest, leaving sheer disbelief frozen on his face.

"King Oula will not spare you."

Staring at Adis, he managed to finish those final words before his entire body exploded. His hardened physique could no longer contain the surging power within, collapsing entirely.

In a fraction of a second, a life was snuffed out.

Following the death of this Fiendman, the remaining Fiendmen hadn't even had time to react. They simply stared dumbly at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground, a spark of terror rising in their eyes.

This wasn't an enemy of comparable scale; this was complete and utter annihilation.

Behind them, dozens of ordinary Fiendmen came sprinting forward at top speed, charging toward Adis under the command of the Four-Armed Fiendmen.

To this, Adis's reaction was simple.

He pulled his spear free, releasing his blood-qi without suppression. Instantly, a towering pillar of blood-qi surged into the sky from the spot, faintly condensing into a massive bloodline projection before sweeping his spear forward, unleashing a powerful shockwave across the ground.

A long fissure was blasted into the earth. Ahead, the bodies of dozens of Fiendmen were directly shattered, liquefied by this overwhelming blood-qi until nothing remained but a floor of gore.

"Is he even human?"

The three surviving Four-Armed Fiendmen were filled with terror. Having barely managed to endure the recent shockwave, they could no longer muster a shred of courage to fight back.

The gap was simply too vast. With a mere casual strike, the adversary had obliterated dozens of Fiendmen—this was not something they could possibly handle.

This was the reality exclusive to worlds where transcendent power existed. Once an individual's might reached a certain threshold, sheer numbers became utterly meaningless against a true powerhouse.

"Indeed, at least before the fourth tier, numbers still hold a certain utility."

Adis raised his head to look at the encampment standing in the distance. As the external Fiendmen were completely wiped out, a powerful aura began to emerge from within, kicking up a flurry of dust.

"Finally unable to hold back?" Adis sneered.

A tremor shook the ground as a powerful force surged forth from ahead like a pillar of smoke, atop which a towering bloodline projection materialized.

"It's General Elasha!" One of the Four-Armed Fiendmen rejoiced, dropping directly to his knees upon seeing the projection manifest behind them.

The Fiendmen possessed a strict hierarchy where subordinates showed absolute obedience to their superiors. Their actions clearly indicated that the Fiendman within held a rank far above their own.

As the demonic power gradually dissipated, a burly Fiendman stepped out from beneath the projection. Unlike the others, however, he possessed six arms.

This was a Six-Armed Fiendman—the imperial royalty of the Four-Armed Fiendmen. Both in terms of innate talent and combat strength, they far surpassed ordinary Fiendmen.

From this Fiendman, Adis sensed a familiar aura. It was the exact same race as that suppressed fiend god from the past, sharing a nearly identical bloodline aura with this Six-Armed Fiendman.

Stepping out from the camp, the Six-Armed Fiendman swept his icy pupils across the carpet of Fiendman corpses before shifting his gaze toward Adis.

Pinned by that gaze, an immense terror surged within Tina's heart, as if she had encountered a natural predator. Her body trembled uncontrollably as a certain legend flashed through her mind.

"Six arms... This is the legendary World-Destroying Fiendman!" she roared in terror inwardly, trembling at the knees as she stared at the Six-Armed Fiendman ahead.

This was the disparity dictated by bloodline hierarchy. The Four-Armed Fiendmen were already a transcendent race far surpassing ordinary humans, while the Six-Armed Fiendmen, as the royalty of their kind, possessed bloodline power second only to a few legendary races. Naturally, their innate majesty was immensely oppressive.

She slowly shifted her gaze back to Adis, gritting her teeth to forcefully suppress the overwhelming urge to flee immediately.

Beside her, several clansmen had turned pale, their hearts equally filled with terror. Yet, as they looked at Adis's back, their eyes were brimming with absolute trust.