"What is that... thing?"
The boy's eyes widened, filled with horror.
What had he seen? Those monsters, thousands upon thousands of them, were all...
flying?
One had to know that in this world, only those who reached the third rank of martial arts could briefly achieve aerial flight, and prolonged flight would exhaust their internal energy.
But how rare were experts above the third rank? And here, so many had descended!
The boy wasn't foolish. Judging by their appearance, those terrifying monsters were certainly not here for a friendly gathering, to love and be loved like a happy family. They were here to kill them.
But what kind of monsters were they? Why had he never heard of them before?
"Sister, you hide quickly, I'll go find our father and fight the enemy with him!"
The boy quickly scooped up his sister, pacing anxiously.
How could he not see that with so many terrifying powerhouses, a battle would surely bring about the collapse of heaven and earth? His sister was still so young, and any stray energy from the battle of these powerful beings could kill her. She absolutely could not remain here.
However, with so many enemies, where could they hide to be safe?
Suddenly, a rare glance fell upon the withered well.
The well was not deep, only about five or six meters. The water source had long since dried up. When he was mischievous in his childhood, he had fallen in, and his father had covered it with a large stone slab.
He put his sister down and quickly ran into the house, emerging with a white jade dagger in his right hand and a large saber in his left.
He stuffed the white jade dagger and the Martial God Scripture into his sister's arms, saying quickly,
"Hold onto these two things tightly, and don't let anyone snatch them. If the bad guys try to take them, stab them with the dagger, understand?"
His mind was in utter chaos at that moment, wanting only to find a defensive weapon for his sister. He didn't consider that his sister, a child of four or five, would have the strength to resist adults or those terrifying monsters.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
The little girl was terrified by her brother's behavior and began to cry loudly.
The boy went to the edge of the withered well, forcefully pushed aside the large stone slab, then picked up his sister and leaped into the well.
It was pitch black inside, and it was dirty and smelly. The little girl cried even louder.
"Stop crying, don't make any noise. I'm going to kill the enemies. When we drive away the monsters, I'll come back to save you. Remember, don't make any noise."
The boy put his sister down, braced himself against the well wall with his hands and feet, and like an ape, quickly climbed out.
"Brother, Nannan is scared, don't leave Nannan, doesn't Brother want Nannan anymore?
Brother... woo woo..."
"Stop crying, don't make any noise, I'll come back to save you!"
The boy forcefully lifted the large stone slab and covered the withered well again.
He picked up the saber from the ground and ran out quickly.
He had barely run out of the courtyard when a stream of black demonic energy descended from the sky, landing precisely in the courtyard.
After a deafening boom, the boy was sent flying.
In great pain, he stood up and looked at the courtyard.
The courtyard had now become a ruin, with a large pit in the ground.
If he and his sister had still been in the courtyard just now, they would have been reduced to mere dust.
Fortunately, his sister was now hiding in the withered well and was unharmed.
Seeing his home destroyed by those monsters, the boy was filled with righteous anger.
In the sky, countless streams of black demonic energy descended like a cleansing wave upon the earth.
The boy saw many houses destroyed, countless people killed by the black demonic energy, and heard their dying screams. His eyes turned red as he ran rapidly towards the mountaintop.
The world had turned into a living hell, but he still had hope: his father, the Martial God.
The Martial God was currently at the mountaintop.
The boy scrambled up the steps, rushing towards the summit.
The mountaintop was already in chaos. Some were beaten and crying for their mothers and fathers, some were directly blown to smithereens, leaving behind piles of corpses, while brave individuals shouted for the monsters in the sky to come down and fight to the death.
"Father! Father!"
The boy weaved through the panicked crowd with agile and nimble movements. He rushed into the Martial God Hall from the back entrance but found no one.
"Where is Father? Where are the elders?"
The boy looked at the empty hall, then quickly ran out the front door and looked up at the sky.
In the sky, a majestic figure, leading a group of elders, was charging towards the demons.
The boy saw his Martial God father.
"Father has made his move, not one of these monsters will escape."
The boy was greatly invigorated.
The Martial God, leading a group of first, second, and third-rank elders, charged towards the enemy.
This was the Martial God Hall's strongest force. Only by reaching the third rank could one achieve even brief aerial flight.
The demons in the sky, seeing these ants daring to counterattack, bared their teeth and charged at them.
The Martial God wielded his long sword, circulating his internal energy, and unleashed waves of sword qi, cleaving the attacking demons in half one by one.
But the number of demons was simply too great. The monsters descending from the sky numbered in the hundreds of thousands, each possessing at least the strength of a third-rank martial artist.
However, how many third-rank experts were there in their world? Only a few dozen in the entire world combined.
These enemies were a crushing blow to them.
Soon, they were bogged down by the sea-like horde of demons.
The Martial God was incredibly brave, but even iron can only break so many nails.
"Oh? I didn't expect such a cultivator of the Immortal Realm in this tiny world. Truly rare."
Among the demon army, the leading commander saw the Martial God who was killing so ferociously. A confident smile played on his lips as he strode towards the ground.
He waved his hand, and the demon army behind him no longer lingered in the air, but descended, commencing a massacre.
Only a small contingent of troops remained in the sky, guarding him.
Seeing the culprit, the Martial God roared and raised his sword to strike at the demon commander.
The demon commander chuckled lightly, casually unleashed a palm strike, and a terrifying stream of demonic energy slammed into the Martial God.
Those elders watched in stunned silence as their revered god was repelled with ease by a single palm from the enemy.
"What are you things, and why do you invade us!"
The Martial God wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and charged forward again with his sword.
"Oh? Are there still worlds in the correct plane that don't know of our demon race?"
The commander walked forward at his leisure, facing the aggressive Martial God without even drawing his weapon.
Just a little ant. This world was too weak. If it weren't for boredom and a desire to find someone to chat with, he wouldn't have wasted so many words.
"What is your name?"
The commander, with a pleasant expression, unleashed another punch.
The Martial God's long sword shattered into two pieces with a single punch. He himself was struck as if by a mountain, his chest caved in, and his sword-wielding right arm was directly severed.
Having dominated the world for decades, he tasted the feeling of being crushed for the very first time.