Chapter 1378: Chapter 1378

At this moment, the traitors’ base was bustling with activity. In hindsight, they all deeply regretted the impulse that had led them to their current situation. Luyali once thought he could enter the Demon World and become a demon noble.

Compared to Earth, which was in a state of crisis, where they had to endure brutal battles every day and live under so many restrictions, the Demon World where one could do as they please was obviously much more alluring.

But unexpectedly, the Professionals on Earth were too strong, having killed their superiors and subsequently discovered their whereabouts. If they hadn’t fled the moment they got the news, they would probably have been captured and dealt with by now. And that punishment would have been more than just death.

Their bodies would have been turned into war weapons, and even their souls extracted to create soul-type Undead to continue fighting.

Now, without the augmentation of Earth’s powers, increasing their strength had become a difficult task. The cultivation methods of demons were peculiar, and they were not accustomed to them at all. As a result, even after so many years, they hadn’t made much progress.

Some, like Luyali, had transformed themselves toward being more demon-like. Standing before others, many would likely see Luyali as a demon.

With a height of three meters, skin entirely red, two sharp horns on his head, and a pair of large wings on his back, he looked completely unlike a human. Even those Professionals who had demon bloodlines hadn’t transformed in this way.

For the Earth panel, bloodline was an additional power that did not cause significant changes to one’s appearance. Like Du You, who could turn into a dragon but also maintain a normal human form. But Luyali was different; he couldn’t maintain his human form anymore and could only live as a demon.

But this was his choice; he knew that to continue enhancing his strength, he could only transform himself into a demon. Otherwise, even with Cultivation Secret Skills, he would struggle to make progress based on his original condition.

On the other side of the thriving territory lay the largest building, covering an expansive area. Loads of wood were brought in daily, and then plenty of skeletons emerged to join in various lines of work.

"Is Malosa still doing his research? He can only create tier five skeletons at most, and it wastes my tier four demons. If you ask me, he should give up already," Luyali grumbled in an irritated, hoarse voice.

The others kept quiet and bowed their heads, as no one dared to speak out.

Luyali wasn’t always ; he had been very supportive of his brother’s research. But ever since he transformed into a demon, his nature had become increasingly brutal. Speak out of turn at a time , and you’d face an attack from Luyali.

The problem was, among all of them, only these two brothers were tier six – the rest were all tier five, unable to compete.

Malosa was slightly better off. Despite being important, after so many years of research, he still only had two tier six Undead at his side.

To create his skeletons at tier five, Malosa had to sacrifice some tier four creatures – this was the culmination of his years of research. The best tier four creatures were undoubtedly those tier four demons directly summoned from the Demon World.

But Luyali was different; over the years, his research into demon summoning was profound. He had a large number of tier six demons summoned around him. Since undergoing the transformation, he put his faith more in demons rather than his former comrades.

Fortunately, while Luyali was transforming himself, he was also researching how to transform others. It was rumored he was close to success; given time, he could find a way to turn others into higher-tier demons.

At that time, they would all become higher-tier demons, and with the abilities of such demons, they would surely reach tier six and perhaps even glimpse the possibility of tier seven. The source of thɪs content is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵

On the other side, a group engrossed in research showed signs of boredom. "Nicholas, what in the world did we follow the boss here to do? I truly miss life on Earth. We can’t go anywhere now but have to live on edge in this world limited to tier six."

"Just keep moving forward, what’s the point of discussing this," another person coldly responded.

"You’re just as dull as ever. My point is our status is getting lower and lower. Those summoned demons from who knows where are even surpassing us in rank. If this continues, do we even have a way out?"

"Just wait until the boss turns us into demons. With our foundation, we’ll be stronger than those summoned demons."

"Ha, Nicholas, you really want to become a monster, huh?"

Nicholas replied indifferently, "Either become a monster and clench onto a thread of survival, or stay as you are and face certain death. You should know that being tier five doesn’t mean much to a Professional."

"Yeah, tier five! After witnessing the true strength of Earth, who would care about a mere tier five?"

They all knew that since they had become traitors, they were branded. Not to mention hunters that specifically sought them out, but any other Professionals could sense the mark of Earth’s will left on them if they came close enough. Even if they didn’t know the reason, they’d surely know there was a benefit to killing them.

Once killed, these people were guaranteed to drop all their items. Indeed, their equipment and possessions in their spaces were sealed, but they had not vanished.

Normal Professionals would not drop anything upon death, yet these traitors would lose everything they had upon being killed, leaving nothing behind – this was Earth’s bounty for their hunters.

To those Professionals, they were like walking treasure troves, their value immensely high.

"The other day, I heard rumors about Professional tracks being found; you don’t think we’ve been exposed, do you?"

"How could we be? Stop worrying..." The person had barely spoken when Luyali, their boss, had already made his move.

A massive red and black fireball was formed in the palm of his hand, which he hurled towards the sky, aiming at a patch of white clouds. From the beginning, that patch of clouds seemed off to him.

Because the clouds had been moving too fast and then suddenly slowed down right above them, it was in stark contrast to the other clouds. Had he not looked up at the sky at just the right moment, he wouldn’t have noticed the abnormal cloud.

And the discovered Du You was also taken aback, having only just arrived – how had he been exposed so quickly? Professionals truly were different from the natives.