Chapter 1376: Chapter 1376

"What a bunch of clueless trash!" The Wild Boar Demon sneered with a face full of contempt. The scouts and the two from the Fifth Great Domain behind it hung their heads, not daring to look. Over half of the 200 people had vanished, with not a single demon falling! They even still had the leisure to look for more victims in the crowd: "Why are they all strong and young? I prefer to eat women and children for their tender meat."

"Are not the strong and young ones more vital? Isn’t that good?"

"Don’t be so picky! Opportunities for such feasts are rare."

With only less than a hundred people remaining, the battle filled with courage was about to end. Suddenly, a giant golden hand appeared in the sky and slapped down, Boom —!

The remaining young and brave men felt a gust of wind rushing to their faces, their hair blown backward as they instinctively closed their eyes. Then, they felt something sticky and smelly splashing on their faces.

When they opened their eyes again, those seemingly unkillable demons had become puddles of flesh and blood on the ground! They touched their faces in a daze, finding them covered in demon blood!

"They’re all dead! The demon bastards are all dead! It must be one of our cultivators!"

Sir Owen happened to pass by in the sky. With a swing of his palm, he wiped out this small demon unit. As for the three "traitors" behind, Sir Owen didn’t immediately execute them. Instead, the Gourd Vine Immortal Rope fell and bound them all together.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Sir Owen sighed quietly. In his heart, a wave of sorrow rose: It was because of such bloody courage that the human race was able to survive, and by replacing generation after generation, they had slaughtered the demons and become the masters of the land.

However, for individual lives, this was undoubtedly a tragedy.

When Sir Owen appeared, the remaining young and strong men instinctively wanted to kneel, but Sir Owen raised his hand, preventing them all from bowing, "No need for formalities, you are all heroes!"

Although Sir Owen saved their lives, the village lost more than half of its workforce, and their lives would not be easy in the future. Sir Owen thought for a moment and then reached out his hand to gather the essence, blood, and monster cores from the corpses of demons on the ground, condensing them into pure energy. He distributed this energy evenly into the bodies of the survivors.

"In the future, you will possess great strength. So do take good care of the families of your fallen comrades today."

Then, Sir Owen imprinted a fist technique into their minds: "Practice this in your spare time. If any of you can perform all 36 moves of the technique consecutively, come to find me at the Summit Metropolitan Office. My last name is Owen."

After saying that, Sir Owen flicked his finger, and the three captured men followed him into the sky.

The remaining men looked confused. One of the middle-aged men stood up and said, "First, let’s bury our uncles." A young man stomped down on the demon flesh angrily, "I’m going to plant crops here and eat them next year. Even if I eat them raw, it’ll be like devouring these demon bastards!"

There were also a few who showed some understanding, thinking about the fist technique while unconsciously mimicking the moves with their hands.

Sir Owen found a place and threw the three men down, making them shiver in fear. One of them from the Fifth Great Domain ventured to ask, "Is it Sir Owen Bertram?"

The Fifth Great Domain cultivator expressed his relief, "To die at the hands of Sir Owen is an honor for us."

Another one from the Fifth Great Domain asked, "Is our death inevitable? Even if we wish to abandon the darkness and follow the light, there is nothing that can save us?"

Sir Owen nodded, "Death is inevitable!" The lives of nearly 200 men from their own side at the village entrance, half of which must be accounted for by these turncoats! Whether they were voluntary or forced, this was a major cause and effect.

These men were guilty, but guilt could be forgiven by the victims. However, forgiveness did not necessarily absolve them of their sins. Sir Owen pointed to the sky, "There are 200 Heroic Spirits above our heads watching."

The three thought Sir Owen was referring to the spirits in heaven, but actually, Sir Owen was talking about the hidden Commander’s Token floating above their heads. He led them into the Miniature Underworld.

If he could re-establish the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future, then he would send them to be reborn.

However, the two cultivators from the Fifth Great Domain suddenly seemed to relax a bit, "At least it’s over."

"We are willing to tell Sir Owen everything we know about King IIias and the Demon Court!" The two shared their information and closed their eyes, "Sir, please spare our families when you reclaim our lost territory."

Sir Owen nodded, "Rest assured, I swear not to involve the innocent." The Commander’s Token fell with a slap, and their souls were taken away. Three lifeless corpses fell to the ground.

Then Sir Owen soared into the sky, opening up the Mini-world and quickly finding another demon unit. They had just broken into a large clan’s stronghold, laughing wildly as they entered. Suddenly, a golden light fell, and Bang —!

Each demon turned into a puddle of flesh. This time, Sir Owen didn’t even show his face, but struck from four hundred miles away.

After dealing with the demons, Sir Owen used the "Breaking Void" and arrived outside Bottleneck Pass. He stepped into the camp of Lester Nanni!

If he had pursued the demon unit and killed them with a Mini-world, it would definitely have alerted the Rebel King outside of the Bottleneck Pass. Sir Owen had to arrive immediately and not allow this treasonous scum to escape.

"Sir, no!" Harrison, who was on top of Bottleneck Pass, shouted, "The Rebel King is protected by a battle formation!"

If something happened to Sir Owen at Bottleneck Pass, the sin committed by Harrison would be grave. In the world of cultivation, top-level grandmasters rarely single-handedly assassinate enemy commanders. This was because a large army would establish battle formations, coalescing the murderous energy of the soldiers.