Infinite Dimension Physique: Rise of The Lustful Devil-Chapter 175: Despair

A wide, malicious grin spread across Rahu’s face. Looking at the cultivators below, he slowly stretched out his hand.

"Infernal Soul...Devouring"

To the present cultivator’s horror, pitch-black smoke began to slither off from Rahu’s entire being!

It started slow and small, but within seconds, the black smoke enveloped the crimson sky.

"WHAT IS THAT!!?" One of the cultivators shouted; his entire being trembled. But when he tried to move, he realised that he couldn’t!

"I COULDN’T MOVE!!"

"SISTER!? WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

The black smoke from above didn’t just fall...It descended with deathly intent!

As a living devouring ocean turned upside down, it poured from the sky in slow, suffocating waves. The crimson heavens vanished inch by inch from their sight, swallowed by absolute black.

Light wasn’t merely blocked; it was consumed and snuffed out from existence as though it had never existed!

"SAVE MEE!!!!!"

"I-I COULDN’T MOVE!!?

"BASTARD!! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

"RELEASE US THIS INSTANT!!!"

The smoke brushed past the highest cloud and continued to pour downwards, indifferent to the screams of cultivators.

The black smoke kept descending.

It didn’t rush nor did it hesitate. It just...claimed.

The moment the first cultivator touched the cloud. He fell...lifelessly. There was no extra moment, nothing,

The pitch-black smoke hallowed it; wherever the cloud touched, bodies remained intact. Their knees buckled, limbs twitched and strained. But the light behind their eyes vanished.

Cultivators screamed in horror as they saw the scene. Their souls were being ripped out and absorbed into the cloud! Not violently...it was slow.

Black wisps seeped from their mouths and noses. Their Spirit Seeds and Vital Cores melted. Even the Origin Realm cultivators were helpless.

"BASTARD!!!! HOW DARE YOU!? IF YOU HAVE THE GUTS, COME AND FIGHT US DOWN HERE." A loud roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

The one who shouted was a hulking giant! He had golden, black claws stretching out from his hands.

"As you wish."

In an instant, Lord Biscar was teleported in front of Rahu. Biscar—who, just a second ago, had challenged Rahu in a fit of helplessness...suddenly trembled.

Two pairs of violet orbs observed him amusingly. Lord Biscar’s knees suddenly went weak.

"W-What sort of abomination are you!?" Mustering every bit of courage in his entire body, he shouted loudly.

The longer he looked at the being in front of him, the stronger the dizziness and headache became.

"Heh, the handsome one. Also, you sure have some courage to have injured one of my women."

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten how these Kindhar bastards had chased and injured his Thalia.

"W-Woman!? But when!? I-I didn’t even kno–!?" His body suddenly went limp; life was snuffed out of his body.

"Hmph, waste."

Indifferent to the above drama, the black smoke continued its path.

"NO!! EVEN MY HARD EARNED CULTIVA—!" Thud

He fell flat on his face, his soul ripped off.

His eyes stared forward, dull and unfocused. Beside him, another cultivator shrieked as her soul was ripped off halfway out, her shadow stretching across the ground before snapping back again...and again.

"NOO!! WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS FATE YOU BASTARD!!"

A woman screamed before she was cut off. She slumped to the ground, her presence...gone. No soul nor any aura. Just an empty shell.

Panic exploded and spread like wildfire.

"They!! H-He is taking our soul!!"

"NOO! I-I don’t want to die! My little sister is still waiting for me!!"

No matter how much they begged or screamed, the black smoke was indifferent. In a matter of just a few minutes. It had already claimed fifty thousand souls!!

Cultivators began unleashing everything they had. Firestorms erupted and spread, and lightning tore through the sky. Blades of wind and massive waves of soul attacks surged upward in defiance!!

They entered the black and...

Disappeared,

Not dispersed or countered.

They were consumed. Mana was being rapidly drained mid-release. Techniques unravel before completion as if cultivators themselves had forgotten how to use them.

Two Origin cultivators from House Ravana and Yaksha came forward, as they forced their cultivation through their bloodline.

It was Shakkar, the temporary leader, just a rank below Miranthu, and another was the leader of the Yakshas. Both of their expressions were incredibly anxious and...fearful.

"Shakkar! Who the hell is that bastard!?" The cultivators from the Yaksha House asked anxiously.

"How the fuck should I know!? I was in the midst of a trial when an unknown force ejected me from the tower!"

Shakkar shouted; his breathing was uneven. Sweat poured from his head like tap water.

"I see, so you too didn’t know. We can only join forces for the time being and battle our way out against the being"

The Yaksha spoke, hearing his words, Shakkar nodded hastily. Opening his mouth wide, he shouted.

"FORMATION!!!! ALL OF YOU—FORM A BARRIER!!"

The cultivators trembled when they heard the voice; hope shone in their eyes as they quickly began to back off and join the others. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Do you have a way!?"

"Yes! There is a way to summon my Uncle! He is, of course, the Second Elder in our House Ravana. One of the strongest, he gave me a talisman that would summon him for a maximum of five minutes!" Shakkar spoke as he hurriedly took out an eerie-looking talisman. It was engraved in strange demonic markings.

"Good! Although I couldn’t summon an entire person, I, too, have an artifact that would instantly notify my father about my situation! And the moment he gets wind of the news, he will definitely figure out a way out! And what does your formation require!?"

The Young master of the Yaksha clan asked Shakkar with a frown on his face.

"An absurd amount of Mana and a few sacrifices of my clan’s blood!"

"Good! Make it quick, we don’t have that much time"

Just as their conversation ended, they glanced forward and were shocked to see that the Black smoke was still advancing! Swallowing and killing another ten thousand cultivators.

"Those useless fools!! Shit, at this rate, I would be dying too! And, there’s no way I can let this body fall into that bastard’s hand! Or else the consequences would be catastrophic!!"