Suddenly assailed by a formidable enemy, Catherine didn't waste a single word and imdiately let out an extrely piercing scream.
At first listen, it seed like a woman issuing a sharp cry, but the sound was eerily unnatural.
The frequency fluctuated wildly, threatening to burst one's head while simultaneously feeling like being pricked with needles, eventually turning the innards into mush.
This spell, known as "Death Screech," could destroy a person's psyche and also damage the internal organs with infrasound, a controlling type of damage skill.
Facing such an attack, Lu Yao conjured a psychic shadow with three heads and six arms behind him, reaching out to protect Beth and her daughter.
Subsequently, visible sound waves covered the entire area, with most of them concentrated on Lu Yao.
His body surface rippled densely like a lake pelted by a downpour.
But that was all, for in front of him, the spell was like an egg striking a stone, utterly unable to shake him in the slightest.
At that mont, Beth, hiding behind the protecting palm of the psychic shadow, felt an overwhelming sense of safety. Seeing Lu Yao, she was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes and quickly pulled out her phone to start a live stream.
"Hi, guys, this is Beth…"
Her clothes were ragged and her face and hair covered in black soot, looking utterly disheveled yet incredibly exhilarated:
"Superman has co to save us!"
As she spoke, Beth pointed her phone at Lu Yao.
It was at this mont that Catherine's body surged with overwhelming blood energy, transforming into a crimson drill and ferociously bore towards them!
There had been no Heavenly Tribulation in Otherworld for thousands of years. Catherine could not ascertain Lu Yao's cultivation level and thought to fight it out before adapting to the situation.
The next second, Lu Yao executed "Regret of the Dragon," his palm wrapped in a white surge of air that slamd into the oncoming vampire.
A thunderous noise echoed like lightning striking a clear sky, leaving a crater as wide as a basketball court at the center. Catherine was sent flying, crashing into a hill, which sent rocks flying everywhere.
Lu Yao shook his hand and casually comnted, "A king-level Demon Beast, a bit stronger than an ordinary Golden Body Grandmaster, but in the end, also just at the Golden Body level."
While speaking, the psychic shadow extended an arm, scooped up his opponent, and lifted her into midair.
Catherine's body was missing a third, and her eyes were filled with disbelief as she exclaid, "You have undergone the Thunder Baptism… a demigod!?"
The interchange of illusion and substance at will was indeed a hallmark of the Thunder Tribulation Realm.
"You like eating humans? Then experience it for yourself," Lu Yao said as he proceeded to feed Catherine into the mouth of the psychic shadow, clearly intending to have the psychic shadow consu her.
She, of course, refused to comply and imdiately transford into an intangible mist of blood in an attempt to fly away.
But the psychic shadow inhaled forcefully, sucking the blood mist into its mouth like jelly, and then swallowed it.
Faint screams ca from within the psychic shadow's belly. Soon after, a vague human shape bulged, struggling fiercely.
Inside the psychic shadow, lightning flashed, transforming into a field of plasma. At the sa ti, wills of life and death crushed down, and the vampire's struggles grew weaker until they ultimately fell silent.
~~~~~~~~~
Lu Yao intentionally made an extra effort to let this man-eating demon experience what it felt like to be treated as food.
At this ti, Beth helped her mother up and waved to them in thanks, simultaneously encouraging the fans in her live stream.
Lu Yao gave a light wave back… Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake.
Beth and the others, caught off guard, fell to the ground, while the walls of the nearby border station cracked, triggering a magnitude 5 earthquake.
Lu Yao looked in the northwest direction, where a high-energy reaction was taking place; this earthquake was rely an aftereffect.
"A nuclear explosion? At least a thousand kiloters away, the yield is not small," he mused.
Just as Lu Yao was making his guess, Wang Guowei called to explain the situation:
"The Star Alliance Country used a 25-gaton nuclear bomb. The explosion took place west of Atlanta, near Birmingham."
"But the nuclear blast only damaged the aliens' armor, and instead, it enraged them. As we speak, they have already destroyed Birmingham."
Lu Yao replied, "I understand. I'm on my way there now."
"Mr. Lu Yao, if..."
Wang Guowei looked at the big screen before him, showing Birmingham in ruins.
With just three punches, the alien turned this comrcial and financial hub into sothing resembling a birthday cake that had been stepped on.
He pondered for a few seconds before continuing, "If it's impossible, please think long-term and prioritize your own safety above all."
Between the lines, it seed that he wasn't very optimistic about Lu Yao's chances.
This was only natural, after all. The strength displayed by the Primordial Ancestor was truly terrifying.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, it was now encountering so troubles.
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In Birmingham's ruins, the Primordial Ancestor clutched its chest with a hand, looking extrely unwell.
Its sleek and cool armor showed an obvious break at the chest. Outsiders assud it was the result of the recent nuclear explosion, but that wasn't the case.
The spot the Primordial Ancestor was clutching "sizzled" and slowly revealed a familiar wound—the one that had appeared when it first woke up.
Containing a will that was tenaciously unyielding, it was absorbing energy from its host to strengthen itself.
"How can this injury left by the native be eradicated! The Law Elental Spirit... should die!" the Primordial Ancestor muttered angrily. The injury wasn't serious, but it was like a persistent canker sore that just couldn't be shaken off and would flare up unexpectedly.
While it was only a minor nuisance, it was akin to a fly constantly buzzing around a person, very annoying.
The Primordial Ancestor summoned the overwhelming power filled with utter despair and pain from within its being, instantly suppressing the injury.
"I need more twisted souls. Anger, hatred, despair... the more, the better! Use a nurical advantage to completely obliterate this annoying fly!" it vowed resolutely.
Determined, the Primordial Ancestor raised its hand and swept a collapsed house clean off.
Beneath it, there was a basent hiding a family of four.
The eldest man, holding an old-fashioned shotgun, stuttered, "Please, just... let my children go..."
But before he could finish, the whole family was lifted into the air by a force.
This scene had happened many tis in recent days. The next part would be the family's blood being drained until they turned into dried corpses.
Despair appeared on the faces of the family of four. One of the teenagers, clutching a cell phone, said with a trembling voice:
"Demon! Superman has already arrived; you will surely go to hell!"
Upon hearing this, the Primordial Ancestor showed a trace of interest. "The one called Lu Yao, right? I, too, am looking forward to eting him."
Having said that, it slowly drained the blood from the family.
When humans slaughter livestock, if a mistake is made and the animal does not die quickly, the at becos extrely unpalatable, with an indescribable bitterness.
So say this is because of the despair and fear seeping into the blood in the monts before death.
Such extre negative emotions were exactly what the Primordial Ancestor needed.
It had no emotions, no sensations, only blood filled with negative emotions could provide it with a sense of "existence".
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