Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were sparse. On the battlefield between the Dakang Dynasty and the Dachu Dynasty, the beacon fire was raging and the drums of war were deafening.

Hundreds of thousands of troops confronted each other on this vast battlefield, with great momentum and iron hooves like thunder, and the dust raised obscured the stars and the moon.

Suddenly, a mysterious light fell from the sky, cutting through the dark night sky, like a falling meteor, but more dazzling than a meteor. Everyone stopped their actions at the same time, and their eyes were focused on the point where the light fell.

As the light dissipated, a figure gradually appeared.

He was the demon god Kuimu Lang.

His appearance seemed to solidify the surrounding air, and an invisible majesty emanated from him, making the entire battlefield silent.

Kuimu Lang was dressed in a black robe with complex demon characters embroidered on it, flashing a faint light, with a deep and mysterious face, and his eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, flashing an irresistible charm. His figure was tall and straight, and every step seemed to shake the world, which made people feel awed.

He slowly glanced at the soldiers around him, his eyes were deep and indifferent, as if he was looking at a group of ants.

However, even such a look made the soldiers feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if they were suffocated by an invisible mountain.

Suddenly Kuimu Lang raised his hand and waved, and a strange energy wave instantly swept the entire battlefield.

This power was so strong that it seemed to tear the void, shocking everyone.

The soldiers retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected by this power.

But Kuimu Lang did not attack anyone. He just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

His appearance made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield tense, and everyone was guessing his intentions and purposes.

The general of the Dakang Dynasty, wearing heavy armor and majestic, rode forward with a bit of caution and awe, and came to Kuimu Lang.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his tone, and asked with a bow: "May I ask, Lord Demon God, why do you suddenly come to the battlefield of mortals like us?"

Kui Mulang raised his head slightly, and his deep eyes revealed his disdain and indifference to mortals. He did not speak, but just raised his fingers lightly, and an invisible force instantly condensed into a sharp sword energy.

The general sensed the danger, but he was helpless because Kuimu Lang was too fast and he could not dodge at all. The sword energy passed by, and the general's body was cut off in an instant, and blood splashed everywhere. The warhorse neighed, and there was a cry of surprise on the battlefield.

Kuimu Lang looked at the fallen general indifferently, as if all this was within his expectations.

He did not explain, nor did he stop, but turned and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a dead battlefield and terrified soldiers.

"A group of ants will continue to kill each other."

A strange breath began to permeate the air. This is the power of the demon god of Kuimu Lang, which quietly invaded the military camp of the Dakang Dynasty like an undercurrent. The soldiers began to feel uneasy, their eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Some soldiers seemed to see their enemies, their faces were full of anger, and with strong hatred, they began to kill each other.

In the sword light and shadow, blood splashed everywhere, and screams came one after another. The brothers who had fought side by side became enemies at this moment, and there was only killing and hatred in their eyes.

Kuimu Lang looked at this scene with a strange smile on his face. His demon god power was slowly devouring the will of these soldiers, turning them into killing machines. The whole military camp fell into chaos, and the soldiers fell one by one in the fratricide.

Kuimu Lang stood in the distance, quietly admiring this disaster created by him.

His goal had been achieved, and these soldiers had completely fallen into his control.

This tragedy of fratricide was the masterpiece of his demon god power.

In the distance, the generals of the Great Chu Dynasty, whose entire army was on alert and ready to fight the enemy, were stunned.

"What's going on?"

Having been in the military for half his life, he had never seen an army killing each other in battle. Even he was shocked by the madness before his eyes. Because the distance was too far, they could not see Kuimu Lang at all, and thought that it was the Dakang Dynasty killing each other.

The night was thick, like a ball of ink that could not be dissolved.

In this deep night, in the bloody fight between humans, Kuimu Lang stood on the high ground, his eyes flashing with cold light, staring at the army of the Dachu Dynasty in the distance.

"It's time to give you some gifts."

He slowly raised his hands, palms up, and began to chant ancient spells in a low voice.

These spells echoed in the night sky, carrying a mysterious and ancient power.

As the spell progressed, the air around began to tremble, as if some huge power was being awakened.

Suddenly Kuimu LangA black crack appeared between the wolf's palms, like a crack in space, from which a gloomy and powerful aura emanated.

This was his dark summoning skill, and he was opening a door to the demon world.

As the spell was completed, the black crack suddenly expanded, and a powerful suction emanated from it.

Then, countless demons swarmed out of the crack. Their figures were different, some were hideous and terrifying, and some were weird and unpredictable, but they all exuded a powerful evil aura.

Under the control of Kuimu Wolf, these demons rushed towards the army of the Great Chu Dynasty like a dark tide. Their appearance instantly plunged the originally peaceful military camp into chaos.

The soldiers looked at these demons in horror. They had never seen such terrible creatures, and fear spread in their hearts.

The demons began to attack the soldiers. Their power was strong and dark, leaving the soldiers helpless.

The entire military camp was shrouded in darkness and fear. The screams of the soldiers and the roars of the demons intertwined, forming a terrifying and chaotic picture.

First, there was the "ghost of the underworld", an invisible and intangible demon that shuttled through the battlefield like the wind and was elusive. The ghost of the underworld approached the human soldiers silently, and then suddenly emerged from behind them to absorb their vitality.

The soldiers only felt a chill, and then lost consciousness and fell on the battlefield. Every time the ghost of the underworld attacked, it took the life of a soldier, which was terrifying.

The second was the "flaming demon wolf", a demon with flames burning all over its body.

It had strong limbs and was extremely fast, rushing around on the battlefield. The flaming demon wolf opened its bloody mouth and spewed out raging flames, burning a group of soldiers into ashes in an instant. The soldiers screamed in fear and fled everywhere, but the speed of the flaming demon wolf was too fast, and they could not escape the fate of being burned.

Finally, there is the "Soul Devouring Yaksha", a demon with a sickle and a hideous face. It wields the sickle wantonly on the battlefield, and every swing takes the life of a soldier.

The eyes of the Soul Devouring Yaksha flashed red, as if it could see through the soul of a person. When fighting with it, the soldiers seemed to have their souls taken away, becoming sluggish and powerless, allowing the Soul Devouring Yaksha to slaughter them.

Three special demons wreaked havoc on the battlefield, and human soldiers seemed so fragile in front of them.

Kuimu Lang looked at this scene with a satisfied smile on his face.

With the fierce fighting of hundreds of thousands of people, a steady stream of soul power was being absorbed into his body, and the strength that was constantly suppressed when entering the low-dimensional world was growing wildly.

Kuimu Lang stood on the desolate battlefield, and his body began to undergo strange changes. The body of the demon god, which was originally as majestic as a mountain, was gradually shrinking at this moment, as if an invisible force was compressing his body.

As his body continued to shrink, Kuimu Lang's appearance gradually approached that of a human. However, despite his changing size, the aura he exuded became stronger and deeper.

This was because he not only did not lose his original demonic power, but in the process of shrinking, he continued to absorb the souls of humans who died on the battlefield.

The power of these souls merged into his body, making his eyes flash with a cold and mysterious light. A faint layer of black air appeared on his skin, as if those absorbed souls were wandering. At this moment, although Kuimu Lang was smaller in size, his strength was even stronger, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

He slowly raised his hand, and black energy surged in his palm. In this energy, it seemed that countless faces were twisting and wailing, and those were the souls he absorbed struggling.

However, their struggle was in vain, because their power had become part of Kuimu Lang.

Kuimu Lang showed a strange smile on his face.

He knew that although his body had become smaller, his strength had reached an unprecedented height.

Now he was not only a demon god, but also integrated the souls of many humans, becoming a more terrifying existence.

"It seems that I will get the first wave of benefits..."

Kui Mulang, who clenched his fists to enjoy the taste of the soul, was about to say something when a golden light penetrated the battlefield! It hit Kuimu Lang at an extremely fast speed!

"Boom!!!!!!!!!"

The area within a hundred meters was instantly turned into scorched earth.