Chapter 109

There are not many Secret Realms in Wuqu Academy, but there are not few either.

Eight major Secret Realms.

One Rift Battlefield.

Four Perished World entrances.

"How about, go to the Perished World and see first?"

Chen Ang muttered.

What is a perished world like?

Chen Ang was very curious.

As for the others, he was not in a hurry.

Because there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Ang got up and walked out of the villa.

By the way, he used the guide Xia Youwei sent him before to check where the Perished World was.

In a short while, Chen Ang found the direction and headed straight for it.

After Chen Ang arrived, he found that there were students here, but not many people.

"That's right, after all, it's vacation time, I'm afraid many students have left the academy."

Chen Ang thought in his heart, while looking forward.

The Perished World and the Rift Battlefield, as well as the Secret Realm entrances, were all in one place.

In the sky ahead, there was a huge opening, which was the entrance to the Rift Battlefield.

Below were eight huge ancient trees, each with a seven-colored portal, which were the entrances to the Secret Realms.

And in front of the big trees were portals quietly suspended in the void, which were the entrances to the Perished Worlds.

In front of each entrance, there were people guarding.

"Go into this one and see first."

Chen Ang chose the No. 1 Perished World.

But it was not free to enter.

Entering once, 10,000 credits.

Very expensive.

Like the Secret Realms outside, coming out also costs 10,000 credits.

But the harvest inside can also be used to exchange for credits.

"Looks a bit unfamiliar, but be careful, the Perished World is still very dangerous."

The guard reminded after collecting the credits.

Chen Ang thanked him with a smile and stepped into the portal.

Hum.

It felt the same as entering the Secret Realm.

A faint sense of dizziness struck.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him came into view, making Chen Ang shocked.

"This is... a perished world?"

Looking around.

The whole world was full of cracks.

As if it were about to shatter.

The sky was blood red, not blue.

The dust was scorched yellow, having experienced one war after another.

Wherever the gaze reached, there was no vitality, only ruins.

Suddenly.

"****"

"*******"

"***"

Roars came from behind Chen Ang.

Looking back.

Chen Ang's gaze flickered.

It was a group of red-skinned creatures holding triangular forks with devil horns on their heads.

"Demons?"

"In other words, the perishing of this world was because of the invasion of the demon civilization?"

Chen Ang was stunned in his heart, then sneered.

About seven or eight little demons discovered Chen Ang and actually treated Chen Ang as prey, charging toward Chen Ang.

One little demon hadn't arrived yet, but opened its mouth and spat out a fireball.

Seeing this, Chen Ang's heart moved.

Scales covered Chen Ang at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The aura of death permeated.

"Just right, I haven't killed anyone for a while, so I'll take you to warm up my bones first."

Murmuring, Chen Ang waved his right hand.

The flag spear appeared in his hand, and a Dragon Might erupted.

90: Poison Potion, Sneak Attack by Followers.

Under the eruption of Dragon Might.

The little demons had a brief moment of distraction, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

Chen Ang's dragon spear flicked, 'Pfft' sound directly shattered the fireball, and then he took a step, rushing over quickly.

However, in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the little demons.

At this moment.

The little demons also came back to their senses.

Waving their weapons and speaking a language that couldn't be understood at all, they were about to launch an attack on Chen Ang.

But it was too late.

"Die."

Chen Ang said coldly, the dragon spear covered with death dragon breath, and he stabbed out.

Pfft sound.

One little demon was pierced through the head on the spot, and under the engulfment of dragon breath, it turned into a skeleton.

And Chen Ang didn't stop at all, after pulling out the long spear, he swept across again.

Wherever he passed, five or six little demons were directly hit, and the places hit were burned by dragon breath, spreading to their bodies.

The little demons made painful sounds, screamed miserably, and rolled on the ground.

In the end, they still died gradually under the burning of dragon breath.

Only the last little demon saw this scene, and its eyes were even more terrifying. How could it dare to fight Chen Ang? It turned around and wanted to escape.

The corners of Chen Ang's mouth curled up, he raised the dragon spear high and threw it out like a black meteor.

Pfft.

Blood splashed.

The little demon was pierced through the head by the dragon spear from behind and nailed to the ground on the spot.

"Vulnerable."

"But that's right, after all, they are only little demons."

Chen Ang murmured.

Little demons can only be considered cannon fodder in the demon civilization, and it's normal for them to be weak.

Demons symbolize destruction and invasion.

It's no wonder this world perished.