Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

The conversation between Cao Yanling and Jila lasted only a few breaths. Before Jila could continue to answer Cao Yanling's questions, the Wind-Walking people who were about to attack Jila suddenly showed looks of fear on their faces, and their figures turned into afterimages and fled into the distance.

"Gira, we'll settle our accounts later!"

Li Qing said something and followed his tribe members.

"Something's coming."

Cao Yanling frowned and looked at a small tornado not far away. The next moment, two blade wheels flew out from it, brushed past Cao Yanling, and in the blink of an eye they flew in front of the Wind-Treading Clan and others. Then a tornado rose from the blade wheels, blocking their way.

"Little thing, you can't escape."

"Well! Strangers have come to Windy City!"

Two figures walked out from the strong wind, one blocked the Wind-Treading Clan and others, and the other stood on a high place in front of Cao Yanling and the others.

"No matter who you are! Anyone who trespasses into Windy City will die!"

The man in front of Cao Yanling was the first to attack. He was a bald man with a big knife on his back, a general under the Wind King named Yanhai Luosha.

"Die! Just you?" Jira consciously stood in front of Cao Yanling. As spiritual power surged, a huge figure emerged from behind Jira.

Under the ferocious appearance like a dinosaur, the sharp claws exude a captivating cold light, and a pair of scarlet vertical pupils stare ahead with greed.

The ancient vicious beast Shalomanda, and Jira's guardian spirit calls itself a Fire-eating Lizard.

It was also the first time that Cao Yanling saw a fire-eating lizard condense into a physical body on its own, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise. The ability of this fire-eating lizard to devour fire was even stronger than he expected.

As the fire-eating lizard breathed in and out, the red lines on his body became faintly visible, and the lines were filled with the breath of Avici Fire. These were obviously the changes that occurred after he devoured Cao Yanbing's Formless Fire Emperor.

Just as the fire-eating lizard rushed towards the Yanghai Rakshasa, a battle broke out on the other side. A golden figure condensed from behind the Windwalker named Li Qing and greeted the woman holding the blade wheel.

"That's a black sting bee!"

That golden figure was a giant spirit bee wearing golden armor, and according to the aura felt by Cao Yanling, it was the guardian spirit of the former sergeant uncle.

The woman holding the blade wheel was named Luo Beiming, another general under the Wind King. Her attack was extremely fierce, but after a few rounds, the Xuanzhe Bee was defeated by her, and its entity was dissolved and returned to Li Qing's body.

"Ao Mu, save them!"

Silver light flashed, like a startled wild goose across the sky. In the blink of an eye, Ao Mu came in front of Luo Beiming, raised his spear, and blocked Luo Beiming's attack.

Cao Yanling did not pay attention to Ao Mu's battle, which was a sure win, but instead turned his attention to Li Qing.

"Who is Li Yuan to you?"

"That's my father." Li Qing looked at Cao Yanling gratefully. He didn't expect that the person who was traveling with Jira would save him.

"Is that so?" Cao Yanling nodded and said nothing more. There was no need to ask about things that could already be guessed, which would only add to the sadness.

As he spoke, grey threads spread out from his hands and wrapped around Li Qing's body like nimble little snakes.

Li Qing wanted to dodge, but the black sting bee in his body made him not resist. The black sting bee sensed a familiar breath from Cao Yanling, and after those gray threads entered Li Qing's body, Li Qing's body was changing towards the original direction.

Gray silk is spread out, as fine as spring rain that moistens everything silently, floating and dancing... interweaving into a gray cocoon of transformation, protecting the butterfly that is about to spread its wings.

On the other side, due to the huge gap in strength, Xuan Luosha and Luo Beiming were quickly captured. Purgatory thorns bound the two and hung them under the scorching sun, and Jira began to interrogate the Wind King about his situation.

But their reverence for the Wind King seemed to have reached a crazy level. No matter what tricks Jira used, the two remained silent, leaving Jira helpless and furious.

At this time in the broken sand city, there were gray silk cocoons standing everywhere. These were the soldier kings of the Wind-Walking Clan hiding in various places in the sand city. Li Qing and others whom Cao Yanling had met before had already restored their human bodies.

"The four kings of Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon are actually ancient monsters. Perhaps because they have lived for too long, they must rely on spirit hosts if they want to retain their power in the underworld..."

The interrogation was fruitless, so Jira explained Cao Yanling's previous problems based on the information he had collected over the years.

“But they are different from guardian spirits. They don’t have to obey the orders of the host and are not bound by any constraints.

Therefore, they chose a freer path. They directly wiped out the consciousness of the soul they were attached to, turning them into living dead and becoming their container...

And back then, King Feng was attracted by Yan Qiaoqiao's body!"

"It's because you opened the door to the Luhua Ancient Tower!"

Li Qing spoke angrily. Although with Cao Yanling's mediation, they no longer regarded Jira as their mortal enemy, but they were still full of hostility.

"Yes, it was me who opened the door to the Luhua Ancient Building. It was me who caused all this!"

Jira spoke frankly, but without any sign of admitting his fault.

"But it also lets you see what you are guarding, doesn't it?"

Jira's words left Li Qing silent, and the Windwalkers lowered their heads upon hearing it.

What his family had been guarding for generations turned out to be nothing but a group of demons!

"Didn't you protect him for five years?"

Cao Yanling's factual statement made Jira's eyes twitch and he lowered his head silently.

"Hahaha... here she comes! Welcome death!"

At this moment, the Dazzling Sea Rakshasa under the thorns suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"I was wondering why you guys haven't come back yet. It turns out you were captured by outsiders. You look so miserable!"

The indifferent voice came with the wind, and the seemingly calm wind easily tore apart the purgatory thorns.

Swish!

The wind rises and then stops!

A heroic woman with a cloak on her back and her high ponytail flying in the wind suddenly appeared on the roof in front of them.

The King of Wind, Long Lingfeng, is here!

The wind stops, the wind rises, the wind never stops, old friends, old acquaintances, old faces meet, their handsome appearance has not changed after many years, but old friends are no longer old friends.

After several years and four seasons, the somewhat familiar figure seemed to have not changed at all, but he had grown a lot taller. However, the heroic spirit between his eyebrows had turned into bone-chilling indifference.

Cao Yanling couldn't help but feel angry. It seemed that one of his few friends was missing!

Amidst the flashing silver light, the pitch-black dragon wings spread out in the air, like a dark cloud covering the city, making everyone's eyes suddenly go dark.

——Realm·Shadow Barrier

The light in his eyes was instantly taken away, and Long Lingfeng also showed a trace of panic. The red flame instantly condensed behind him, forming a pair of wings, which dispelled the darkness in front of him.

But, when the darkness was dispelled, what came into view was an even greater horror!

It was a demonic figure!

Shadows as thick as blood dripped from the sickle-like black dragon wings. The manic wind swirled around its body as if to protect its master, making its cloak-like long hair rustle.

The emerald green antlers flashed with dazzling blood veins, beneath which was an icy and indescribable face, with cold silver pupils staring at him.

That! That’s not the look one uses to look at a living being!

——Spiritual Demon Transformation·Fourth Stage