Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

But when he instinctively opened his heart to examine these methods, he suddenly realized that even God could not use them, nor could the Devil within him sense their presence.

This revelation startled Yang Tian.

No magic?

Did you abolish your own amendments?

"Don't waste your energy! This isn't like the people you've known before!"

The old man seemed to have guessed Yang Tian's actions and refused to go any further, saying, "Here, whatever you've done before, you can only rely on your body and the blade in your hand!"

No matter what it is, it is rendered unusable.

Yang Tian knew that he hadn't been abandoned; the feelings he had before, lost in the darkness, were all an illusion. Was this the truth?

Though he didn't know how he had arrived here, it was clear the world in front of him was akin to a forbidden space!

The old man, along with a magician, seemed like they had mistakenly entered this place as practicing monks.

Because they couldn't use the powers of monks, their magic weapons could only serve as ordinary blades. Even if they were damaged, they couldn't be repaired, and could only be sharpened in the most primitive of ways!

Thinking of this, Yang Tian frowned again!

Magic can harm the word Polish, but what does it harm magic?

"Hurry up! Come on! Everyone, get ready! The beasts are coming!"

Just as Yang Rika was preparing to act, someone suddenly returned from afar, their eyes filled with terror as they shouted.

At the same time, hearing the person's summons, the old man accompanying Yang Tian returned, staring at him for several minutes before immediately shouting, "Everyone, prepare to block the entrance to our village and prepare for the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the old man's words, those in the village already wiping down their magic weapons immediately responded, skillfully gripping the thick logs and moving them to the village gate to seal it shut!

Meanwhile, many others took out wooden bows and arrows and walked over to the large wooden wall surrounding the village, urgency palpable.

Follow your people!

Above lies the division of the Demon World's clans, including the Demon Buddha and one of the four realms of demons.

The monks of the Demon Domain are not human, but nurtured by the heavens and earth themselves. Some are formed from flowers, plants, snakes, and foxes, coming in all sorts of forms.

Yang Tian first encountered a demon in the nine-tailed fox Su Qi during a retreat on the land of the demon ancestors on Earth.

Back then, Su Qi's aged soul mistakenly thought Yang Tian was a descendant of the demon clan. Not only did it grant Yang Tian its own retreat, but it also left him the demon ancestors' meritorious methods, which became Yang Tian's Universe Rules.

Yang Tian, grateful for Su Qi's kindness, had once vowed to support demons after acquiring the honor of the demon ancestors.

Only after arriving in the Demon World did Yang Tian have the chance to witness the Demon World himself, but unexpectedly encountered conflict within the Demon World.

Or stood facing the demons.

But soon, Yang Tian realized the demons rushing towards them were unlike ordinary demons.

Normal shapeshifting demons, seeking refined cultivation, would transform upon reaching certain levels, often mimicking monks and humans to such perfection that they became indistinguishable!

However, in front of demons, everyone revealed their original forms—whether in the towering forms of birds and beasts or retreatable spiked shapes, with eyes, ears, noses, flowers, and trees!

Most importantly, Yang Tian smartly sensed no trace of the Silk Corner's intelligence within the demons' eyes, as if their current forms were mere beasts.

"Don't maintain your form!"

As if he observed Yang Tian's distraction and slipping resolve, a man ahead of him reminded him once more before appearing: "If you want to survive, then kill! Remember, their pain point lies in their eyes—only the eyes!"

"Got it!"

Yang Tian nodded immediately.

At this moment, atop the wooden wall, a leader clearly in command shouted, "Draw the bows!"

Swoosh!

Everyone followed the orders, immediately and uniformly drawing their bows and arrows, Yang Tian included along with the people around him!

Commander Ling took a deep breath, but he didn't order the release of the arrows. Instead, he watched until the demons were about a kilometer away and shook the ground with a deafening tremor. Then he shouted, "Fire!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, everyone released their drawn bows, unleashing a rain of arrows in midair that converged into a storm, silencing the demons under its assault!

"Yes!"

Yang Tian naturally aimed one of his arrows, the first piercing through the eye of a wolf-shaped demon howling before him.

The ferocious demon emitted a sharp scream, then tumbled to the ground before being trampled by other retreating demons, reducing it to a pool of mud within moments.

Despite his victory, Yang Tian didn't relax, as he noticed not everyone was as precision-driven in their archery as himself.

Many arrows fired by the others mostly landed on the demons' bodies. However, it was clear the demons weren't ordinary beasts. Their bodies were so resilient that the wooden arrows barely harmed them.

As a result, the kilometer-wide gap quickly shrank to Shengzhou!

"Not enough! It's not enough! No! Sir, do you want to live? Aim for the eyes! The eyes!" Commander Ling naturally noticed this and roared in rage.

Such a tense scene further aggravated those missing their marks, their hit rates plummeting even lower!

"Damn it!"

Fear was evident among the people surrounding Yang Tian. With another missed shot, their gasps grew increasingly desperate.

It was then a hand extended toward Yang Tian. "Do you have more arrows?"

Arrows?

What did that mean?

The man asking suddenly glanced at Yang Tian, at the arrows at his waist. But he noticed Yang Tian's arrow pouch carrying wooden arrows was empty!

The man's eyebrows furrowed immediately.

He hadn't expected Yang Tian to have used up all his wooden arrows slaying demons. After all, how many had he shot dead?

Three? Five?

For Yang Tian to expend 50 arrows now only proved one thing.

These wooden arrows had been wasted by Yang Tian, or maybe dropped due to nervous hands, falling below the wooden wall!

Such mistakes were typical of newcomers, committed time and time again!

"This kind of waste can't remain overlooked!"

Though frustrated at first, the man grew more impatient given the approaching enemies. He refrained from rebuking Yang Tian outright, settling instead for a brief admonishment.

Archery?

Hearing Yang Tian's response and noticing his unwavering expression, the man couldn't comprehend his words!

This was the Arrow Ghost technique, wasn't it?

Was this ordinary archery?

Even amid chaotic thousands in a battalion!

This was undoubtedly a magical precision!

Yet now Yang Tian spoke of it so simply—what did the veteran's Arrow Ghost technique amount to compared to his own?

Was it mere child's play?

The man quickly shifted his focus away from Yang Tian's words. Instead, he contemplated: if Yang Tian could consistently target the demons' eyes, his efficiency in killing enemies would triple.

This would increase their chances of survival, wouldn't it?

With this thought, the man promptly removed three wooden arrows from his waist and handed them to Yang Tian, saying, "Try again!"

"Understood!"