Chapter 1066: Like Looking at A Mirror

"It's time I ventured into the miasma-filled lands. From what I heard, the Black Demons have their respective tales to tell. This is bound to be an interesting journey." A certain middle-aged man with small patches of white calmly walked through the miasma-filled lands, completely unfazed.

He didn't even glance at the Red Demons that were constantly attacking him, all to no avail. They failed to even scratch him as he continued to walk, undisturbed by their presence, attacks, and sheer numbers.

At the start, there were just three Red Demons. But upon seeing their struggling expressions, more Red Demons jumped in, attacking the man constantly. Eventually, there were over a hundred Red Demons taking turns to launch their strongest attacks on the man.

But everything proved to be futile. Eventually, they aimed to just stop him in his tracks first, lining up before him one after another, simply pushing him like a train. But no matter what, he didn't stop. In fact, his speed wasn't even in the least affected.

He just continued to walk in a peaceful expression, looking at the struggling Red Demons with interest. "If the me from when I just arrived at Layer 2 saw this scene, he would kneel before me."

Suddenly, his expression changed as he felt something wet touch his feet. "Who the heck urinated on me? You should try harder to stop me, and not..."

He paused, noticing the Red Demons also stare at the wetness with confused expressions. The man then noticed a stream of water flowing over from somewhere far away, curious as he activated one of his passive abilities, trailing through the water stream towards the source, immediately noticing three individuals. "Eh? Isn't that Krune? How come he ended up in such a state?"

Right as he thought of that, he looked at Feifei, muttering to himself, "So, she's healing him. Hmm, a lady with fiery hair, just as he had said before. Is she his wife? Damn, how did this idiot snag someone with much...character? She's also pretty to boot."

He then focused on the lady standing beside the duo, looking at everything with a calm expression, vigilant against any Black Demons that might try to sneak attack now that they had probably noticed the traces of the water that had seeped into the labyrinth in torrents.

"This lady is...beautiful, graceful, charming, intelligent, smart, authoritative, dynamic, pretty cool, looks overpowered, and seems to be in control of any situation. Damn, it feels like staring at a mirror, but only the gender has been swapped. How is this possible?" The man thought, suddenly flinching when the other party turned around, making eye contact, despite being more than 100 kilometers apart.

He then noticed her lip movements, wording it out as he read them. "Cul...ti...va...tor...?"

Cultivator!

"What? Does she know me?" The man, Cultivator was startled for a moment before he thought to himself. "Wait, my name is the same as what every damn creature that can eat and fart Godly Energy is called. So, she shouldn't have talked about me."

He then noticed the woman saying something to the lady with the fiery hair before sprinting in his direction. "Nope. Shit, she was talking about me, after all. Does she feel threatened by my beautiful, graceful, charming, intelligent, smart, authoritative, dynamic, pretty cool, powerful-looking, and seemingly in control of any situation self? This is rather troubling."

Right as he had thought of that, Cultivator flinched when he saw a sea of fishes created from bodies of light swim towards him at tremendous speeds, beyond what a Black Demon could run at. The sea of fishes quickly tore through the group of Red Demons surrounding him, making their way towards him in a matter of ten seconds.

Unwilling to sustain unnecessary damage, Cultivator crossed his hands before himself, turning his entire body grey, resembling a stone, watching the fishes crash into it and burst from the impact. Nevertheless, the fishes continued to collide into him, at times biting him in an effort to devour him. Unfortunately, they were unable to even scratch him.

Or, to be more specific, the innumerous impacts failed to even budge him from his spot as Cultivator continued to walk forward, soon noticing Zamuria dashing towards him through his naked eye. And at the moment she appeared in his line of sight, she waved her hands, pointing them horizontally before unleashing hundreds of fishes.

The fishes made arcs through the air, approaching him from two sides, causing him to shout, "Hey, that's cheating."

"Besides..." He shouted now that Zamuria was in hearing range of his voice. "Why are you even attacking me? This is the first time I'm seeing you."

"Oh, really?" Zamuria expressed killing intent, causing the miasma around her to tremble from the display of power as she said, "But, I assure you. This isn't the first time you've seen me. Though, this would indeed be the last time."

"What...do you mean?" Cultivator frowned, entering a stance upon feeling the brunt of her killing intent, suddenly asking in interest, "Do you have a reason? Why are you doing this? It feels odd to fight without a backstory."

"You indeed make a point there." For a moment, Zamuria even retracted her killing intent, rubbing her chin to think before realizing her objective, emitting her killing intent once again as she slammed a pillar of light into Cultivator. "Well, that doesn't matter."

However, she frowned upon noticing that Cultivator didn't even budge from her hit, frowning as she changed her attack into a hammer that spanned a couple hundred meters in length, slamming it right onto Cultivator, sending him reeling into the ground, causing a massive sandstorm in place.

But a couple of seconds later, Cultivator jumped out of the hole, landing on the ground, unscathed. Snorting, Zamuria focused, unleashing a dense beam of light by expending a great deal of energy, shaping it into a pair of scissors, clamping it onto Cultivator.

Upon noticing the force imbued in it, even he was alarmed, hurriedly grabbing hold of the blades clamping on him, noticing the rock forming his palms began to crack and shatter bit by bit, asking her in a shout, "Are you really not going to talk?"

"I won't!" Zamuria shouted in return, increasing the force in the pair of scissors.