Published: December 25, 2024
The closest person to the transformed dry corpse of the warrior was Nie Shuangshuang. In the blink of an eye, the warrior's blade was already before her, and at that moment, Nie Shuangshuang was completely stunned, with no reaction at all.
Seeing that the opponent's blade was about to hit her, Meng Zhanyuan suddenly roared, “Shuangshuang!” and lunged forward.
“Puh!”
The dry corpse's blade instantly struck Meng Zhanyuan, shattering his protective true energy. The inner armor beneath his robe was also torn open, and the blade embedded itself in his arm, causing blood to spurt out.
Fortunately, under the defense of the protective true energy and the inner armor, the opponent's blade only severely injured Meng Zhanyuan, but did not sever his arm.
“Shuangshuang, hurry, help me, kill him!”
Meng Zhanyuan tightly gripped the blade that was lodged in his arm and urgently yelled at Nie Shuangshuang.
However, at this moment, Nie Shuangshuang was trembling in fear. Not only did she not move to help, but she turned around and ran, heading directly toward Qin Chen, completely disregarding the conflict she had just had with him.
“Help me, save me! As long as you can save me, I can do anything for you,” Nie Shuangshuang said in panic, even tearing off her clothing, revealing her alluring figure to the air.
But Nie Shuangshuang was completely oblivious, only looking at Qin Chen with desperate eyes, as if she could do anything for him if he asked.
Because she clearly knew that if anyone could survive this moment, it would only be Qin Chen. To live, she was willing to do whatever Qin Chen asked.
“Get lost!”
Qin Chen coldly shouted, completely ignoring Nie Shuangshuang, his eyes filled with disgust. Though this woman was pretty, she was merely a rotten flesh sack. Even if she were offered to him, he would find it repulsive.
“Shuangshuang.” Meng Zhanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging with rage as he looked at Qin Chen, not sure if it was due to his injury or his anger.
“Roar!” At this moment, the dry corpse warrior saw that Meng Zhanyuan was firmly gripping his blade and could not move. It let out a furious roar and lifted its weapon forcefully.
“Ah!”
Meng Zhanyuan screamed in agony as blood gushed from his arm like a fountain.
The dry corpse warrior raised its blade again, its face twisted in fury, and slashed down at Meng Zhanyuan once more.
“Roar roar roar!”
The remaining seven or eight Strange Beasts around also roared and pounced toward the crowd.
“It’s over, it’s over! We’re all going to die here! These Blood Demon Beasts can’t be killed, they can't be killed!”
The Martial Venerable who had previously mentioned the Blood Demon Beasts showed despair in his eyes, his face pale.
“Wu Gongling, what do you know?” a nearby warrior asked in terror.
“These are Blood Demon Beasts, unique to the Heavenly Demon Secret Realm, with terrifying defenses that surpass those of ordinary blood beasts. The key is that they cannot be killed; even if they are killed, they will transform into ghostly spirits, devouring the essence of warriors and even occupying their bodies, turning them into demons that only know bloodlust and slaughter,” Wu Gongling trembled as he spoke, his gaze filled with despair. “With so many Blood Demon Beasts, we can't win; in the end, we will all die at their hands because they cannot be killed.”
Transforming into ghostly spirits?
Qin Chen’s heart jolted, and he suddenly realized.
He finally understood why he had felt a sense of familiarity with the violent aura within the Blood Demon Beast earlier; that aura was cold and evil, almost identical to the ghostly beasts he had encountered in the Black Death Marsh.
“Could it be that the Blood Demon Beasts Wu Gongling mentioned are the same as the ghostly beasts from the Black Death Marsh?”
With a thought, Qin Chen’s eyes flashed as he swung the mysterious rusty sword in his hand toward the dry corpse that was slashing at Meng Zhanyuan.