Countless hidden weapons burst out suddenly from the dim forest.
All the guards and experts on the outskirts attacked simultaneously.
The direction from the wind cos.
A dark shadow leapt into the air, sleeves waving.
Fang Che shouted: "Hold your breath! Block your pores, close your eyes! King level, guide the wind outwards in front! Master Yuan, attack and kill from both sides!"
Countless yellow smoke gushed out suddenly from that person’s sleeves, instantly forming a yellow wind that rolled towards everyone.
With a roar, Yuan Jingjiang fearlessly charged forward.
Fang Che yelled: "Stop yelling like an idiot, shut your mouth tight! Don’t talk while fighting!"
Just as he finished speaking, the yellow smoke was almost upon them, quickly closing his mouth, holding his breath, blocking his pores.
The two King level experts took off their cloaks, using them as giant fans, frantically using Spiritual Power to fan the wind, letting the yellow smoke drift past the sides of everyone.
The outermost deacon couldn’t help but feel curious and peeked sideways with one eye, only to be struck by the yellow wind. Instantly, he scread miserably as his eyes rotted into yellow water, wailing and screaming frantically, hands flailing.
Fang Che sternly said: "Kill him with weapons! Throw him out! Quick!"
Tears streaming, several deacons killed this poisoned brother, threw the corpse out, and in the yellow wind, the body sizzled and turned into a shiny skeleton in an instant!
The yellow smoke quickly passed by, drifting far away and becoming fainter.
In the forest, a miserable scream was heard as Yuan Jingjiang sliced the man in black into two, kicking the corpse away fiercely.
anwhile, two other King level experts also threw out two corpses from the rugged rocks.
One person laughed: "It was just the poison that was formidable, their true cultivation..."
Fang Che already rushed up, sternly asked: "Why aren’t you wearing gloves?"
This King level expert was startled and said: "My hands are impervious to water and fire, I don’t need..."
He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw his own hand; his left hand, which killed the enemy, had turned completely black, with yellow water leaking from the fingertips, yet he felt nothing.
He was greatly shocked.
"Cut it off at the elbow!" Fang Che’s voice was urgent, a loud shout.
The King level expert next to him severed it with a single sword strike, and instantly, this King level expert’s hand was cut off at the elbow.
However, yellow smoke arose from the severed arm area.
Fang Che, furiously charging forward, gathered all his cultivation, drew his sword and slashed. Severing at the shoulder, then finally seeing blood gushing out.
Said: "Quickly staunch the blood!"
Turned around, furiously scolding: "Your sword just killed a demon race, and you used it to cut a comrade’s wound? Are you out of your mind? Clean your sword!"
The other King level expert had a face like dirt.
Could never have imagined that in trying to help cut off his brother’s poisoned hand, due to his sword, his brother’s entire arm couldn’t be saved.
Imdiately felt desolate as if dead!
Quickly practiced and shook the longsword clean, extrely ashad, said: "Brother, I... I..."
The injured King level expert trembled in pain all over, face ashen: "Don’t bla you... it’s my own carelessness."
Fang Che had already stanched the bleeding for him, sighed: "Consider yourself lucky. The poison hasn’t reached the shoulder; if it had passed the shoulder line, not even an immortal could save you."
"Alas..."
Fang Che sighed.
By this ti, Yuan Jingjiang had also descended.
Everyone shouted in unison: "Clean the sword."
Yuan Jingjiang said, face dark with lines: "Already clean."
Looking at the King level expert who lost an entire arm to poison, sighed: "Oh, you, you."
This King level expert also looked regretful.
Killing enemies while wearing gloves was Fang Che’s rule.
But he prided himself on being invulnerable to swords and spears with his hard-trained body, never paid attention, but didn’t expect to suffer such a huge loss.
"Master Yuan, your gloves didn’t touch the enemy, right?" Fang Che asked.
"No, I kicked his corpse away with one foot." Yuan Jingjiang said proudly.
Fang Che covered his forehead, unwilling to speak further: "Change the shoes imdiately! Alas..."
Yuan Jingjiang looked down, only to see the tip and half the sole of his shiny black boot, already slightly eroded to grayish white.
He was frightened in a flash.
Quickly took them off, but with no suitable war boots at the mont, casually borrowed a pair of ordinary shoes, wearing one on one foot.
The other foot still wore a war boot.
After throwing that war boot out, he could still see it continuously emitting smoke.
Yuan Jingjiang’s nose tip was sweating.
If he hadn’t noticed and continued wearing it, probably, in about another half a quarter of an hour, he wouldn’t have kept that foot.
...
Fang Che’s face was dark, really speechless.
In his previous life, he’d heard more than once that Guardians and Guardians are two different beings.
Fang Che himself felt it was not very clear, especially during urban battles, Guardians were very diligent, and he hadn’t noticed so many flaws.
But at this mont, once in such an infernal battle environnt, he imdiately realized the stark difference indeed!
Gathered everyone, including Yuan Jingjiang and others, all stood neatly below, Fang Che began to lecture.
"I’ve always said, wear gloves, even after killing the demon race, any gloves that touched their clothes must be discarded imdiately. Weapons should be imdiately scoured with Spiritual Energy!"
Fang Che shouted angrily: "How can each of you be so stupid? Got brains filled with shit, huh? And the one who died, really wasn’t wronged a bit, just had to peek over at the yellow smoke, what’s there to see? Is it so hard to stay alive honestly?"
"This is a Dead End!"
"Although we don’t know what the Demon Sect is up to, but when they simultaneously erupt nine volcanoes, isn’t it worthwhile to think deeply?"
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