Boom!
Starlight Force Field, fully activated!
An absolute domain with a twenty-ter radius suddenly descended!
A viscous sense of delay, like lead and rcury, instantly filled the entire cavern entrance!
The dozen or so Shuffling Corpse Puppets and Rotting Corpse Dogs at the forefront crashed into an invisible mire, their furious charge abruptly halted, and their movents beca incredibly sluggish!
At the mont the force field expanded.
"Shocking Do!"
Fang Qingyu whispered.
Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash transford into a Dark Gold Electric Glow almost undetectable by the naked eye!
The blade light splashed wildly like ink pouring in the densest part of the corpse horde!
Fast! To the extre!
Ssssss——!
The light sounds of flesh separating and bones breaking lded into one!
Wherever the blade light passed, the heavy bony plates of the Corpse Puppets were sliced like paper, and the twisted bodies of the Corpse Dogs were instantly dismbered!
Dirty blood and shredded flesh rained down like a storm, forming a brief and eerie crimson curtain under the delay of the Starlight Force Field!
"Roar!"
From the flank, two Bone-piercing Corpse Guards braved the delay of the force field, brandishing Ghostly Green Bone Blades, lunging with an air-tearing shriek at Fang Qingyu’s blind spot from behind!
"Tribulation Ashes!"
Fang Qingyu didn’t even turn his head.
The Dragon Sparrow Blade Montum abruptly shifted from extre speed to ultimate explosion!
With a turn and slash, Red Tribulation Fire and brilliant starlight on the blade rged, compressed, and then burst!
Boom!!!
A Destructive Blade Gang entwined with dark red tribulation flas and flickering star arches, like a roaring Furious Dragon, collided fiercely with the Bone Blades of the Bone-piercing Corpse Guards attempting to block!
Annihilation!
The Bone Blades shattered! The blade gang’s montum was undiminished as it violently pierced into the corpse guard’s chest cavity, blasting a massive charred hole through its resilient corpse body!
Dirty blood and internal organs mixed with jumping electric arcs splattered out!
The Bone Blade of the other Corpse Guard was already close at hand!
"Sss!"
A condensed, substantial orange-red fire line was launched second but arrived first, pinpointing the middle of the Bone Blade with terrifying precision!
The terrifying high temperature instantly lted it! It was Jiang Wei!
Simultaneously, a purple Shadow gracefully cut in like a phantom!
Wei Banng’s dual blades slashed two deadly crossing cold lights!
Like surgical scalpels, the dual blades sliced into the most fragile joint connections of the Corpse Guard!
Tendons severed! Bones shattered!
The forward montum of the Corpse Guard instantly collapsed, landing wailing onto the ground, pierced through the skull by the following blades of Wei Banng.
The trio’s cooperation was seamless!
Fang Qingyu took the offensive, like a furious storm of Thunder, crushing the front-line enemies with absolute power and speed!
Wherever the Dragon Sparrow went, severed limbs flew!
Jiang Wei controlled the field, the orange-red fire line acting as precise sniping, always interrupting lethal attacks at the critical monts or igniting clusters of Corpse Ghosts.
Wei Banng, like a Death God in the shadows, targeted joints and vital areas with dual blades, causing maximum paralysis with minimal cost, and efficiently reaping the foes.
The oncoming Corpse Ghosts were like waves crashing against rocks.
In front of the death-defying line built by the trio, they were savagely torn apart, incinerated, dismbered!
The entrance of the cave rapidly piled up with a thick, wall of corpses mixed with charred black and icy blue!
Dirty blood soaked the cold rocks, emitting a nauseating stench.
The rumbling of battle, the howls of Corpse Ghosts, and the explosions of flas reverberated throughout the gigantic cavern.
No one knew how much ti had passed, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a dozen.
When Fang Qingyu executed the final slash of "Returning to Silence," silently pinning the last Bone-piercing Corpse Guard attempting a surprise attack from the overhead rock wall, the surging tide of corpses was finally, temporarily repelled.
From the depths of the crevice, the sounds of unwilling howls still emanated, but for the mont, it seed no new monsters were erging.
The cave was in disarray, corpses strewn everywhere, dirty blood flowing, the air thick with the strong scent of char and decaying death.
Fang Qingyu slowly sheathed his blade.
The tip of the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash dripped with viscous black blood, splattering tiny blood flowers on the icy ground.
His chest heaved slightly, the surging red Qi Blood around him gradually calming, the molten glow under his skin beca subdued, but those eyes, in the dim light, shone with astonishing brightness.
He casually reached into the inner pocket of his combat uniform, pulled out a piece of compressed biscuit, tore open the packaging, and chewed it expressionlessly.
Then he walked to the Life Ghosts and effortlessly extracted all the Life Pearls.
After tossing so to Wei Banng,
Fang Qingyu directly took the remaining Life Pearls, returned to his previous spot, and sat down cross-legged again.
He began to cultivate with these still warm Micro Level Life Pearls.
"Quickly recover."
Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm and unperturbed.
As if the recent bloody slaughter was rely brushing away so dust.
Wei Banng silently retracted his dual blades, watching Fang Qingyu seize another handful of Qi Blood Crystals, closed his eyes to circulate his cultivation technique as the red glow around him surged anew.
On his cold face, for the first ti, a nearly absurd tremor was clearly evident.
This lunatic... Did he really consider this hell as a training ground?
Considering these endless Life Ghosts as an inexhaustible treasure trove?!
In the darkness, Fang Qingyu felt the energy of Life Pearls draining swiftly from his palms, the frighteningly rapid growth of his Observation thod’s experience bar, and the chilling dragging sounds and howls faintly erging from the crevice in the depths of the cave...
The corners of his mouth, in shadow unseen by anyone.
Curved upwards ever so slightly yet clearly.
That arc...
Carrying a feverish anticipation.
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