Beasts are divided into three kinds—Barbaric Demons, Spirit Beasts, and Divine Beasts.
Barbaric Demons, deprived of Spiritual Wisdom, brimming with demonic power, are existences that have undergone Demonization.
Spirit Beasts, initially awakened by Spiritual Wisdom, possess Spiritual Power and are beings transford by Spiritual Energy.
Divine Beasts, which ride the clouds and summon the wind and rain, command various Spell Techniques and exist as deities.
Every Barbaric Demon inevitably yearns to beco a Spirit Beast, and every Spirit Beast aspires to evolve into a Divine Beast. Except for the Dragon Horn Turtle, other demon beasts lack the constitution and capability to transform into a dragon over a thousand years. Although they cannot leap directly into becoming Divine Beasts, given a twist of fate, they could evolve into Spirit Beasts. For instance, currently, if any Barbaric Demon seizes the initiative and is the first to kill the Dragon Horn Turtle—which is in the midst of transforming—by consuming its Demon Core, it could purify its demon nature, awaken its Spiritual Wisdom, and beco a Spirit Beast.
Therefore, such a phenonon is considered normal.
Yet at this mont, the appearance of a group of people deeply surprised Wang Xiaoqiang; he used the technique "Observing Heaven and Earth" daily to scout the surroundings within fifty miles and had not detected any human presence. At this crucial mont, however, others ca to compete for the Demon Core.
Wang Xiaoqiang flew swiftly and soon was flying below the Red Cloud.
Below the Red Cloud, in a large clearing amongst the forest, lay a Dragon Horn Turtle as large as a house, undergoing transformation. Its body, enveloped by the hovering Red Cloud, cast in red hues, lay half-lying like a human, emitting cries of a half-demon, half-dragon nature, greedily swallowing the Red Light, alternately fading in and out—brightly appearing as a dragon, and darkly as a turtle.
However, as it continuously swallowed the Red Light, the periods of brightness grew longer, and the darkness shorter, and its cries increasingly resembled a dragon's roar.
It appeared that before long, it would shed its demon nature and transform into a dragon and fly away.
Wang Xiaoqiang shifted his gaze from the Dragon Horn Turtle and scanned around. At that mont, he saw a Ninth Level Barbaric Demon, a Thorn Flood Dragon, rapidly approaching.
Without further thought, Wang Xiaoqiang acted upon his willpower, and the Patterned Beast flashed out from him, uttering a mighty roar and pounced toward the Thorn Flood Dragon.
Eighth Level against Ninth Level, the Patterned Beast showed no fear.
Firstly, after a month of cultivation, the Patterned Beast's demonic power had improved; secondly, as the master's Cultivation Base grew, it subtly enhanced the beast's abilities as well.
Now with its strength, combined with its ability to fly and beco invisible, it matched the Thorn Flood Dragon well.
The Thorn Flood Dragon, eager to obtain the Demon Core, was infuriated by the blockage of the Patterned Beast. It shook its head, its spike-like horn surging toward the Patterned Beast.
As the two beasts clashed, Wang Xiaoqiang propped open the Spiritual Energy Protective Shield, took the Penglai Immortal Sword from the Suru Ring, and rushed toward the Dragon Horn Turtle which was in the state of transforming into a dragon.
"Kind sir, spare my life! A thousand years of cultivation is not easy to co by. Please show rcy. Once I transform into a dragon, I will surely assist your cultivation and repay your rcy of not killing ..."
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang charging at him, the Dragon Horn Turtle actually spoke human words, pleading with Wang Xiaoqiang.
By then, Wang Xiaoqiang had already reached its side and had raised the Penglai Immortal Sword. Hearing the Dragon Horn Turtle's plea, he hesitated for a mont, but at that instant, from not too far away, ca the expected sound of trampling and various odd cries of Barbaric Demons. Hearing this, he spoke, "Spirit Turtle, listen—many of your kind now seek to kill you for your core. Even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to transform into a dragon; you're destined to die today, so you can't bla !"
With that, he thrust the sword downward.
To transform into a dragon, the Dragon Horn Turtle had to first disperse all its demonic power before it could absorb the Divine Power from the Red Cloud.
Thus, at this mont, it was rely a shell without any defensive capability.
The Penglai Immortal Sword pierced through the body of the Dragon Horn Turtle, pinning it firmly to the ground.
The Dragon Horn Turtle whimpered in agony, stopped absorbing Divine Power, and struggled desperately.
But it was hardly any use.
Wang Xiaoqiang stepped on its body, pulled out the Dagger Fish, opened its belly, and took out sothing transparent and luminous—not a Demon Crystal, nor a Dragon Pill, but a—a Demon Core.
The sound of Barbaric Demons running drew nearer, their thudding strides booming like drums. Various terrifying howls filled the area.
Before the onslaught of beasts arrived, he had to find an escape.
Without further thought, he placed the Demon Core into the Suru Ring, pulled out the Penglai Immortal Sword from the Dragon Horn Turtle's body, and with a thought, the Patterned Beast, which was still incessantly battling the Thorn Flood Dragon, growled softly, ceased fighting, and ca to its master's side, half crouching. Wang Xiaoqiang stamped his foot, leaped onto the beast's back, and mounted it.
The Patterned Beast, carrying Wang Xiaoqiang, gave a loud shout, spread its wings, and flapped upwards into flight.
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As the Patterned Beast reached mid-air, on the forest clearing below, the beast wave had reached, centering on the Dragon Horn Turtle, which had failed to transform and was nearing death. Various sizes and shapes of Barbaric Demons packed the clearing tightly.
There was also a group of ten n, dressed in black armor, wielding Spirit Soldiers, who had also hurriedly arrived, but in the face of so many Barbaric Demons, these ten did not dare approach. They hid far away in dense woods, whispering and discussing sothing amongst themselves.
At that mont, on the central clearing of the beast wave, the Dragon Horn Ghost had turned into a corpse. Its belly was slit open, still oozing green blood. Seeing this scene, the horde of Barbaric Demons let out a clamor, and a massive noise surged to the heavens, causing Wang Xiaoqiang, hovering in mid-air, to feel his ears buzzing, so he imdiately directed the Patterned Beast to fly a bit higher.
A three-eyed spirit ape, towering over thirty feet tall, erged from the crowd, stretching out its furry gigantic claw and screeching. Suddenly, the cacophonous cries of the demon savages fell silent.
Clearly, a tenth-level demon barbarian held considerable deterrence. Obviously, this monstrously large three-eyed ape must be the overlord of these woods.
The three-eyed ape stopped the frenzied beasts, moved to the corpse of the dragon horn turtle, and squatted down like a human. It reached into the gash in the turtle's belly, fumbling around. When it couldn't find what it was seeking, this three-eyed creature showed a frantic fury. Its sharp claws wildly tore into the turtle's stomach, turning it into a mushy ss of flesh, and still not finding what it wanted, the ape's frenzied state beca apparent as it astonishingly spoke human words, "The demon core has been stolen. Who stole the demon core?"
As it spoke, it suddenly turned its head, its gaze sweeping over the crowd. It first scanned the demon savages with two of its eyes, then activated its third eye. This third eye, located on its forehead, was twice as big as the other two eyes,
From that eye, a fierce white light shot out, extrely bright and intensely piercing, nearly penetrating the bodies of the demon savages. Under that beam of light, all the demons appeared transparent, revealing everything inside them.
Even with the third eye activated, the ape still couldn't find the demon core, and its frantic emotion finally erupted as it howled to the sky, roaring,
"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"
These three roars shook the area for miles, causing the lower-level demon savages to cower to the ground, whimpering softly.
Hearing this cry, the ten n dressed in black armor hidden in the dense forest appeared exceedingly panicked, desperately fleeing in the opposite direction.
Wang Xiaoqiang rode the patterned beast, following them from high above.
After running for the duration of an incense stick, those ten black-armored n t up with another group and stopped fleeing. Both groups gestured and discussed sothing with each other.
To avoid exposing his target, Wang Xiaoqiang guided the patterned beast downward.
Jumping down from the patterned beast, a thought crossed his mind, and the beast transford into a ghostly shadow that returned to his body.
With the patterned beast retracted, Wang Xiaoqiang stealthily approached a tree not far from the group to observe.
From a distance, he could only make out their general shapes. In addition to the ten initially sighted n in black armor, there were thirty more black-armored individuals. These forty black-armored n, when gathered, also grouped in tens and stood in batches, even forming a faint formation. They all held weapons in their hands.
Besides these forty, there were five people dressed in robes, four of whom were n and one a woman.
From the position they stood, it was apparent these five were the leaders.
Wang Xiaoqiang quietly watched these forty-five figures, wondering:
Could it be a hunting party from a cultivation family?
Hunting parties from cultivation families often involved a group erging from their lairs, sotis hundreds at a ti, sotis just a few dozens. They moved quickly, entering the forest to slay demons and retrieve cores, continuously moving and rarely staying long in the woods. However, these forty-five people didn't seem like they were hunting.
If not hunting, then what were they doing?
Wang Xiaoqiang quickly rushed into a nearby patch of forest. From this place, he could see them clearer, but still couldn't distinguish their faces.
Just then, the group began to move, forming up and marching toward the direction where the dragon horn turtle had transford into a dragon.
The ten previously fleeing black-armored n led the way at the front.
Twenty black-armored n flanked both sides, guarding the five robe-clad individuals.
The remaining ten black-armored n followed behind.
Just by this formation alone, it was clear this was a party even more strictly organized than a martial family.
And the identities of those five robe-clad people were clearly quite prestigious.
Seeing them about to move further away, Wang Xiaoqiang followed behind the group.
The team had marched for a while when suddenly, one of the black-armored n dropped out of formation.
As Wang Xiaoqiang drew closer, he saw the man approach a tree to undo his trousers, clearly intending to urinate.
At that mont, Wang Xiaoqiang could see the man clearly: dressed in black armor, he was also holding a spirit soldier in his hand.
This equipnt clearly surpassed that of the typical cultivation family and most likely belonged to a guard from so City Lord's family.
To clarify the identity of this group, Wang Xiaoqiang hastened toward the man who was urinating.
The main group was just ahead, and the man seemingly had no guard up. As Wang Xiaoqiang approached him from behind, the man beca alert only at the last mont. In his panic, he didn't even pull up his trousers but rely gestured with his right hand, attempting to raise a Spiritual Energy Protective Shield.
Before the shield could fully form, thirty strands of Spiritual Energy silk, like serpents, wrapped around him, binding him tightly like a white dumpling. He circulated his Spiritual Power, struggling desperately to expand the cocoon of Spiritual Energy light. However, despite his best efforts in the Solidification Realm, he was ultimately overwheld and exhausted. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to cast your recomndation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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