Devour

Chapter 357 Victory in the first battle

Following the direction of the Death Giant, a skinny old man with a rat-like face really rushed over, shouting, "Damn it! Where is Li Fengrun? We agreed not to offend each other, but so many people have been eaten. I will never let you go today!"

The old man suddenly pulled out a short dagger and attacked quickly and fiercely, slashing at the death giant with waves of blood-red sharpness.

Cheng Bai recognized that the person coming was Diao Jin who had escaped from the Ladder of All Things before, and said, "Senior Diao used the same Blood Sea Universal Salvation Art as Min Wushuang, and combined with the Fu Sheng Sword Technique, it looked even more sophisticated and experienced. Let's let him test his proficiency."

The battle situation on the ground changed drastically in an instant, and a bloody murderous aura swept over and gathered into a sea of blood, instantly submerging the entire mountain-like body of the Death Giant.

The scarlet knife energy surged violently, and a large number of twisted and crazy bloody people emerged from it. Each of them looked like a demon breaking free from its shackles, waving their sharp claws and desperately tearing at the mountain of flesh. Some tightly grasped a hand, or hugged a leg, or grabbed a face, using all their strength to try to tear the bloody flesh into pieces.

The Death Giant's flesh was splattered all over by the fierce attack, and the flesh floated down and turned into foam on the surface of the sea of blood, which then burst into wisps of blood-red smoke and dissipated.

Witnessing the horrific hellish scene of bloodshed, Qian Buduo was so frightened that his heart was trembling. His lips trembled as he said, "This... chilling martial arts that form strange phenomena are really... amazing!"

Bei Tingjun frowned slightly and said disdainfully: "The murderous aura is too strong, and the skills are going to extremes."

Kua E-yang crossed his arms and commented in a moderate manner: "This type of practitioners follow the path of killing. They secretly accumulate murderous aura for years and then release it in one breath, with a fierce prestige like a torrent pouring down."

Qian Buduo pointed and said, "Look! The 'Evil Wing' dagger in his hand is very famous. It is made of green gold and ranks 21st on the Tianbao List."

Cheng Bai commented on who was better: "Diao Jin has a deep cultivation base, but compared to Min Wushuang, he does not have the power to suppress demons, and his visions are inferior in rank. The two have very different temperaments, but they are both very compatible with this style of cultivation."

The green dagger flashed with cold light and drew deadly arcs. As the move was exhausted, the surging sea of blood faded away. On the ground remained a giant skeleton that looked like it had been carefully scraped clean, still trembling slightly.

Zhai Xufei shook his nine heads and sighed, "What kind of spell was that just now? It's called the Tomb of the Dead, right? The caster must be very capable!"

Kua E-yang echoed, "That killer probably can't kill it."

Diao Jin, who seemed to have the situation under control on the battlefield, was suddenly aware of a strong sense of crisis approaching rapidly. He quickly exerted force on his feet and retreated violently, quickly creating a safe distance.

The giant skeleton actually let out a roar that resounded through the sky: “Woo… woo… ah… ah…”

Then a whistling storm suddenly arose, sweeping across the wilderness with the skeleton at its center. Everywhere it touched, the grass and trees instantly withered and turned into dust, and the hard rocks were torn into tiny pieces by the visible and invisible forces. Smoke and dust filled the air, shrouding the cold and deadly atmosphere.

Cheng Bai saw that he looked familiar, and immediately instructed Xin Nong, "Get higher as quickly as possible to avoid being affected by that strange wind."

Li Tong identified it and said, "It is Death and Decay. The spell's range of influence and explosive power are more advantageous than the Black Dragon's Withering Wind."

Cheng Bai said with a smile: "This monster's spellcasting efficiency is really high, much more efficient than Sha Ke's slow and tedious method."

The Death Giant on the ground shed all its fat in the sea of bloody blades. Although it lost the ability to grab flesh and blood, its weight was only slightly more than 10%, which actually made it move abnormally agilely.

The four limbs of the giant skeleton exerted force and jumped high, like some kind of giant flea, jumping and moving quickly with bursts of terrifying rumbling sounds.

Looking closely at the body surface, countless skulls gathered into a gloomy and precise skeleton, with sharp bone spurs sticking out from the gaps between them. The dense combination is like a demon from hell descending into the mortal world. Each bone-like mouth opens and closes with extreme hunger, eager to bite fresh flesh and blood from any life it touches.

Diao Jin did not dare to challenge it lightly. He retreated and dodged its attacks repeatedly, and said anxiously: "It... this guy is not a human at all. It is too tenacious to match its apparent combat power. It cannot be killed by normal means! What should I do?"

Cheng Bai, who was watching the battle from the air, asked, "If we kill the Death Giant, will we get the inner elixir?"

Li Tong spoke the truth: "No. Many evil monsters that are difficult to kill with ordinary attacks can usually be killed by taking away their key cores such as crystal cores and inner elixirs. However, these corpse puppets are neither natural life nor the result of cultivation by monsters. Instead, they are controlled by monks behind the scenes. Either you turn them into ashes, or kill the main messenger, and they will disappear."

Cheng Bai nodded thoughtfully and deduced, "In terms of cultivation, Diao Jin is much better than it. But it's a pity that if it can't be strong enough to completely wipe out the Death Giant, it will eventually run out of energy and be defeated."

Li Tong echoed, "That's right. Once the Death Giant finds a chance to devour such a master, it will be enough to make up for the missing flesh and blood, and it will become more difficult to deal with it when it advances again."

Zi Xuan, who remained silent for a long time, laughed and said, "Diao Jin was a filthy killer who was famous for cheating and playing dirty. I remember when he was walking around in the underworld, he was cursed behind his back as 'the star of disaster, the shame of the massacre'. His death may not be a bad thing."

Jinlian reached out and gently patted his head, and said in a gentle and accusing tone: "No matter what, Diao Jin is a person with flesh and blood and emotions, otherwise he would not be angry about the villagers being eaten."

Zixuan narrowed her eyes and remained silent, as if enjoying the caress of her mistress.

Others praised him, thinking that what he said made sense. But Diao Jin said politely, "Grandpa, my waist hurts, I won't play with you anymore!" He turned around and ran southwest at a high speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bei Tingjun curled his lips and said disdainfully: "It really lives up to the reputation of 'the star of disaster that stagnates, the shame of slaughtering people'."

Cheng Bai said with a smile: "As a senior, why should others worry about you?"

Everyone felt speechless.

Kua E couldn't help but say, "I want to try it out. Which is stronger, the stone beast inspired by the Creator or the death giant from the Tomb of the Dead?"

Li Tong carefully calculated the result: "In terms of grade, the Creation Secret Art is two grades higher. But this area is not like the Nine-Layered Abyss. The strength of the Creation Stone Beast depends on the characteristics of the material. The stone beasts made of loose mudstone may not be able to defeat the Death Giant that has been promoted to this stage."

Kua E-yang glanced at Cheng Bai, a little embarrassed but unable to hide her eagerness to try, "Really? Let me personally try it out in the first battle."

Cheng Bai knew that he was eager to fight and couldn't help it, so he nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"Little undead puppet, watch me kill you with a flip of my hand!" Kua E'er was delighted to get the tacit consent. He jumped down from the observation deck, gliding like a light bird. Before he landed on the ground, he faced the wind and regained his appearance as a giant like a mountain.

When Kua E's feet stepped firmly on the solid ground, the secret technique of the earth's protection immediately began to take effect, continuously increasing his already terrifying and violent power.

The Death Giant's terrifyingly huge size seemed like a small monster in front of the new huge opponent.

Kua E's eyes flashed with sharp light, and with high morale, he stretched out his hand and pointed far away, shouting: "Earth Spirit Binding!"

The Death Giant was just about to leap up and attack, when he suddenly felt the ground transform into a giant suction cup, nailing his four legs to the ground. In an instant, he lost his mobility and could no longer move.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." The Death Giant stood there still howling and launching the Death Withering. A long dark and decayed aura surged in like a tide, destroying everything except itself.

"Fist of Resonance!" Kua'e was extremely excited as he roared. The mystical runes glowed brightly, and the surging power surged to his arms and then gathered in his fists. He danced wildly while fighting against the howling storm of withering.

A loud bang swept across the entire Bone Plain. The space was crushed and spread under the strong fist. The storm was strongly dispersed! The death giant, which was directly affected, was in a state of collapse. There were more and more cracks on its body, and bone fragments kept falling.

Kua'e's fists continued to move, and the hidden power exploded. With a chaotic symphony of "crackling", the death giant was completely broken apart, and was completely shattered by the resonance wave of the fist force and scattered in the wind.

The force of the bombardment affected the nearby ground, causing it to tremble as if the earth was shaking, forcibly tearing out a conical pit that was nearly seven miles long. The remaining power of the fist rumbled for nine hundred miles, blowing away the withering storm without a trace.