Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 430: 430: Not Even a Bird Is Spared
Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Not Even a Bird Is Spared
Night Mouse was confident: “Just lure away these Living Corpse Soldiers in the middle, I’ve done it before, it’s very simple.”
Fang Zhou reached out and patted Night Mouse on the shoulder: “Then I’ll leave this simple task to you.”
Night Mouse: (* ̄ー ̄)
Even though I indeed want to lure away these Living Corpse Soldiers, isn’t it a bit rude for you to be the first to bring it up?
Night Mouse finally understood Fang Zhou’s personality.
“Leave it to me.”
Night Mouse said grudgingly, adjusted his cloak, and walked straight into the square.
The Living Corpse Soldiers wandering the square noticed the moving figure that was Night Mouse, but they didn’t pay much attention and continued their aimless pacing.
Under the influence of the Clothes of the Dead, these Living Corpse Soldiers obviously mistook Night Mouse as one of their own.
Night Mouse walked up to the Living Corpse Soldiers, removed his cloak, and exposed the scent of a living person.
In an instant, the attention of several Living Corpse Soldiers was immediately drawn to the human aura emanating from Night Mouse, and they roared and lunged at him.
Night Mouse turned and ran in another direction, while waving his arm at Fang Zhou, signaling him to hurry up and act.
Fang Zhou also jumped out from hiding and dashed toward the opposite side of the square.
Two Living Corpse Soldiers abandoned Night Mouse and instead chased after Fang Zhou; his human scent was much stronger than Night Mouse’s.
Even if he couldn’t fly, Fang Zhou’s speed was something these grunts couldn’t match, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the center of the square.
In the center of the square was a fountain, and as Fang Zhou ran by, he instinctively glanced at it, finding the water murky and foul, overgrown with black weeds.
A small crow was standing on the edge of the pool, drinking water.
When Fang Zhou saw the crow, a question popped into his mind—how can there still be animals?
This crow happened to look up at Fang Zhou, their gazes meeting!
“Caw!”
The crow suddenly let out a sharp cry, flapping its wings as it soared into the air, swooping towards Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou was on guard and refrained from killing this strange crow to avoid any unexpected incidents.
As he prepared to dodge, a thick black light suddenly shot down from the roof at the edge of the square, directly turning the crow to dust, not even leaving a feather.
Fang Zhou: (* ̄△ ̄)
How ruthless, not even sparing a bird.
Night Mouse was right; these eyes will shoot down anything that flies.
But how did this crow get to the pool in the first place?
Before Fang Zhou could figure out the answer, the entire square began to tremble, as if an earthquake had arrived, and the murky pool gurgled, bubbling up a large amount of bubbles.
“Run!”
Night Mouse, who had lured several Living Corpse Soldiers to a corner of the square, shouted aloud to Fang Zhou upon seeing this scene.
Without needing to be shouted at, Fang Zhou’s steps never ceased.
When the ground tremors reached their peak, a thunderous boom echoed as the fountain in the center of the square exploded, spewing forth a massive mass of silt.
It wasn’t silt, but a silt-like monster that stood upright with a body over ten meters tall, and an arm almost as long as its body, while its lower half remained connected to the pool.
The monster’s entire body was covered in foul-smelling black silt. At the top, it split open a crooked mouth full of sharp teeth and let out an ear-piercing shriek that sent sound waves rolling across the entire Lorric City.
Fang Zhou instinctively summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, but the eyes around the square immediately focused and shot out more than ten beams of black light.
Fang Zhou hadn’t expected even the Xuanyuan Sword to become a target, so he hurriedly retracted it, summoned Bi An, and charged out, swapping positions with it.
The whole process was completed in one fluid motion, and Fang Zhou evaded in a teleportation-like manner to a distant place, summoning Bi An back at the last moment.
More than ten beams of black light landed on his previous standing position, piercing the floor and exposing a dark pit below, which turned out to be hollow.
The silt monster raised an arm and ferociously slapped at Fang Zhou.
With so many eyes watching vigilantly, Fang Zhou didn’t dare to fly, so he had to repeat his trick by letting Bi An fly out, then swapping positions with it.
“Boom!”
The silt monster’s arm smashed into the ground with a loud bang, shaking the entire square.
Countless cracks spread from under the silt monster’s arm, quickly covering the entire square.
Rumblings!
The entire square suddenly collapsed downward, including Fang Zhou, the silt monster, and Night Mouse, who had lured away the Living Corpse Soldiers, all falling down together with the square.
This commotion was much greater than the previous tower collapse, turning the entire square into a massive pit.
Rumble!
A large amount of debris fell to the bottom of the pit, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Under the protection of Bi An, Fang Zhou was unharmed. He waved his hand to clear the dust in front of him, looked up, and realized there was at least a ten-meter drop from the ground.
This height posed no problem for Fang Zhou, but the eyes above were watching intently, and flying out carelessly would get him shot like a sieve.
This Night Mouse is unreliable, didn’t he say there wouldn’t be any problem if the Living Corpse Soldiers were lured away?
How did this silt monster emerge? Could it be that the crow turned to ash was the silt monster’s pet, coming out to avenge it?
Did it target the wrong enemy? I’m not the one who killed that crow!
Fang Zhou looked around but didn’t find Night Mouse; instead, he spotted the silt monster.
It had fallen and turned into a pile of sludge but immediately gathered together, standing upright again, with its huge body poking half a head out from the pit’s surface.
Seeing the silt monster’s muddy body, Fang Zhou suddenly lost the desire to fight.
His attacks were more centered on piercing and blunt damage, which seemed to have no effect on the silt monster unless he used the Nuclear Fireball Skill.
However, to use his ultimate skill right away and perish with such an elite monster, Fang Zhou wasn’t that insane yet.
Though Fang Zhou had no desire to fight, the silt monster was not going to let him go. It immediately locked onto his position, raised its palm, and slapped down as if swatting a fly.
The huge palm was filled with terrifying pressure and power, and Fang Zhou quickly leapt aside.
“Boom——”
The silt monster’s slap made the whole pit shake again, sending a lot of rocks tumbling down.
Reciprocating, Fang Zhou also maneuvered Bi An to fly at the silt monster, landing a punch directly.
“Smack!”
The silt monster’s body was full of liquid, and Bi An’s punch sounded like a heavy object striking the water’s surface.
Where the fist landed, the soft silt was no match, torn into bits by the violent force, turning into splattering blobs of mud.
With just one punch, Bi An blasted a big hole into the silt monster, as if a chunk had been gouged out.
The effect looked impressive, but it was only superficial, as the exploded silt rapidly rejoined the silt monster’s body, restoring the blown-up place in no time.
“Roar!”
The silt monster let out a sharp howl, and its massive ten-meter-long arm swept across the bottom of the pit, clearing away all obstacles in its path.
With nowhere to hide, Fang Zhou quickly swapped positions with Bi An, turning back to see the originally uneven pit bottom swept into a level ground by the silt monster.
“Impressive, it’s practically a silt tabletop cleaning master!”
Fang Zhou couldn’t help but remark.
“Over here, come quickly.”
Night Mouse’s voice suddenly echoed.