113: A blood dragon pierces the city!

Elder One One was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling Lu Jiu to descend.

"Little thief, this old man awaits your return..."

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Shigou Village, in front of the dry well.

Chen Heng fastened four large burlap sacks to his waist, transformed into a black zombie, and jumped into the dry well.

That ghost gate still stood there, without the slightest change.

Crossing the ghost gate, Chen Heng returned to the dark underground cave.

"I'm suffocating."

Chen Heng glanced at the thousand-year profound iron spear in his hand, its patterns now blood-red, and headed towards the Main Altar of the Wutong Cult.

He could feel that the spear in his hand was already filled with Qi and blood, ready to be unleashed.

How to describe it?

It's like your younger brother standing erect for two hours without release.

Quite uncomfortable.

Chen Heng had a good memory, and following the previous route, he quickly found his way to the a location within the Cult again.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Heng released the restrictions on his muscles.

A brawny man over three meters tall, coupled with a thousand-two-hundred-jin thousand-year profound iron spear, looked as terrifying as could be.

"Come on, you've been pent up for so long, it's time to let loose."

Chen Heng did not use a normal spear-holding posture; instead, he gripped the spear's tail with one hand.

With his horse stance firm, Chen Heng began to lean back, his entire body like a coiled spring, just waiting for the moment of launch.

"Hmph!"

A fierce roar echoed throughout the entire a location within the Cult.

Chen Heng's body quickly straightened, and the thousand-year profound iron spear in his hand also unleashed the long-accumulated Qi and blood.

With a deafening boom, Qi and blood erupted from the spear tip, like a crimson blood Dragon, striking the a location within the Cult wall.

That section of the a location within the Cult wall instantly shattered, and even the cultists behind the wall could not escape.

After blasting open the a location within the Cult wall, the blood Dragon showed no signs of stopping, continuing to crush everything in its path.

"Who is so audacious!"

An angry roar came from the a location within the Cult, and a very sturdy figure blocked the path of the blood Dragon.

"Stop me..."

He hadn't finished his sentence before he was crushed into a pulp by the blood Dragon.

"Good heavens, that's something," Chen Heng exclaimed, gazing at the blood Dragon still crushing everything in its path.

The power of this strike didn't seem much weaker than the thermal weapons of his previous life.

However, the blood Dragon soon disappeared from sight.

It wasn't dispersed by anyone; instead, it directly pierced a large hole through the entire a location within the Cult, disappearing at the other end.

"Game over, time for serious business."

Chen Heng leaped up, landing with a bang inside the a location within the Cult.

The surrounding cult members looked at Chen Heng with some fear.

Chen Heng's current appearance was indeed not good.

A zombie with fangs, covered in golden patterns, and carrying a fierce-looking spear in his hand.

This was clearly here to cause trouble!

"For the Wutong God!"

But those cult members were only startled for a moment before charging forward, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

They brandished the small black daggers in their hands, attempting to get close to Chen Heng and kill him.

"Hmph..."

"Pah!"

A large, dispersed mass of Geng Metal Qi sprayed out like bullets.

All cultists touched by the Geng Metal Qi instantly shattered, and the crowd fell uniformly as if mowed down by a scythe.

"Is this all you've got, trying to stop me?"

Chen Heng sneered.

These people reeked of human blood and rust, likely all beasts who had used human sacrifices.

Giving them such a swift death was already a reward.

"Get out of my way!"

Chen Heng didn't plan to be stealthy this time; he preferred the straightforwardness of outright plunder.

He held his spear, transforming into a full-speed bulldozer, tearing through everything that stood in his way.

Chen Heng clearly remembered that Warehouse No. 7 was not far in front of him.

He just needed to charge straight ahead to reach it.

But things never go smoothly; a wall made of blood-red worms blocked Chen Heng's path.

With a squish, the wall was directly shattered by Chen Heng's impact, but his speed also slowed down.

"You vile thief, Elder One One just told us you would return, and unexpectedly you've delivered yourself to your death so quickly!"

A person completely covered in blood-red worms stood before Chen Heng.

No, not one person, but four.

Four identical figures blocked Chen Heng's path.

"Get lost!"

Chen Heng swept his spear across their waists, and the four figures were instantly torn apart.

But these four did not die; instead, they continuously repaired their bodies.

Chen Heng didn't intend to get entangled with them; his main goal today was to test his moves and snatch treasures.

These few needed some time to repair their bodies, so Chen Heng directly stepped over their heads and rushed towards Warehouse No. 7.

The entire a location within the Cult was in chaos; no one in Chen Heng's path remained intact.

Everyone's death was the same: broken at the waist and flung to the ground.

Soon, Chen Heng crashed through the locked door of Warehouse No. 7.

He threw open his sacks, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, he just started stuffing things into them.

This kind of behavior is commonly known as a bandit entering a a location within the Cult.

During this time, cult members continuously came to harass him, but he tore them all in half with a single spear thrust.

Not long after, Chen Heng's four oversized sacks were packed full.

With these four sacks tied to him, Chen Heng planned to retreat.

However, this time he definitely couldn't go back directly through the ghost gate; he had to circle around the underground cave a few times.

Chen Heng pushed off with his feet, and his entire body shot into the sky.

"Little thief! Where do you think you're going!"

A blood-red figure floated in mid-air, perfectly blocking Chen Heng's path.

"Who are you? Quickly state your name!"

"I am your grandfather!" Chen Heng wouldn't bother with courtesies for cultists; he directly spewed a stream of Geng Metal Qi from his mouth, tearing off half of the person's head.

Taking advantage of the person's momentary pause to repair his body, Chen Heng directly leaped out of the a location within the Cult.

In just two breaths, Chen Heng disappeared into the darkness, his figure nowhere to be found.

"Damn thing." The person's veins bulged on his forehead, bloodworms continuously repairing the large hole in his head.

"Chase him! I'll make him die today!"

"Enough, Lu San." An old voice sounded from beneath Lu San.

"Elder One One!" Lu San immediately descended from mid-air, respectfully kneeling before Elder One One.

"Even if you chase him, you won't defeat him. That should be an Unmelting Bone from the Netherworld Domain..."

Elder One One frowned.

He had observed Chen Heng from the shadows just now; his appearance was indeed the characteristic pitch black of an Unmelting Bone.

But the golden patterns on his body made him feel very uncomfortable.

"As for that teleportation array, destroy it as soon as possible. It connects to the Netherworld Domain."

"Only the Netherworld Domain has pure black Unmelting Bone."

"But what are Three Seven and those lads doing running to the Netherworld Domain, and even provoking an Unmelting Bone to return?"

Lu San did not speak, but a storm had already brewed in his heart.

That was an Unmelting Bone, a top-tier fierce creature just one step away from becoming a zombie king!