173: Broken Iron Formation
'This damned thing, it can transform twice?'
Han Yi frowned; after Da Mao transformed, his overall stats skyrocketed from an unremarkable '45~55' to the current '70~82'!
This level of strength was that of a true Late Blood Refinement Stage Martial Artist. Among everyone present, besides Bai Sanren and himself, no one else could exceed this value!
This meant his full-power strike earlier had been futile.
No, it wasn't completely ineffective; the long tongue Da Mao spat out from his mouth was cut in half.
'It seems Wang Quanzhi was strangled to death by this little demon's tongue...'
The snake-like tongue in Da Mao's mouth also resolved a doubt Han Yi had: why Da Mao could float in mid-air at the beginning...
He probably relied entirely on this long tongue, hanging from Wang Quanzhi's neck, suspended behind him. This was also why he couldn't be seen from the front.
"Mud doll, mud doll, a mud doll, it also has eyebrows, it also has eyes, but its eyes won't blink!
Mud doll, mud doll, a mud doll, it also has a nose, it also has a mouth, but its mouth won't speak!
One hides in the east, the other hides in the west..."
Da Mao's voice, like a broken gong, rang out. The originally innocent children's song, in this deep, moving night, combined with his terrifying form, was exceptionally horrifying.
"Found you! Right here!"
Da Mao suddenly opened his eyes. He stretched out his large, fan-like hand, picked up Wang Quanzhi's corpse, and casually toyed with it like a plaything.
"Haha, time for an appetizer, I'm a bit hungry!"
Da Mao patted his stomach. With that, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, his facial muscles stretching outwards like a green anaconda's mouth. Under everyone's terrified gaze, he swallowed Wang Quanzhi's entire corpse, from head to toe.
During the swallowing process, Wang Quanzhi's body could still be seen stuck in his throat, creating a protruding human silhouette.
Da Mao swallowed hard, his throat muscles continuously writhing and rolling. As Wang Quanzhi's lower limbs completely entered his throat, a corpse simply vanished.
Then, strangely, Da Mao, who had forcefully and literally swallowed a person whole, showed no fluctuation in his belly, not a trace of it could be seen.
"Come on, next person, who else wants to play hide-and-seek with me?"
Da Mao tilted his head, sucking his index finger, revealing an "innocent" expression.
"Gah... so smelly!"
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide again, and two dirty, smelly, mucus-stained black cloth shoes spun out of his mouth.
"How many days has this guy not washed his feet!!!"
Da Mao's innocent expression instantly vanished, replaced by the angry look of a child bickering and fighting.
But such a child's head, on a Giant body over two meters tall, making such a feigned expression, was truly nauseating and disgusting.
Not to mention, the things he did were so grotesque and terrifying.
Seeing the terrifying and bizarre scene before them, the Martial Artists in the room were scared out of their wits, trembling all over.
"This..."
Huang An's lips moved, a bit dazed. He wanted to say some comforting words to his subordinates to boost morale, but he didn't know what to say.
Such a horrifying sight before him was something he had never witnessed before, even with his decades of escorting experience.
"Everyone, heed my command, form the Zhe Tie Formation..."
Huang An gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and shouted loudly.
Before his Martial Artists could respond, suddenly, with a "crack," one person, unable to endure the fear, smashed open the room's window and fled in a panic.
Da Mao saw this, merely glanced at him, and didn't bother. Instead, he slightly bent his legs, secretly gathering strength.
Everyone looked closely, and saw that the person who ran was none other than the Young Master of the Huang Family, Huang Zi'ang.
Huang An cursed, frustrated: "This good-for-nothing! You run, where can you run to?"
When facing a strong enemy, the most taboo thing is to flee the battle.
Firstly, the sky was dark, the situation unclear, and the details unknown. Rashly leaving might only lead to more dangerous situations, just like Wang Quanzhi, alone, knocking on a widow's door, not even leaving a complete corpse.
Secondly, if one person flees, it might cause a second person to flee. If this continues, the group will be leaderless, fleeing in panic, and will only be defeated one by one, leading to their demise.
Therefore, at this moment, Huang An disregarded appearances and cursed loudly. He utterly detested Huang Zi'ang. If Huang Zi'ang's actions led to a loss of morale and the group becoming disorganized, there would likely be no survivors!
In such bizarre situations, gathering strength and uniting is often the only way to escape.
Fortunately, this group of people dispatched by the Huang Family were indeed well-tempered and experienced individuals, who knew how to deal with such situations. Although they were internally scared and trembling, upon hearing Huang An's shouts, they all sprang into action.
"Peach Blossom Village, we surveyed the terrain when we arrived. This village isn't big. Maintain the formation, and charge east. Just a hundred meters or so, and we can break out of the village entrance!"
Huang An shouted loudly, boosting the morale of his subordinate Martial Artists, including himself.
The power of hope is boundless. In Huang An's words, his subordinates heard a glimmer of hope for survival. They moved swiftly, quickly assembling the forkheads from their bundles and the metal long staffs from their backs.
Thump, thump, thump!
Da Mao started running, his footsteps heavy, as if causing a small earthquake, making the walls hum.
"If you don't play with me, I'll come play with you!"
During his charge, he still shouted innocent words. If one ignored his size and only listened to his voice, one would truly believe it was a child.
"Zhe Tie Formation!"
"Hidden Edge!"
With Huang An's words, the agitation in everyone's hearts gradually subsided. The actions of the seven people were as one, poised to strike.
Boom!
Da Mao charged to the doorway, but his two-meter-plus, nearly three-meter size simply couldn't squeeze through the narrow opening. The door was instantly shattered into countless pieces upon contact.
"Break the Momentum!"
At this moment, Huang An roared. The Qi and blood of him and his six subordinate Martial Artists seemed to connect, surging and circulating, exuding the Aura pressure of Late Blood Refinement Stage Martial Artists.
Da Mao was currently stuck in the doorway, unable to move, essentially a living target.
A cold-gleaming iron fork immediately pierced into Da Mao's thigh, then was instantly pulled out. The formation rotated, and another iron fork plunged into Da Mao's abdomen.
It wasn't that the group didn't want to attack vital points; it was mainly because Da Mao's body was too massive. To exert the maximum power of the formation's attack, they could only strike these areas.
"Ah!!!!"
Da Mao immediately let out a painful wail, like a child who had fallen.