121: Chapter 121 The mantis stalks the cicada

In the green fog, a fishy wind howled.

"Save me! Senior Brother Xu, save me!"

The surviving Blood Fiend Sect demonic Cultivator scrambled through the mire of flesh and blood. His hair was disheveled, and his mana was in complete disarray.

Behind him, the iron-armored centipede was like an out-of-control black war chariot.

Its hundred legs moved in unison, churning up the mud.

Its giant mouth, lined with barbs, snapped open, less than three feet from the demonic Cultivator's back.

Just at this critical moment.

Boom!

The fog overhead shattered with a roar.

An incredibly terrifying, almost tangible blood-colored Spiritual Pressure descended from the sky.

A spear, entirely crimson and condensed from pure Evil Qi, pierced fiercely into the mire with a piercing sound of wind and thunder!

Splat!

There was no suspense.

That mutated centipede, which was immune to Qi Refining Stage Spells and had a shell as hard as iron, was nailed directly to the ground by this blood spear from a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!

The powerful kinetic energy instantly pierced through its indestructible carapace. Green venom gushed out wildly.

The centipede twisted violently, its hundred legs plowing countless deep pits into the surrounding mire, but it could never break free from being pinned by the blood spear.

Thud.

A figure draped in a blood-colored inner disciple robe descended slowly from the fog, followed by two other Qi Refining 9th Layer elites.

Xu Yin.

Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at an insignificant insect.

He raised his right foot and stepped casually on the centipede's still-struggling head.

Crack!

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the insect skull, which had a hardness comparable to a top-grade Magical Artifact, was crushed by Xu Yin's foot!

Brain matter and venom mixed into a puddle. The centipede died instantly.

This was the terror of a Foundation Establishment Stage expert.

Whether it was the purity of mana or the strength of the physical body after being nurtured by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it formed an absolute crushing advantage over the Qi Refining Stage.

"Th-thank you, Senior Brother Xu, for saving my life!"

The demonic Cultivator who had escaped death knelt in the mire, trembling like chaff, kowtowing repeatedly.

Xu Yin didn't even glance at him.

"Where is that Qi Refining Level 7 Cultivator?"

"He... he escaped into the depths! This place is strange, the bugs don't fear Spells..."

The demonic Cultivator reported, stammering.

"Trash."

Xu Yin snorted coldly.

He flipped his wrist, and a palm-sized Blood Sea Compass appeared in his palm.

The needle on the compass spun rapidly, finally pointing steadily toward a direction deep in the fog. That was the direction Wei Lingfeng had fled.

But immediately after, a faint red light lit up on the edge of the compass.

Xu Yin raised an eyebrow slightly.

He turned his head, his gaze like a knife, staring fixedly at the shadow of some black stalactites ten zhang away.

"Yo, this little mouse is actually hiding here."

A cruel sneer curled the corners of Xu Yin's mouth.

"Get out here."

Inside the shadow, there was dead silence.

"My Lord. The compass in his hand can forcefully lock onto life signs by detecting the frequency of heartbeat and Qi and blood fluctuations. The optical and mana camouflage of Thousand Faces is useless. The space here is locked, and in this enclosed environment, your heartbeat is as clear as a drum."

At the collar, Crab's voice was extremely low.

Gu Shen didn't speak.

He had been discovered.

The perception of a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, combined with a Demonic Path Magical Artifact specialized in tracking. In this dead end with nowhere to retreat, hiding had lost its meaning.

Since he couldn't hide.

Then he wouldn't hide.

Rustle.

Gu Shen walked slowly out of the shadows.

He was still wearing that ordinary-looking gray-robed Loose Cultivator mask, but his previously slightly hunched back was now as straight as a spear.

Inside his body, his dark golden iron bones emitted a low metallic ringing.

His Qi Refining Level 7 mana flowed through his Meridians without reservation. The previous timid aura was swept away, replaced by an extreme coldness that had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Xu Yin looked Gu Shen up and down.

"Qi Refining Level 7. To be able to sneak into this Myriad Insect Tomb, you do have some ability."

Xu Yin's eyes were full of contempt.

He turned his head to look at the demonic Cultivator kneeling on the ground.

"Go, kill him. Redeem your merits."

The Qi Refining 9th Layer demonic Cultivator heard this, and a fierce light burst into his eyes.

He couldn't beat that strange centipede, but surely he could kill a Qi Refining Level 7 Loose Cultivator?

"Yes!"

The demonic Cultivator stood up abruptly, backhanded a ghost-headed saber, turned into a streak of blood light, and rushed straight at Gu Shen.

"Brat, pay with your life!"

The ten zhang distance was covered in an instant.

A ferocious grin appeared on the demonic Cultivator's face.

Gu Shen stood in place, not drawing his blade.

He didn't even look at the rushing demonic Cultivator.

His gaze went past the demonic Cultivator, coldly staring at Xu Yin in the distance.

"Kill me?"

Gu Shen's mouth curled up slightly.

His left hand raised slightly.

His ten fingers opened abruptly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

From his finger bones, several nearly transparent Soul-Pulling Threads, like invisible venomous snakes, instantly shot into the void behind him.

"Come out."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by Gu Shen's low shout.

The mire behind him exploded violently!

Fifteen burly black shadows crashed down from the storage space behind Gu Shen without warning!

They stood uniformly in front of Gu Shen.

No breathing. No heartbeat.

Only in their eye sockets burned an extremely strange, heart-palpitating, ghostly green light.

A terrifying pressure mixed with extremely Yin Death Qi and the violent mutated vitality of the Wasteland instantly swept across the scene!

Iron Corpse Puppets, descend!

The demonic Cultivator who had rushed to the front had his pupils shrink suddenly.

He watched helplessly as these fifteen monsters, like iron towers, appeared out of thin air. The dead silence and Evil Qi rushing toward him made the hair on his body stand up in an instant!

"Wh-what are these monsters?!"

The demonic Cultivator was terrified and wanted to forcibly stop his forward momentum.

But it was too late.

Gu Shen's ten fingers moved slightly.

The Iron Corpse standing at the very front had its ghostly green eyes flash brightly.

It didn't use any Magical Artifact, just rudely raised its right arm, which had been reshaped by mutated wood marrow, clenched its five fingers into a fist, and punched out against the demonic Cultivator's ghost-headed saber!

Bang!

A deafening muffled sound.

That Medium Grade Magical Artifact ghost-headed saber, the moment it touched the Iron Corpse's fist, was actually smashed into having a huge gap!

The huge rebound force directly caused the demonic Cultivator's right arm to fracture and bend.

"Ah!"

The demonic Cultivator let out a scream, his body flying backward.

But he hadn't landed yet.

Two other Iron Corpses had already approached like ghosts.

One on the left, one on the right.

Rip!

A teeth-grinding sound of flesh tearing rang out.

That Qi Refining 9th Layer Blood Fiend Sect elite, without even having his Protective Aura up, was ripped into two by the two immensely strong Iron Corpses right in mid-air!

Internal organs mixed with blood, scattering into the mire like a rain of blood.

Instant kill.

An extremely barbaric, extremely bloody physical instant kill.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Even the always high-and-mighty Xu Yin had his contempt completely frozen on his face.

He looked at the fifteen Iron Corpses standing quietly in front of Gu Shen, looked at their fists that had been slashed with a white mark but healed instantly, and for the first time, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

"No mana, yet immensely strong. Withstanding a Magical Artifact without injury..."

Xu Yin stared fixedly at Gu Shen, his voice as cold as ice, "Who exactly are you?!"

Gu Shen stood in the center of the fifteen Iron Corpses.

The dim fluorescent light illuminated his expressionless face.

He slowly drew the thunder pattern gold-slaying blade from his waist.

Ghostly blue thunder roared and exploded on the blade.

"The one who collects corpses."

Gu Shen pointed the tip of his blade directly at Xu Yin.