Chapter 91

（Last week was a strong push, thank you all for your unwavering support...）

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After throwing that punch, Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. Although there was no form or posture, he had secretly combined the domineering aura of the Great Desolate Thunder Path, fully unleashing the essence of the Great Desolate Thunder.

That furious strike released a surge of power from within him, like a thousand thunders rumbling across the Great Desolate Land, which he could not hold back. It then shot out of his hand. Reflecting on it, he felt a significant improvement in his boxing skills.

Though it was just a moment, it made the onlookers feel as if they were in a different realm. It seemed as if the ragged Chen Mo standing before them had transformed into an ancient fierce deity, wielding lightning and judging the world!

For a moment, there was silence. Everyone's hair stood on end, and their palms were drenched in cold sweat. Even the most powerful Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, deep in thought, and for the first time, took Chen Mo seriously.

"Hmph!" After thoroughly experiencing the thunderous intent, Chen Mo continued walking with the little turtle, leaving the open space.

It was unclear whether they were scared or waiting for Jiang Chen's lead, but they all watched him go.

The trivial matters were soon forgotten.

Chen Mo and the little turtle ventured deeper into the Demon Marsh, where the environment became increasingly perilous.

Wilted vines and ancient trees with broken branches grew haphazardly.

The dead forest was dotted with large and small mud pits, scattered like stars, stretching endlessly, their numbers uncountable. Occasionally, mud would bubble up, either from the miasma or the movement of vicious insects.

The demonic aura, like a thin mist, carried a corrosive scent, spreading everywhere, blurring the vision.

Chen Mo activated the Great Brightness Divine Technique, and the pure and powerful Brightness Mystic Qi surged forth.

A faint bluish-white glow enveloped his body as he stepped into the denser demonic aura. The surrounding demonic aura, as if alive, quickly cleared a small circle around him. The black demonic aura that touched his body dissipated like snow on hot steel.

The Great Brightness Divine Technique seemed to be naturally designed to counteract such foul demonic miasma, destroying it effortlessly.

Thanks to this unparalleled advantage, Chen Mo had a significant edge in the Demon Marsh.

Others would need to either rely on their thick Mystic Qi to withstand the demonic miasma or take precious pills like Body Protection Pills to resist it. Even then, the effect would be far inferior to Chen Mo's ease, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

As night fell, Chen Mo chose a sturdy, dead tree to spend the night.

Tired from the day's journey, he built a campfire, ate some dry rations, and rested on a broad branch of the old tree.

The Demon Marsh was silent at night, with the demonic aura becoming even denser.

The sky was pitch black, with no stars or moon visible, and the black fog rolled like ink.

The surrounding marsh waters began to rise with the tide, gradually merging into a vast expanse, like a black glass pane blending with the black fog.

As the night deepened, a chilling wind carrying the stench of death blew from the direction of the Dead City. The wind carried the mournful howls of monsters, breaking the silence of the Demon Marsh.

Chen Mo was startled awake. Despite the distance, the sounds were clear, piercing his heart. The resentment was overwhelming.

Standing on a high branch, he looked into the distance.

It was a sea of demonic waves!

The demonic aura, like a vast canopy, enveloped the entire Demon Marsh from the direction of the Dead City. Only the campfire at the base of the tree flickered in the cold wind, with no other light visible.

The dense demonic aura made Chen Mo inwardly alarmed. If not for his Brightness Mystic Qi, even a先天 (Xiantian) expert would find it challenging here.

Seeing the campfire about to go out, Chen Mo jumped down and added more firewood.

By the light of the fire, Chen Mo noticed several dark figures moving slowly toward him from the edge of the black water.

What is this...

Chen Mo wondered why anyone would come here, perhaps drawn by the campfire.

"Gr... uh..." A low growl, neither beast nor human, echoed through the air.

They're here... What are these things?

Four figures had slowly approached the edge of the firelight.

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, his expression grave. Each of the four had green faces and fangs, black eyes with no whites, and their bodies glowed with a faint black iron sheen, with black aura flowing beneath their skin. One of them had half his face torn off, as if by a wild beast.

These aren't people; they are clearly the legendary demonic corpses.

Chen Mo had heard before that some people could be corrupted by demonic aura and turn into demonic corpses, but he had never taken it seriously.

Now, seeing them for the first time, even his calm demeanor was shaken.

Judging by their appearance, these were Iron Corpses, with combat strength comparable to a初级 (Chujie) Spirit Master.

The two leading Iron Corpses suddenly bared their fangs and howled, charging at Chen Mo like vicious beasts.

As the battle began, Chen Mo remained calm, holding his breath, and raised his fist, delivering a powerful punch to one of the Iron Corpses, a direct and forceful strike.

Driven by the domineering Brightness Mystic Qi, the simple move unleashed astonishing power, sending the ferocious Iron Corpse flying into the marsh with a loud thud.

Using the momentum, he swept the other one away with a kick.

Moving like lightning, he dashed forward, rising from below to meet the other two Iron Corpses. He crouched, leaped up, and grabbed their necks, slamming them into the mud.

Before the Iron Corpses could struggle, Chen Mo delivered several powerful punches, each infused with Brightness Mystic Qi, driving them into the ground, their chests caving in, and black smoke rising.

The one that had been kicked away stood up again, charging at him without fear.

Chen Mo's face was cold. He grabbed the Iron Corpse, lifting it several feet off the ground, and slammed it down, stomping on its chest with a "puh" sound, like stepping on mud.

In a series of rapid strikes, Chen Mo defeated the four Iron Corpses in just a few moments.

The Brightness Mystic Qi seemed to have a natural advantage against these demonic creatures. Looking at the four corpses, with their black aura dissipating, Chen Mo frowned.

This black aura felt familiar, like... the poison in Qu Tianyao's body. It also resembled the poison that affected the Second and First Elders of his family.

Could it be...

Before Chen Mo could ponder further, a ghostly howl came from behind.

Two more demonic corpses, drawn by the scent of a living being, charged at him, one after the other.

The one in front glowed with a bronze sheen, clearly a more powerful Bronze Corpse. Behind it, another, even more formidable, with skin like silver, exuded a fierce aura.

This isn't over, Chen Mo thought, channeling his Mystic Qi, the thunderous intent rising in his chest. He moved like a bolt of lightning, leaving afterimages as he charged at the two corpses.

Approaching the Bronze Corpse, Chen Mo suddenly crouched, swiftly passing under its claw, and faced the Silver Corpse head-on.

His feet crackled with the Primal Thunder intent, and he kicked the Silver Corpse's stomach with a fierce strike. Despite the full force, it felt like kicking a steel plate, causing his calf to tingle.

The Silver Corpse only retreated a few steps, black smoke rising from its abdomen.

What a formidable monster, probably on par with a high-level Spirit Master.

He stomped his foot and unleashed a more powerful "Thunder Cannon." Brightness Mystic Qi gathered rapidly in his hand, mixed with the thunderous intent, emitting a bluish-white glow.

With a "thunderous" boom, the Silver Corpse howled in pain, flying several yards away.

Before Chen Mo could catch his breath, the Bronze Corpse was already close. He blocked its claw with his hand, then used a "Vajra Power" strike, slamming into its chest. The Bronze Corpse staggered back, black aura spraying.

His fighting style was never about intricate techniques but about brute force and direct confrontation, using strength to overcome skill. Against demonic corpses, this approach was even more effective.

The more he fought, the more courageous and powerful he became.

In a flash, he was behind the Bronze Corpse, grabbing it with iron-like hands. With a low growl, he lifted the Bronze Corpse with sheer strength.

He raised it slightly, crouched to gather power, and delivered a "Vajra Tower" strike, sending the Bronze Corpse flying ten yards away with a "thud."

Thanks to the Elixir of the I Ching and the Golden Bell Cover, his physical strength had greatly increased. Previously, he could not have been so powerful.

The Silver Corpse, seemingly impervious to pain, stood up again, ready to attack.

One Bronze and one Silver Corpse, equivalent to a mid-level and a high-level Spirit Master, were indeed formidable opponents.

He immediately retreated, grabbing the lazy little turtle, who had been watching from the side: "What kind of battle pet are you? Help me hold off the Silver Corpse for a moment while I deal with the Bronze Corpse."

The little turtle glanced at him, then lazily turned its head, looking disdainfully at the two corpses. It seemed to be saying, "Are these even worthy of a divine beast like me?"

"One second-grade Spirit Pill, no negotiation." Chen Mo tempted.

The turtle's eyes widened at the mention of the Spirit Pill, and it let out an excited roar, charging at the Silver Corpse like a fierce beast.

It leaped high, transforming into its true form in mid-air, growing to several yards long and wide, a fierce and terrifying giant turtle. It descended like a small mountain, and a ghostly howl echoed from behind Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was speechless. For the sake of a meal, this creature had unleashed astonishing combat power, capable of fighting a Silver Corpse. Once it grew larger, it might even match a Xiantian expert.

Perhaps, he should push it more in the future.

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