Chapter 92

Chapter 93: Fierce and Brave Blood

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But at this moment, there was no time to be distracted. He immediately activated the divine technique, his feet moving swiftly, and his entire body shot forward like a cannonball toward the bronze corpse.

He suddenly punched it in the head, and with a loud clang, it was as if he had struck a bronze pillar, forcefully smashing it back into the pit behind it. The bronze corpse roared in fury, and black mist scattered everywhere.

He followed up with a powerful move, raising his hand to finish off the bronze corpse. However, the bronze corpse, in its death throes, opened its mouth wide, and a jet of black mist shot out like a living thing toward Chen Mo.

Chen Mo did not dare to be careless and took several steps back to avoid the black mist. The bronze corpse then leaped up, its withered and emaciated claws, sharp like blades, reaching out toward Chen Mo’s chest.

"Golden Bell Shield!" Chen Mo, unable to dodge in time, gathered his energy and sank his body. A brilliant light suddenly gathered around him, radiating outward to form a shield like a bronze bell.

"Clang!"

The bronze corpse’s sharp claws struck the Golden Bell Shield, causing ripples of light to spread, and a dull thud echoed. Not only did the bronze corpse’s claws break, but it was also knocked back several steps.

Chen Mo seized the opportunity, gathered his energy, and lunged forward with a powerful step. The mystical energy within him surged, and his fists, accompanied by the sound of the wind, struck out together. With a dull thud, the bronze corpse was once again knocked back into the pit.

He pursued relentlessly, his right fist gathering light, and the pent-up martial intent erupted suddenly.

"Thunder Cannon!"

A dull thud like a thunderclap, and Chen Mo’s fist pierced through the bronze corpse. The black demonic energy within the bronze corpse rapidly dissipated, and after a few convulsions, it finally became a true corpse.

After successfully defeating the bronze corpse, Chen Mo had not even caught his breath when an object suddenly flew toward him from behind. It was Xiao Ba, the divine beast, though powerful, was still young and could not defeat the silver corpse, and was knocked back.

Transforming back into a small ghost-like form, Xiao Ba, upon seeing Chen Mo defeat the bronze corpse, felt his task was complete, and quickly ran away, hiding far away to watch the battle.

"This lazy glutton." Chen Mo felt a wave of frustration, thinking that it would be better to stew him in a soup than to keep him around.

However, the silver corpse, enveloped in rolling black mist, was now charging at him with a ferocious and terrifying presence.

The ferocity of the silver corpse also ignited Chen Mo’s fighting spirit. Without dodging or retreating, he charged forward directly.

His blood boiled, and his martial intent exploded in his heart.

A loud boom echoed, like the clash of warriors on an ancient battlefield, with the sound of drums and the clash of weapons spreading a killing aura.

Another, even louder boom followed, and a rolling wave of energy swept the sand and soil, spreading out like waves from the point of impact between Chen Mo and the silver corpse.

After several rounds of combat with the silver corpse, Chen Mo clearly felt that the silver corpse’s strength and defense were far greater than his own. It was fearless, incredibly strong, and seemed to never know pain or fatigue.

But a corpse was still a corpse, fighting only by instinct.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and executed the "Vajra Shakes Might" technique, colliding forcefully with the silver corpse’s chest.

He felt as if his shoulders had struck a suit of iron armor, and his ears rang from the impact. However, the silver corpse was also knocked back several meters, almost losing its balance.

After landing a successful blow, Chen Mo pursued relentlessly, using techniques like "Vajra Opens the Way," "Vajra Shakes Might," "Thunder Flash," and "Thunder Cannon" in a fluid and continuous sequence, striking the silver corpse repeatedly.

Even if it was as hard as mystic iron, he would tear it apart with brute force.

The silver corpse was forced to retreat continuously, while Chen Mo’s fighting spirit burned brighter and brighter, his overwhelming aura surging like a raging sea, unceasing and powerful.

"Roar!"

With a roar more ferocious than a wild beast, Chen Mo’s momentum reached its peak.

The "Heavenly Thunder Break" technique, accompanied by the sound of thunder, struck the silver corpse’s chest with great force. Before it could even cry out, a surge of bright mystic energy burst through the silver corpse’s chest, mixed with bone fragments, forming a radiant light that sprinkled down from behind the silver corpse.

The silver corpse’s chest looked as if it had been melted by lava, leaving a large, shocking hole. Black mist poured out from the hole, and a foul-smelling black liquid flowed to the ground.

After rolling more than ten meters, the silver corpse finally became a true corpse.

Chen Mo stood with his fists clenched, eyes closed, savoring the experience. The series of battles had unconsciously made him feel like a dominant ruler of the wild. The powerful energy and martial intent passed down from an ancient predecessor, as recorded in a jade tablet, could now be grasped by him.

For a moment, he felt deeply moved.

After thoroughly experiencing the sensation for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Chen Mo began to收敛气息,整理战利品.

Though the corpses were ugly and fierce, their bodies contained corpse cores, which had a wide range of uses, such as in alchemy, formations, inscriptions, and talismans.

The harvest was quite substantial: a second-grade corpse core from the silver corpse and a first-grade corpse core from the bronze corpse. From the four iron corpses, only one first-grade corpse core was found in one of their brains.

In total, the value was in the thousands of gold.

Though not insignificant, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the 600,000 gold debt.

However, with his rapidly increasing strength, his ability to earn money was also growing. If he were still at the initial stage of a Spirit Apprentice, even encountering an iron corpse would mean instant death.

As for the silver corpse, it would mean certain death without a chance to escape.

From a distance, more howls could be heard.

With his fighting strength depleted, Chen Mo dared not engage in another battle. He immediately concealed his aura and returned to sleep on the tree branch. As for Xiao Ba, the turtle, he didn’t need to worry; it would take care of itself.

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Two days later, after crossing the swamp, they arrived at the edge of a mountain range.

In the distance, smoke and mist rose, and the mountains stretched out, looking quite promising. After all, places rich in spiritual energy would have more abundant resources.

The valley was humid and hot, with lush trees intertwined. Occasionally, venomous snakes and spiders would crawl over their heads. Countless plants mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the species.

Sweat dripped from Chen Mo’s face, and he felt listless, kicking Xiao Ba irritably: "Xiao Ba, you seem pretty smart usually. Why do you fail me at critical moments? Can’t you sniff out where the natural treasures are?"

Xiao Ba gave him a disdainful look, as if to say, do you think natural treasures are as common as cabbage?

As the master and pet were glaring at each other, a rustling sound came from ahead.

"Is it a demonic beast?" Chen Mo thought, but it seemed to be a human...

Before Chen Mo could react, Xiao Ba suddenly turned around and ran away on all fours.

What’s going on? Confused, Chen Mo saw several people emerge from the forest ahead.

Jiang Chen? Chen Mo was slightly surprised; there seemed to be fewer people than the last time they met. But that’s not right; according to Xiao Ba’s nature, he wouldn’t be afraid of these people.

At that moment, a piercing, ear-splitting scream came from a distance. Several trees, thick enough to hug, crashed down with a loud boom, and the ground shook as if a mountain had collapsed.

Jiang Chen, upon seeing Chen Mo, was also taken aback but immediately made an inexplicable move, throwing a large egg toward Chen Mo.

As the egg flew through the air, it suddenly exploded, with yellow and white yolk flying everywhere.

Caught off guard, Chen Mo, despite quickly channeling mystic energy to defend himself, still got splattered with the sticky liquid.

"This is my last piece of clothing!" Chen Mo was about to attack, but the group of people, after a brief glance at him, ran away quickly, disappearing into the forest.

Still not understanding what was happening, Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. A wave of danger washed over him from behind.

Chen Mo rolled on the ground, feeling the wind and sand rush past him as a monstrous creature, like a dragon, whizzed by his side.

Turning his head, he felt a pang of fear.

A massive head was slowly turning toward him from the dense vegetation.

Its body was covered in scales like steel armor, gleaming with a metallic luster. A row of bony spines, like dragon horns, protruded from its eye sockets, and brown, furry tendrils grew between the scales on its neck.

This was a high-level magical beast, the Black Gold Python King, with a body length of several dozen meters, resembling a legendary dragon.

Chen Mo swallowed hard, thinking even a mammoth elephant could be swallowed in one bite, let alone himself, who was like a tiny insect in front of it.

Stared at by the dark red, slit-like eyes of the python, a chilling aura instantly enveloped him, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice pit. Cold sweat trickled down his back, and he found himself unable to move.

"Jiang Chen, you stole the snake egg and framed me!" Chen Mo’s heart turned cold, knowing that the egg yolk on his body made it impossible to explain to such a giant snake.

"And that unrighteous turtle..." Thinking of the pet that ran away faster than anything, Chen Mo was filled with resentment.

In this situation, Chen Mo desperately wanted to escape, to get as far away from the monstrous creature as possible.

But the Black Gold Python King was staring at him with a chilling gaze, and under such terrifying pressure, he dared not move. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

At that moment, Xiao Ba’s head appeared from a pile of grass, making a sly gesture toward Chen Mo.

The python’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and it swooped down with a hissing sound, destroying everything in its path, and ancient trees were snapped in half. Its blood-red mouth opened wide, determined to swallow the egg thief in front of it.

Chen Mo had long been planning to escape, and he had mentally rehearsed his evasion a thousand times. As the massive creature attacked, he moved like a willow leaf, using the wind generated by the python to narrowly avoid its mouth. However, he was still knocked down by the powerful wind from its body, rolling in the dirt.

At that moment, a thick, sticky jet of water shot out, splattering the Black Gold Python King’s face.

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