Zhong Lin’s Red Flas Wings shook, soaring into the sky, flying over the surrounding hills, breaking through the fog atop the mountains, descending from the sky.
The deep valley, vast and profound, was filled with a chill and darkness due to the lack of sunlight all year round. There were hardly any flowers or trees, and the surrounding cliff faces were damp and cold, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.
Zhong Lin’s gaze swept across, imdiately surprised by the sight before him.
"This is..."
Zhong Lin was also taken aback by everything before him. The valley was not empty; on the contrary, it was crowded, with tens of thousands of beings, to the point where it could be described as shoulder to shoulder.
However, that’s not accurate. Strictly speaking, the beings in the valley could not be called humans.
They only had human shapes, but their entire bodies were blood-red, like skinned monsters, with a strong stench of blood filling the surroundings.
Their eyes were lifeless, filled with ferocity and evil, combined with their skinned appearance, resembling zombies from movies of the previous life, especially the fantasy kind.
Terrifying, bloody, disgusting...
Zhong Lin’s sudden arrival was like a drop of water in hot oil, instantly exploding. The previously quiet blood corpses suddenly went wild, clawing towards Zhong Lin.
"What kind of monster is this?"
A flick of the Sword Finger, and a crescent-shaped sword qi burst out from between his fingers. Dozens of blood corpses in front of him were instantly split in two, with the intense tallic scent perating the entire valley and filling the nostrils.
The bisected blood corpses did not die imdiately. The remaining upper halves used their arms, crawling towards Zhong Lin, emitting a shrill roar.
Zhong Lin furrowed his brows, astonished by the tenacity of these blood corpses. He could also sense that these blood corpses had strong bones and vigorous blood qi, with the strength of a Martial Artist. It was simply absurd.
It should be noted that there were tens of thousands of blood corpses in the valley, and if each had the strength of a Martial Artist, it could overturn any nation on the Xuan Gui Continent.
Seeing the blood corpses still crawling towards him, Zhong Lin stomped his foot, sending a wave of qi crashing into them, reducing the blood corpses to minced at, dead beyond dead.
"Hmm? What’s this?"
In the pile of minced flesh, a thumb-sized crimson crystal attracted Zhong Lin’s attention. With a casual grasp in the air, the crystal flew directly into his hand.
Zhong Lin could sense an extrely dense blood qi contained within this crystal.
Chen Jia also erged from the Soul Nourishing Ring, taking a deep inhalation towards the crimson crystal in Zhong Lin’s hand, swallowing it all at once.
"What a treasure! Such pure qi-blood, quickly, get a couple more." Chen Jia said excitedly.
Zhong Lin grabbed another crimson crystal from the ground, circulating his Spiritual Origin, directly absorbing its energy into his body.
The energy contained within the crimson crystal was not much but was extrely pure, easily absorbed by the Spiritual Origin. More importantly, Zhong Lin found this power also worked on the Dragon Elephant Golden Body.
Suddenly, Zhong Lin spotted a fleeting figure in the distance.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
With a stomp, he leapt over the heads of the blood corpses like a giant bird, crossing dozens of ters to grab at the figure.
"Corrosive Blood Palm."
Seeing no way to avoid it, the figure struck with one hand towards Zhong Lin.
A crimson blood handprint flew through the air, and before it could even approach, a foul stench was already noticeable. The surrounding cliff faces were struck by the qi force, sizzling and corroding away.
"Humph!"
Zhong Lin snorted coldly, pointing his right index finger into the air, unleashing sword qi. The blood handprint shattered upon impact, continuing forward relentlessly, pressing right onto the figure.
With a scream, the figure, despite trying to dodge, had his entire right arm shattered, without a hint of resistance.
Zhong Lin descended, and the person in front of him had just displayed the strength of an Innate Martial Artist with that palm. Unfortunately, he was facing Zhong Lin, who had just returned from Luoxing Island, with cultivation having already reached the Spiritual Origin Realm, a full Realm above, with no room for resistance.
"Han Jin?"
Zhong Lin recognized the figure whose right arm he had shattered, though the face had changed slightly. It was still clearly Han Jin of the Blood Demon Sect, whom Yin Daoyan had been pursuing.
It was quite a coincidence that Zhong Lin had a connection with him. When the rebel army of Guo Yanhuai besieged Black Mountain County and nearly breached the county, it was Zhong Lin, then of Lower Third Grades, who took advantage of the rebels to seize the Du family’s Blood Coagulation Technique, with Han Jin serving as the rebel strategist.
Despite Yin Daoyan, Gu Yourong, and i Weixuan striking directly, killing Guo Yanhuai and other leaders, the mastermind behind the scenes, Han Jin, vanished without a trace.
It turns out he was hiding here, no wonder they never managed to find him.
"It’s you, Zhong Lin, Deputy Sect Master of the Sword Cauldron Sect."
Han Jin endured the pain, slowly stood up, and glared at Zhong Lin with hatred. If looks could kill, Zhong Lin would have already been dismbered.
"You know ?"
"Of course, I know you. If only I could crush your master and you to dust, to alleviate the hatred in my heart. If not for Yin Daoyan’s relentless pursuit, I wouldn’t be like a stray dog, fearing every dawn."
Han Jin’s voice was filled with hatred, Yin Daoyan’s pursuit prevented him from conducting experints across countries as before, reduced to hiding like a rat. Being Yin Daoyan’s disciple, Zhong Lin also beca a target of his resentnt.
Zhong Lin smiled faintly: "That’s truly my honor."
Seeing Zhong Lin’s smile made Han Jin’s hatred even more intense, grimacing: "I never expected you would find your way here. Since you’ve arrived, you might as well experience the gift I’ve prepared for you. Kill him for ."
Han Jin howled sharply towards the sky as if it were a command, and the blood corpses throughout the valley erupted into frenzy, surging towards Zhong Lin.
Zhong Lin frowned slightly, said coldly: "What on earth are these things?"
"Things? No, no, no, these are treasures. I’ve prepared them for quite a while, soon you’ll know. I will turn you into a blood corpse too, join their ranks, and conquer the world for , kill!"
As he spoke, Han Jin slowly backed away, intending to savor Zhong Lin’s impending misfortune.
Watching the blood corpses closing in, Zhong Lin snorted coldly.
"Red Fla Dragon, Yin Yang Spirit!"
Inside Zhong Lin, the Spiritual Origin manifested into a massive dragon of fla, ten zhang long, as thick as a person’s leg. Its scales were vivid, dragon horns nacing, emitting waves of dragon roars, swimming through the void.
Roar!
The fiery dragon roared to the sky, soaring and dancing in the air, leaving trails of blazing flas wherever it passed. The blood corpses below turned to ash in its flas, offering no resistance.
The miasma filling the valley was likened to moths to a fla, completely obliterated.
This was Zhong Lin’s first ti using the Red Fla Dragon, with excellent results.
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