Immortality Martial Arts: I Started with the Five Animals Health Fist Chapter 842 - 282: Great Divine Power Martial Saint Mirror M

A myriad of rotting corpses, their stench fused into one, gathering overhead into a gray shroud of death; their formation resembling that of martial artists in a battle array, significantly boosting their collective strength. The dense miasma alone was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

In this place devoid of any spiritual energy, even an Innate Martial Artist, who could harness the energy of nature, had only his strength to rely on. This shift in dynamics weakened even the semblance of Divine Skills by one level!

"You beasts want to eat ? Co... try it!"

Hong Zhenxiang licked his lips, his face twisted into a ferocious grin. He had rged with the Demon Monster Crystal Core and processed the Monster Bodies left by Pang Shengwu, which rendered him uncontrollably battle-hungry.

"Conserve the True Yuan, kill with basic physical prowess."

Su Changkong silently thought, his Dantian currently containing 150 drops of True Yuan. Although it seed plentiful, each used drop was one less available, necessitating the conservation of True Yuan to face upcoming dangers and tests without restraint.

"Boom!"

Confronting the onslaught of corpses charging from afar, Su Changkong leapt down from the phantom of a white crane, his body plumting like a massive boulder into a cluster of rotting corpses, his impact sending out shockwaves that flopped the nearby bodies in all directions.

"Hiss!"

More rotting corpses revealed their sharp fangs, their decayed faces twisted in malice, as they frenziedly lunged towards Su Changkong.

"Bang!"

With a punch, Su Changkong, nearing the prowess of a Martial Saint, casually delivered a blow of exaggerated force; the splattering sound of flesh marked the bursting of a corpse, its fragnts knocking down several others behind it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Su Changkong didn’t need any techniques, punching in all directions, each fist stirring up gales resembling the Furious Roar of wind and thunder. Even the iron-boned rotting corpses couldn’t survive a re graze, splitting into pieces, while a direct hit ant an explosive disintegration, with limbs flying everywhere.

"Co on!"

Hong Zhenxiang, his face bloodthirsty, was far more wild and tyrannical compared to Su Changkong, whose punches, though powerful and fast, were simple and unadorned.

"Roar!"

As Hong Zhenxiang punched, he resembled a rampaging elephant, with the echoes of bestial roars perating the air and an image of a giant elephant manifesting. His fist power vibrated the air, smashing corpses into a burst like balloons.

anwhile, Xia Yanyi brought out two Longswords from rings on his fingers, one in each hand, one black and one white, each of a different style.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

As Xia Yanyi wielded his swords, the white one was overtly fierce and dominating, slicing through the air like beams of light, while the black one was shadowy and cold, fluid like water, seeping everywhere seamlessly.

Like two swordsn of completely different styles yet in perfect harmony, those rotting corpses approaching him, even the splattering rotten blood, couldn’t touch him.

"Such exquisite swordsmanship… Previously, Dongn Jian and Mo Han, just in terms of swordsmanship, probably couldn’t match Xia Yanyi even combined."

Su Changkong silently admired.

Xia Yanyi could very well be a reincarnated Martial Saint from the Xia Yan family; his fa unheralded but his strength unfathomable. His swordsmanship alone was enough to overpower those who claid to be Sword Technique Grandmasters of this era!

Now, with the rising tide of Spiritual Energy, there’s an unmistakable abundance of obscure yet powerful masters like Xia Yanyi!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hong Zhenxiang was incomparably excited, having restrained himself for too long, he finally had the chance to truly exert himself.

The massive wave of rotting corpses, drawn by the Monster Qi that Hong Zhenxiang exuded, was as conspicuous as a fla in the darkness!

"Good! With so many corpses, we can rapidly collect all 300,000 Corpse Crystal Cores!"

Su Changkong and the others were thrilled rather than daunted.

300,000 Corpse Crystal Cores, just the sheer number was staggering, requiring mass and wide-range extermination of corpses to gather in a short ti.

Given the sheer number of corpses here, it could save them a vast amount of ti and effort.

The trio killed at an incredible speed, like three slaughtering machines, and in less than half a mont, they had already killed thousands of rotting corpses.

Such an ordeal would exhaust most Innate Martial Artists to death, but for Su Changkong, with a physique approaching that of a Martial Saint, such intensity of battle could be sustained for a whole day and night!

"Hmm? A big one is coming!"

At that mont, Hong Zhenxiang was taken aback, he said gravely.

"Gaw!"

With a piercing shriek, the sky billowed with corpse clouds, from which a flying rotting corpse erged.

This rotting corpse, riding the corpse clouds with blood-red eyes and crimson skin, over two ters tall, its decaying muscles seeming to regain life, was clearly much stronger than the others!

"Boom!"

The corpse dove down, targeting Hong Zhenxiang, its gigantic body like a cannonball.

"Die!"

Without dodging or flinching, Hong Zhenxiang, his eyes flashing with bloody light, countered with a punch as mighty as the Heaven King Held the Tower, directly facing the blood-red corpse that was hurtling toward him.

"Puff!"

The blood-red rotting corpse was torn apart by the force of the punch, but Hong Zhenxiang’s expression darkened, for it was only an afterimage; the actual bloody corpse had appeared behind him, its sharp, dagger-like claws targeting the back of his head.