The sudden disaster struck too abruptly, none of the ghosts were able to react in ti, even though Le Cheng was already on alert, but he was still a step behind. In midair, Clara’s body was being whisked further away by the black strands.
But Le Cheng also gave chase at the first opportunity.
At this mont, he burst out with the highest speed he had ever achieved. With his legs bent at the knees, his body shot out like a cannonball. He was airborne, stepping on air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages in midair.
"Damn beast! I just t that girl; if you kill her right in front of , where would I put my face when telling the story? Stay behind!"
Relying on his ghost-like speed, Le Cheng, starting later but arriving first, finally caught Clara before her body was rolled into a pond ahead, cut off the black strands with a whoosh, and pulled her from their clutches.
To his astonishnt, these were actually several strands of hair.
The other half of the hair strands conveniently slithered into the pond.
"Mr. Le Cheng..."
"Go!"
"Waaahhhh—"
Before Clara could even thank him, Le Cheng turned around and hurled her back in the direction they ca from. With a scream from Clara, she flew back faster than before, tumbling dozens of ters before planting headfirst into the ground, then curled into a ball, rolling...
After all, she’s a ghost; a little friction is nothing.
"Alright, let’s begin our delightful one-on-one."
Le Cheng tossed the hair in his hand and turned back around to face the nearby pond.
Bloop, bloop, bloop...
Bubbles kept rising from the pond, and soon, a massive body erged from the water. It was over two ters tall, its bloated body piled with countless brown lumps of flesh, its robust arms even wider than Le Cheng’s shoulders. Just by its sheer bulk, even Catherine would have to step down in sha. Even more bizarrely, the lumps of flesh on the creature undulated and squird like maggots.
"rciful Father... rciful Father..."
The hulking mass of flesh muttered as it moved ashore, the voice deep and hollow, as if soulless.
This monster gave Le Cheng the impression of being hideously ugly and freakishly strange. As a Nagou’s filial son, its appearance was particularly unusual, but surprisingly devoid of any sense of rot.
"What, at Mountain Demon King? Had your al yet? If not, eat my bullet."
Le Cheng decisively pulled out his lucky gun and fired—bang, bang, bang.
Bullets hit the bloated lumps of flesh, the impact was apparent as chunks of flesh splattered away, but the at Mountain Demon King was unmoved, instead lumbering towards Le Cheng with a thud, thud, thud, even as the areas that had just been blasted began to rapidly regenerate new flesh.
"rciful Father... ugh!"
The at Mountain Demon King released a hoarse roar, slamming down its fist large as a millstone.
Boom!
The ground shook with a deafening crash, and a deep crater ford.
"What a pity."
Le Cheng had already dodged. He felt regret as the cooldown of the Identification Eye hadn’t finished yet, so he couldn’t determine what kind of creature it really was.
However, it was clear that firearms were ineffective.
Then, did these lumps of flesh have their own souls?
The Soul Tide released a dark purple glow, wriggling like a snake in the darkness.
Indeed, the power of the at Mountain Demon King was beyond Le Cheng’s expectations. Even with his current strength of seven points, plus his micro-operation, he was far from a match, but dealing with such large creatures was already routine for him.
Le Cheng lightly landed on the ground, stepped into the Shadow, and reappeared behind the creature.
"Neck at!"
"Tenderloin!"
"Thigh at!"
"Buttock at!"
"Pork belly!"
"Braised beef!"
"Twice-cooked pork!"
"..."
Le Cheng was like a skilled chef, continuously carving off the excess fat from the at Mountain Demon King. With each stroke of dark purple light, as he had expected, the regeneration of the flesh slowed significantly.
But this didn’t affect the at Mountain Demon King’s fighting capability; rather, it beca more ferocious.
"Ahhhh... rciful Father!"
In a roar, the at Mountain Demon King suddenly leaped, aiming a crushing blow from above.
Boom!
Amidst the flying rubble, Le Cheng stood on its back, the Soul Tide accurately piercing the temple of the adversary. With a perfect slimming effect, the twenty-centiter blade was now sufficiently long to enter its brain... if it had one.
"Urgh—"
In an instant, the at Mountain Demon King clutched its head, letting out a heart-wrenching shriek.
Hmm?
Le Cheng sensed sothing unusual—the creature’s voice had changed slightly. It had been low and hoarse before, but now there was a hint of shrillness in it.
Suddenly, its body began to tremble violently, and lumps of flesh started colliding and fusing together.
Could it be transitioning to the second phase?
Le Cheng had a thought and imdiately retreated.
The at Mountain Demon King did not pursue but instead stood in place, screaming and roaring. Without warning, it began to tear at the flesh on its body.
Plop! Plop...
More and more chunks of flesh were pulled off its body, soon turning hard and yellow, like stones. And as its body continued to condense, its towering height of over two ters shrank rapidly to about one sixty-seven.
Although it still had piles of flesh stacked all over its body, resembling layered armor.
Squish!
Then, a pale and slender arm broke free from the outer layer of flesh.
Next, it reached towards its own face, voraciously tearing off... more precisely, the torn flesh on its face.
Half of its face, which was revealed in the air, was clear and devoid of any imperfections, strikingly beautiful if viewed by itself. However, the portion above its nose was still wrapped in hideous, ghastly lumps of flesh.
"Hah—"
It opened its mouth, greedily sucking in a breath of air, and then...
"Sword, co!"
Sharp, clear, yet with an undertone of madness.
A woman’s voice?
Whish!
A cold light leaped out of the water pool, swiftly landing in the woman’s hand.
It was a knight’s greatsword.
Nearly two ters in length, the knight’s greatsword even exceeded the woman’s height, requiring two hands for even a man to grip firmly, but the woman lifted it with ease, as if it weighed nothing, using only a slender arm.
What captured Le Cheng’s attention even more was the condition of the greatsword.
Its blade was stained with countless bloodstains and bits of flesh, but both the hilt and blade were corroded and full of cracks, akin to the decrepit body of a valiant warrior after countless battles.
It should have remained forever dormant, yet it was awakened once again.
"Hahaha! Kill, kill, kill, kill... rciful Father... rciful Father... Kill!"
The woman yelled maniacally, and with her swing, the greatsword dashed towards Le Cheng at an incredibly high speed.
Clang!
With a thunderous clash, Le Cheng’s Soul Tide was knocked out of his hand, while the already decrepit knight’s greatsword he had struck also fractured, breaking into several pieces.
Failing to land her blow, the woman seed to beco even more frenzied.
Squish!
Her other hand also burst free from the lumps of flesh.
As both hands were freed, the layers of flesh on her body changed again. They fell off like dried mud, finally revealing her original appearance.
She had the stature between a young girl and a "loli," no more than a ter sixty tall, clad in a black and red gothic dress, barefooted on the ground, with strange black substances wrapped around her feet. The upper part of her body above her eyes was still encased in revolting flesh, leaving only clusters of long black hair exposed.
"Scythe, co!"
With a fierce shout from the girl, the black substances under her feet spread outwards, morphing into a flowing shadow altar. Then, a similarly ancient but even colder black scythe slowly surfaced.
Greatsword, scythe, girl...
Was this creature truly a devil?
Recalling what Clara had ntioned before, Le Cheng suddenly had a guess in his mind.
But...
"Don’t think you’re the only one with this trick... Dagger, co!"
As soon as Le Cheng finished speaking, the Soul Tide that had been knocked away trembled on the ground and flew back to him.
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