It had already been seven days since Karsha and the other disciples from various sects in the Drono Kingdom had entered the Blood Forest.
The first week had been a frenzy of activity as everyone tried to cross the 20 million-point mark set by the kingdom. So far, 250 of the over a thousand disciples who had entered the forest had already achieved this milestone.
Most of the core disciples and a few inner disciples had reached it. Because of this, those who were not confident in their abilities to protect themselves had found a place to enter seclusion.
anwhile, the more adventurous disciples road the forest seeking opportunities. So had already discovered great treasures, rare herbs, and valuable drops from their kills.
Unlike Karsha, who hadn't even gotten a single drop, so disciples had even acquired Servant Grade Avatars, which filled them with great happiness.
Karsha had spent two days acting as a guard for a damsel he had saved from distress. Once Linnea had recovered, he took her on an adventure, cutting a swath through the forest full of Tier 8 Great Mutants.
They moved many miles but never encountered anything above a Great Mutant.
Karsha knew that if he wanted to gain so significant drops, he had to target bigger prey. The system seed to have high hopes for him, so the lack of rewards for killing three realms above his level clearly indicates just how high those expectations were.
After a day of exploration, Karsha and Linnea heard a loud explosion echoing from miles away. Without hesitation, they sped towards the source.
After a short while, they stopped atop a small mountain overlooking a battlefield teeming with Tier 8 monsters.
As soon as they arrived, Karsha's eyes lit up. A fierce battle was raging down below, a couple of kiloters away.
"It's him, the Beast Tar," Linnea exclaid, pointing at Xian as he ford hand seals, commanding the battlefield. Karsha simply smiled, content to observe the scene.
A horde of monsters charged at six individuals, most of them Great Mutants with a few dozen Dark Mutants mixed in.
The system quickly identified the creatures as Berserker Bloodmoon Wolves. True to their na, these wolves were berserk and terrifying. They had dark grey fur streaked with crimson, giving them the appearance of being bathed in fresh blood.
Their sinister yellow eyes glowed nacingly, and their fangs and teeth were stained red. The fur around their mouths was blood-red, camouflaging any blood they consud.
Their claws, razor-sharp and deadly, were their strongest offensive weapons.
Despite their fearso appearance, Karsha noted the piles of wolf corpses littering the battlefield. Clearly, the six individuals were more than a match for these vicious creatures.
On one side of the battlefield, June was slicing through the wolves with ease. Each swing of her sword sent out wind arcs that cleanly and silently severed the monsters, despite their imposing six-ter height.
She moved with great flexibility, evading and countering with terrifying speed. Her body was enveloped in a white glow; clearly, the light elent was protecting her from harm.
June's battle style was a srizing dance of death. Her swordplay was a perfect blend of grace and brutality. She spun and twisted, her blade carving deadly arcs through the air.
Wind blades flew from her sword with every slash, slicing through the wolves' tough hides as if they were paper.
Her feet barely seed to touch the ground as she flipped and dodged, her movents a blur of speed and precision. Each strike was lethal, targeting vital points with unerring accuracy.
The wolves, despite their ferocity and size, fell like wheat before a scythe, unable to match her speed or skill.
On the other side, Karsha got the shock of his life. i Lin was a tempest of electricity, darting through the battlefield with her spear stabbing, swinging, and thrusting in all forms of moves that left each monster dead from just one attack.
Her spear crackled with lightning, and every ti it pierced a wolf, lightning coursed through its body, causing it to convulse violently.
Yet, surprisingly, whenever a monster fell, not even a single drop of blood seeped from where she had stabbed. It appeared that each thrust of her spear sent a surge of her ice elent into the monster's body, freezing its blood in an instant.
i Lin's combat style was a storm of precision and power. She moved with the speed of lightning, her spear a blur as it struck with pinpoint accuracy. Each stab and thrust was calculated, targeting the wolves' vital organs and joints.
The combination of her electric and ice elents created a deadly synergy. The wolves were electrocuted into paralysis, then frozen from the inside out, their bodies turning rigid before they even hit the ground.
In another part of the forest, the bodies scattered on the ground look like empty sacks. Karsha couldn't figure out how, but similar to the monsters he'd drained, Li Fei's kills left behind only skin sacks and cores.
It seed she wasn't just sapping their life force but also draining their blood—an aspect he struggled to grasp.
Seconds later, as he watched Li Fei's thorns continuously sap the monsters' lives, he noticed tiny flowers on the ground swiftly draining their blood. It was happening so quickly that Karsha almost missed it.
"Looks like she's mastered that skill to a shocking level," he muttered to himself. The last ti he saw her, she used the [Million Devouring Insect Plants Field], devouring the monster's whole—body and core, leaving nothing behind.
But now, the flowers remained while the fallen monsters were drained only of blood, leaving behind their cores and empty sacks of bodies. That was the truly terrifying part.
Surrounding her, the Dark Thorns, now adorned with small golden lines for so reason, burst from the ground, draining the monsters' life forces.
She skillfully employed [Dance of a Thousand Death Thorns] and [Netherworld Thorns], orchestrating kills and feeding the insect plants with blood, all in the background.
She looked different than before and Karsha could tell at a glance she had ford her first wood spirit and now nourishing it.
On another part of the battlefield, Karsha could only stare in shock. Li Jing stood surrounded by flas, wielding a beautiful staff and a spellbook.
In her section of the battlefield, fiery monsters of all shapes and sizes wreaked havoc among the Bloodmoon wolves.
Tigers, lions, cheetahs, and even wolves erupted in infernal chaos against the monsters. Explosions, flas, and close combat filled the air around her.
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'Damn, this woman is hot, literally,' Karsha muttered to himself. He couldn't help but admire the graceful figure of the woman who sent monsters to their death with flas burning in their souls.
He silently licked his lips before shifting his gaze towards Nedin.
Nedin is like an ice sword maiden on the battlefield. She moved leaving trails of ice in her wake. Each swing of her sword sends chilling ice attacks that cleave through the monsters.
Just like i Lin, there is no blood flowing from the cuts since they all get sealed in ice whenever her attack lands on them. Be it Tier 8 Great Mutants and Dark Mutants, they all held no resistance against her icy attacks.
'Indeed, there is sothing different about the Mutants on the snake island' Karsha said inward and then turned to Xian.
Xian stood among the horde of monsters forming seals. With each seal ford, a monster will perform actions akin to a human.
These monsters are tearing through the wolves like mad. A Tier 8 Dark Mutant Long Tusk elephant charges forward, its tusk glowing red as it stabs into two wolves ending their life in an instant.
At once, it appeared on another part of the battlefield sending another badge of wolves to the afterlife. Karsha smiles looking at how Xian is fairing.
It seems each seal is a way of communicating and controlling how his beast companions kill their way through the battlefield.
Karsha nudged Linnea with a grin. "Looks like Xian's not the only one having fun." He could notice Linnea's focus was rather on Xian than the ladies.
Linnea's eyes sparkled with admiration, but a slight beet of redness could be seen on her cheeks. "They're incredible. But who are the others?"
Karsha smiled and then answered.
"That's Wind user is Fairy June, she is a Wind Swordmaiden. The lightning one is Fairy i Lin, she is a Spearmaiden. The one with the terrifying thorns is Fairy Li Fei, she is a wood cultivator, a terrifying one at that. The damsel in the flas is Fairy Li Jing, As you can see, she is the goddess of fire and carnage"
Karsha smiled and then pointed toward Nedin,
"That is Fairy Nedin, she is quiet but from what you can see, she is even more lethal than all of them. And then, of course, that brat is Xian, the terrifying beast tar" Linnea nodded as she scanned the battlefield field.
"To think the Sunlight Sword Sect could produce these monstrous talents, it seems this year's sect ranking will change greatly" Linnea shook her head and smiled slightly
As they watched, Xian's hand seals summoned a massive beast from the shadows. The creature roared, joining the fray and tearing into the wolves with brutal efficiency. The coordinated attacks of the six fighters were a sight to behold, each move precise and devastating.
"Xian's control over beasts is amazing," Linnea said, her voice filled with awe.
Karsha nodded. "He's always had a way with them. But this... this is on another level." Karsha could only paint his brother good. Who would he be to such a good brother if not a good wingman?
Suddenly, a particularly large Berserker Bloodmoon Wolf lunged at Xian, its claws gleaming in the dim light. Before Karsha or Linnea could react, Xian deftly sidestepped, directing his summoned beast to intercept the wolf mid-air. The clash was swift, and the wolf fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Impressive," Linnea praised. Before Karsha could add more complints about Xian's amazing skills, a deafening howl echoed across the battlefield, shaking everything around them.
On a mountain peak two miles away from the battlefield stood a towering figure—a 20-ter-tall, imposing Berserker Bloodmoon Wolf with golden-white fur.
Behind it, ten more Berserker Bloodmoon Wolves, each 10 ters tall with golden-black fur, exuding a nacing aura of bloodthirstiness.
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