The lion head ignored him, smacking its lips, always feeling that its prey was a bit small, just enough to wedge between its teeth, definitely not enough to fill its stomach.
"Roar..."
The lion head bellowed once, with a vague spiritual fluctuation that seed to be asking when it could finally get so deep sleep.
It had already tried hard, balancing work and rest, but it also deserved a break.
"What, we just got here!"
"Before we set out, you just had a full sleep, how could you be sleepy again!"
GuaGua shook his head, his face clearly showing disagreent.
The wronged lion head, with a pleading look, turned to Goose Immortal, hoping to find so help for a mont of peace.
"I can’t help," said the Immortal indifferently.
Goose Immortal snorted, having just struggled out of the ground, its body covered in wounds, and it hurt terribly.
But it just grimaced and endured, as if it were accustod to pain.
"This is the wilderness, this is what it’s like outside of Soul Calming Mountain."
"Did you really think you could just sleep anywhere you went?"
"I’ve said it before, there’s no absolutely safe place in the wilderness. If you sleep too deeply, sooner or later you’ll pay a painful price for it," warned the Immortal.
"Roar..."
The lion head turned around and looked at the goat head and the snake head.
Its eyes seed to say, aren’t they here too? With more heads taking turns to keep watch, it wasn’t like it was fighting alone.
"Hiss!"
The snake head bit fiercely into the right paw of the lion, as aggressive as a bandit.
With so many delicious foods in the outside world, having just tasted the flavor, how could it sleep now?
"Baa!"
The goat head kicked the lion head’s stomach too, showing astounding agreent with the snake head on the issue of the lion head’s laziness, their cooperation growing ever more tacit.
Rejected by a unanimous vote, the lion head sighed and once again slowly started trudging forward.
"Big tadpole, what’s a malford insect?"
The hopping GuaGua asked curiously.
"Suppose the Heart-Devouring Beast is infamous among the demons, then the malford insect corresponds to the insect tribe."
"This type of creature also likes to burrow into its prey’s flesh, but it doesn’t eat the heart, it eats the brain."
"Once it eats your brain, the malford insect can occupy your body, neither beast nor ghost, forcibly transforming all the bloodlines in your body in a diseased way."
"Ohh."
GuaGua understood, nodding taphorically:
"It seems that this island is filled with demonic species."
"Lazy, quirky, fierce, let’s get spirited, et up soon, find a safe spot, and we can rest!"
"Roar!"
The lion head suddenly accelerated, transitioning from stumbling to a frantic sprint.
"Hey, slow down!"
GuaGua almost got thrown off, grabbing onto so lion hairs and muttering.
"Moo!!"
A beast in the form of a savage bull appeared in the field, blocking the path of the young chira.
The slanted nose, twisted face, and continuously oozing pus made it clear, without a doubt, that the deford insects had taken over the brain.
Lion Head didn’t give way either and charged straight ahead.
At the critical mont, Goat Head followed with a push, and the cow beast was once again sent flying thousands of ters, landing on the ground with all its internal organs utterly shattered.
"Boom, boom, boom—boom, boom, boom—"
Such an effort from the Chira offspring was rare to see.
Midway through the journey, Ye Hanjun gave up traveling by himself.
He forcibly retrieved Goose Immortal and also settled himself on Goat Head’s back, hitching a ride with the wind and getting increasingly closer to the perceived direction.
This run lasted for the better half of the day.
The Chira offspring displayed terrifying endurance; whether it was Lion Head, Goat Head, or Snake Head, none showed any significant decline in physical strength.
The combat power was no different; no deford insect with the Imasurable Void Pull ability could withstand their joint charge, usually resulting in being smashed to pieces.
"It’s no wonder they are offspring of the Holy Beast with the Holy Bloodline, their physique, strength, and constitution are already at their peak."
Ye Hanjun sighed with admiration, gaining a clearer understanding of the unique nature of the Savage’s Fond Spirits compared to other factions.
This lineage lacked deceitful spells, had sufficient vitality, strong defenses, and great power; these were already winning treasures, and anything else was superfluous and of no practical use.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle...rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Among the low shrubs, an unusual shuttling sound erged sporadically.
Lion Head suddenly slowed down its charge, tilting its head with a hint of strangeness on its face.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle...rustle, rustle, rustle..."
The shaking bushes suddenly quieted down, and the place, which had never heard the chirping of birds and other wildlife, fell into an abyss-like silence.
Ye Hanjun’s pupils contracted. With both his super-spiritual senses and his eyes, he could detect nurous basin-sized black insects with human faces on their carapaces crawling in the jungle, watching their every move.
And those twisted human faces on their shells, such a distinct feature, if not the ’Human-Faced Cockroaches’, then what?
"Ura!"
A mountain full of Human-Faced Cockroaches cleared a path for them.
On both sides, more Human-Faced Cockroaches ford arrow-shaped symbols, guiding their way forward.
"Ee, ee, ee, the ’little roaches’ and ’little longs’ of dear grandfather have produced so many babies?"
GuaGua was surprised, its clever mind quickly guessing that these cockroaches had sothing to do with Ye Yin.
"Lucky bag for transferring fortunes, enhancing reproduction, huh?"
"The reproductive ability of these undying cockroaches was already strong, but hatching an army of tens of thousands of cockroaches in a short period is still sowhat unrealistic."
"Could it be...that Ye Yin has already undergone the second or even third round of blessings?"
Ye Hanjun found it strange yet felt his idea was sowhat far-fetched.
Since entering Asura’s Tomb, he had also suffered a lot and thus amassed a large amount of lucky bag energy.
But he was still not at the level to have six lucky bags refilled; if Ye Yin truly was ahead of him, what kind of hardships had he encountered and how many miracles had he had to use to disentangle himself?
"Cough...cough, cough..."
On a desolate and remote field, a lonely thatched cottage stood out against the backdrop of the world in a jarring manner.
An old man with a walking stick, bent at the waist and hunched back, slowly walked out of the hut.
"Ah!"
GuaGua was shocked, afraid of seeing wrong, and rubbed its eyes again.
But the scene before its pupils didn’t change. eting Ye Yin again after so many years, he had aged even more, his eye sockets were hollow, and the previous two eyeballs had disappeared. At first glance, he looked more frightening than any demon or ghost.
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