Chapter 143

Coming toward him were two black light waves.

In the wide corridor directly ahead, two Hundred-Eyed Bull Demons roared as they charged toward Chen Ang.

Chen Ang sneered, letting the mental waves land on his body.

He did not lose focus.

Nor did he suffer any damage.

"Die."

With a violent shout, Chen Ang swung his right claw, unleashing the Ripping Claw; a beam of fractured death light carrying thunder transformed from dragon might struck out to suppress and kill.

With a *puchi* sound.

The two charging Hundred-Eyed Bull Demons were instantly torn apart, black blood splattering onto the ground and emitting a foul stench.

"It's a good thing I was prepared and learned Mental Guard, otherwise it would have been hard to say."

Chen Ang murmured, then looked at the two corpses on the ground and frowned. "Monsters like this are not only disgusting, but they don't even have any materials after being killed."

It would be fine if they had some materials.

With no materials at all, to be honest, if these monsters were put outside, they would probably be hated by everyone.

Composing his mood, Chen Ang looked up and surveyed the corridor before him.

It was very spacious and led to the deeper parts of the underground.

Ahead, it was dim.

Chen Ang twisted his neck, grinned, and stepped inside.

His pace was slow, not at all urgent.

Before Chen Ang's eyes, a prompt appeared, and its content was constantly updating.

【Please walk forward boldly; there are no monsters within fifty meters.】

【Please be careful: ten meters ahead, there are two pollution products: Rotten Dragon Wolves. They are dragon beasts that were once failed experiments; they should have died here, but were resurrected by the pollution, becoming mindless monsters. They are stronger, possess a mental roar ability, and their claws have a corrosive effect and contain corpse poison.】

"Rotten Dragon Wolves?"

Chen Ang raised an eyebrow and continued walking forward.

Step by step.

When he had walked ten meters, Chen Ang's eyes narrowed as he saw two bloated monsters covered in rotting flesh.

These were the Rotten Dragon Wolves the golden finger mentioned.

To be honest, Chen Ang couldn't see how these things had anything to do with dragons.

Their bodies were extremely bloated, and even their heads were sunken into their fat, like a big fatty.

Ordinary dragon wolves only have four limbs, but the two guys in front of him each had eight limbs, and on the left and right sides, four human arms extended, bearing sharp claws—truly bizarre.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, the two monsters that had been lying on the ground as if resting opened their eyes and looked in Chen Ang's direction.

But at the same time, it had to be said that the other party was indeed a spiritual master.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Roar after roar came crashing over.

Like the crying of an infant, yet also like the coughing of an old man—harsh and unpleasant.

Mental Guard.

Chen Ang immediately activated his mental power; he only felt his whole body shake, and a stinging sensation came from his chest, but it caused no other damage.

This meant his Mental Guard had completely blocked the roar that carried a mental attack.

Seeing that Chen Ang was fine, the two Rotten Dragon Wolves wanted to launch further attacks.

Chen Ang sneered. "I don't want you to keep disgusting me in front of my eyes; you'd better turn to ash quickly."

As his voice fell, Chen Ang spat out his death dragon breath, which turned into a black torrent and blasted over.

It instantly engulfed the two Rotten Dragon Wolves.

When the dragon breath dissipated.

Only two deformed white skeletons remained on the ground.

Chen Ang let out a breath and continued forward.

Before reaching the end of this corridor, monsters would appear from time to time.

There were Hundred-Eyed Bull Demons.

There were Rotten Dragon Wolves.

There were also Hundred-Toothed Worms, and so on.

Almost every few dozen steps Chen Ang took, he had to stop to deal with the monsters that appeared.

Seeing so many ugly, disgusting, and deformed shapes made one feel like vomiting.

He didn't know if they were truly too ugly.

Or if Chen Ang was also feeling a trace of the pollution.

"Die!"

With another low shout, Chen Ang swung his Ripping Claw.

After tearing apart a worm in front of him that was covered in mouths and dense teeth, he sighed deeply, looked ahead, and grinned. "Damn, finally reaching the end, but at this end, there's a big guy waiting for me."

He didn't even know how many of these disgusting monsters he had killed.

Fortunately, he was finally arriving.

【Keep it up, the end of the corridor is right ahead, but be careful: ahead is a 'garbage dump' specifically for piling up corpses. In order to make use of the corpses here, some people in the past placed a successfully cultivated sub-dragon here, named the Ripping-Claw Dragon. It feeds on rotting flesh and guards this place; it is also the only creature in this corridor that has not been polluted. By the way, a friendly reminder: because it feeds on rotting flesh, its blood and meat emit a foul stench and cannot be eaten.】

Fine.

Seeing the prompt, the look in Chen Ang's eyes changed from joy to disappointment.

The joy was naturally because he was reaching the end, and there was a living, unpolluted sub-dragon.

The disappointment was that the sub-dragon's blood couldn't be drunk, and its meat couldn't be eaten.

"Forget it, fortunately there is a sub-dragon blood pool inside, the effect is the same."

After sighing, Chen Ang looked up and walked step by step toward the end of the corridor.

Before he had even walked out, some of the situation outside the corridor had already entered Chen Ang's line of sight.

This alone made Chen Ang's eyes widen, and he felt a strong sense of shock.

A thick, pungent smell of decay rushed toward him.

Outside the corridor, just from what Chen Ang could see, there were mountains of corpses of all kinds.

Some were ugly.

Some were imposing.

There was no doubt that these were all failed sub-dragon experiments.

But the quantity was simply too high; this was just a portion, yet there were at least a thousand corpses.

One could imagine what a terrifying number of corpses there were at the end.

Black blood flowed on the ground, and the entire space seemed to have turned black-red.

"No matter which world this ruin came from before it fell, the force that built this place is definitely not anything good."

Chen Ang thought to himself, clenching his fists and tensing his body.

After preparing for battle, he walked out of the corridor.

*Whoosh. *

A sound of breaking air suddenly came from the right...

119: Enemy Arrives, Battle the Ripping-Claw Dragon!

"Where is he?"

In the lush ancient forest.

Wei Kai looked at the black-robed man in front of him and asked with a gloomy expression.

He and Zheng Wei had run wildly all the way here, but after waiting, the intelligence merchant in front of him told him the person had disappeared.

Was he playing with him?

"Don't be impatient."

The intelligence merchant's expression was indifferent, and he said without the slightest panic, "Although he disappeared, I can be sure he hasn't left this forest, and I know the approximate location where he was consumed. Besides, what do you think it means when a person hasn't left the forest but suddenly disappears?"