Chapter 87: The Black‑Clad Wanderer

Within Mu Yi's Six Paths barrier inside his body, a vague shadow of a forest wolf appeared.

Although very vague, even flickering, Mu Yi still clearly sensed its presence.

Death at this moment seemed not an end, but a continuation of another form of existence.

Mu Yi looked thoughtful; the Six Paths barrier appeared more mysterious than he had imagined.

He withdrew his perception of the barrier; its grade was too high for him to comprehend now, but he could be sure it was not a bad thing.

He glanced at the Zongwang Player feed, where a brand‑new message had refreshed.

"Kill corrupted creature, faction contribution +5!"

He didn't know whether the forest wolf was too weak, or if corrupted creatures were simply worth that price.

Nevertheless, the Twilight Forest is vast, teeming with countless beings, which is why the Mo De Luo Si people deliberately set up a defensive camp here.

It was originally meant to guard against possible beast‑migration tides, but they never expected it to be useful at a time like this.

Of course, that also meant the situation here was beyond terrible.

The ever‑present abyssal aura constantly eroded the forest's creatures.

Mo De Luo Si soldiers could not fight for long under such an aura, so with the gods' aid they mass‑hired Zongwang Players to deal with the corrupted creatures.

In a sense, Zongwang Players almost all possessed Transcendent strength, so fighting above their level was no trouble for them.

Although beings like La Ge Na are rare, taking down a few ordinary Transcendent beings alone is not difficult for Zongwang Players.

Every Zongwang Player who steps into the Multiverse, after long honing, can be called a genius in any large world.

"Let's go, we need to speed up!"

Patting the seated Great Rhinoceros, Mu Yi looked toward the forest's depths; though he saw nothing, his intuition told him an unimaginable disaster was unfolding deep within.

The Great Rhinoceros broke into a gallop forward, the abyssal aura in the air making it uneasy, yearning from its core to smash something in release.

Noticing the Rhinoceros's agitation, Mu Yi flicked a spark of ember flame onto its forehead, helping it fend off the mental onslaught.

Mu Yi observed that the weaker the forest creatures along the way, the more severely they were corroded by the abyssal aura.

They nearly lost all reason, fluttering toward the Rhinoceros like moths, then being easily crushed to pieces.

"Kill corrupted creature, faction contribution +3"

"Kill corrupted creature, faction contribution +2"

"Kill corrupted creature, faction contribution +7"

Watching the Rhinoceros, like a dump truck, send a merely corrupted creature to its end, Mu Yi felt something was off, yet he couldn't pinpoint the dissonance.

Thanks to the Rhinoceros, he had already amassed over 150 contribution, enough to exchange for command over three soldiers, at least enough to form a Three‑Talent formation.

"Wait, stop!"

Mu Yi patted the Rhinoceros, then jumped down from its back.

Mu Yi halted beneath a great tree, pinched a handful of dark‑red soil, and brought it to his nose.

The smell of human blood!

And it was fresh; if Mu Yi weren't so keen to the scent of gore, he might have missed it.

"Someone injured?"

Mu Yi was puzzled; from the intermittent marks on the ground, the wound seemed not to have been properly tended.

Yet the previous large squad had double‑digit healers; how could such a wound linger so long?

"Is it that Wanderer thief? Or a Mo De Luo Si person?"

Mu Yi squinted, used a spirit orb to recall the Rhinoceros, then followed the blood trail.

"The blood trail vanished?"

Yet when he pursued to the end, the blood trail suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

In the instant Mu Yi was pondering, he sensed malevolent intent being born.

"Thunder!"

Without hesitation, Mu Yi unleashed a dazzling thunderbolt; under its roar, a hazy silhouette seemed to materialize in the air like an illusion.

Immediately, a figure like a cheetah burst from the shadows, dagger in hand thrust straight at the hazy form.

A spray of blood erupted, and the hazy figure instantly revealed its true shape.

Dark skin, a proud stature, and signature red pupils marked her identity— a Jorel Elf.

At that moment, the Jorel Elf's eyes glittered with disbelief, a dagger lodged in her throat.

Another flash of cold light, the Jorel Elf's heart was pierced; only when her corpse ceased twitching did the opponent's silhouette slowly rise.

"Thanks!"

The wanderer in a black robe sat down hard, and the wound on his body burst, spilling blood.

"You're welcome, what happened? She shouldn't be your opponent!"

Mu Yi frowned, and flung a ember flame projectile onto the wanderer.

The opponent instinctively tried to dodge, but the pain at the wound slowed him, and feeling the flame's warmth, he realized Mu Yi was healing him, and his tense body relaxed again.

"I found an altar built by Jorel Elves; it seems they're using it to contact the abyss. I killed a few Jorel Elves, but there's one very strong Jorel Elf, likely the Spider Goddess Empress's priest!"

The black wanderer slowly recounted his findings; he had hoped to claim the credit himself, but clearly his strength fell short.

Spider Goddess Empress Luo Si, even among Zongwang Players, is renowned for her outstanding trouble‑making ability; nearly half the hassles in the Zongwang network bear her imprint.

This makes one wonder how much profit she gains from these troubles to keep her so tirelessly meddling.

Moreover, from the wanderer's intel, as Mu Yi expected, the fish‑outs that broke through the first line are the cause of the abyssal aura's relentless spread.

The abyssal aura is hard to erase, yet it shouldn't keep expanding indefinitely; now it seems these so‑called altars are the source of its dissipation.

The opponent, using the forest as a natural barrier, cunningly wages guerrilla warfare against Mo De Luo Si.

And the tightening front lines leave Mo De Luo Si unable to muster more forces for cleanup, forced to rely on Zongwang Players to slow the collapse.

I don't even know how many such altars exist in the forest… Moreover, from the Wanderer's description, the Abyss Demons have probably already mastered a way for small groups of enemies to slip through the first line of defense.

Otherwise, there shouldn't be so many Zhuoer elves.

Mu Yi rubbed his chin, and it sounded like destroying the altar could bring a huge contribution into the accounts.