Chapter 84: Free Ride Home

Welcoming Wind Returning Willow Style!

After the flying sword pierced through the monster horde, Mo Evil immediately gestured, remotely controlling the flying sword to perform an ordinary sword move.

The huge purple light sword instantly turned into a rotating death lawnmower, clearing one-third of the monsters behind.

Amid the blood mist filling the sky, she forced her somewhat weakened body from depleted true essence to stand with hands behind her back, slightly panting, and said, "The number of monsters is about the same as before; you didn't want to fight yourselves, so I'll leave this wave to you."

Even though they knew the couple's usual behavior, hearing this, more than ten players were still somewhat taken aback.

Clearly it was their own insufficient mana preventing them from acting, yet they spoke so righteously, as if everyone were idiots?

However, seizing a chance to act was already hard to come by; no one wanted to give up a large amount of experience over such a minor matter. More than ten players exchanged glances and immediately readied themselves to clear the monsters before them.

But the next second, their slightly excited expressions froze on their faces; they stiffly turned their heads to look at Mo Evil behind them, whose mouth twitched slightly.

In the distance, the monsters already attracted by the Soul-Attracting Incense grew even more excited upon smelling the blood filling the sky, and they all sped up.

At the same time, their direction of advance began to shift, directly encircling them on three sides and trapping Captain Mo Evil's team in the middle.

Seeing the endless monster horde, the captain had no mind to catch his breath; he rose from the ground and shouted sternly, "What are you standing around for? Move! Otherwise we'll all die here again!"

After his words fell, the more than ten players finally snapped out of it, drawing weapons and taking defensive stances; those specialized in long-range dao arts also stepped back a few steps to begin preparing spells.

Soon, the monster horde made contact with the players at the front, and their surging momentum paused for a moment.

But then the defense line collapsed at the first touch, the monsters like a movie zombie horde, directly overwhelming these players and Captain Mo Evil.

Many ants can bite down an elephant.

Moreover, these players aren't elephants.

Except for Captain Mo Evil, who could barely hold on under the protection of his flying swords, the players all died in an instant; their corpses didn't even have time to revive and disappear before being trampled into pulp.

And Captain Mo Evil could not last long in this nearly endless monster horde.

Before his true essence had fully recovered, it was depleted again; his two flying swords shifted from sword-control mode to being held in hand, turning him from a cultivator into a martial artist, and he began to barely defend himself using his physical attributes and Body Refining skills.

However, mortal strength has its limits; under the monsters' fearless attacks, wounds gradually appeared on them, and those injuries affected their movements, creating a vicious cycle.

Just three minutes later, the two, covered head to toe in blood, were struck solidly by a Level 4 bandit's charge skill, staggering from the impact.

Although the bandit was beheaded outright, the two's defenses were wide open, unable to wave their flying swords in the slightest, and they were soon piled upon by countless monsters, buried alive.

How tragic.

Watching the two pinned at the bottom, painfully howling as the monsters tore them apart piece by piece, Chen Shicheng, hidden in a tree nearby, couldn't help but shiver.

Isn't this all your fault?

Hui Siye gave Chen Shicheng a speechless glance, looked toward the gathering place, and asked with some concern, "You've attracted so many monsters, and the guards at the gathering place are severely insufficient—what will we do if they rush in?"

Don't worry, they can't break in—I'm still here!

Chen Shicheng smirked, dispelled the Illusion Body Talisman on himself, and jumped down from the tree. The moment he landed, the Slay Immortal Grand Formation had already unfolded, enveloping the monsters that had lost their target and were about to charge toward the gathering place.

At the same time, he raised his right hand high and then brought it down hard; fifty intersecting blade energies fell from the sky without obstruction, slicing a large swath of monsters into minced meat.

The damage from this attack was in no way inferior to Mo Evil's earlier move 'Welcoming Wind Returning Willow'; instantly, a bloody red void appeared amidst the dense monster horde.

The huge commotion instantly drew all the monsters' attention; countless gazes converged on Chen Shicheng, who had suddenly appeared on one side of the battlefield.

Roar.

After a brief pause, the diverse monsters—bandits, horsemen, zombies, wild wolves, and tigers—instantly reversed direction and swarmed toward him.

Chen Shicheng calmly raised his right hand to chest level and gave a light sweep forward.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered by the Slay Immortal Grand Formation instantly transformed into countless blade energies, coalescing into an impenetrable blade wall that pushed forward.

Plop.

Uniform chopping flesh sounds rang out.

The monsters before Chen Shicheng seemed to hit a wall; their forward momentum jerked to a halt, then their bodies turned into chunks of corpses flying backward.

The scattered blood merged into a sheet, forming a crimson curtain in midair; after briefly hovering, it fell with a 'splash' to the ground, sending up blooms of blood-colored flowers.

Among the monster horde, many native monsters with spiritual intelligence, upon seeing this, had the frenzy sparked by the Soul-Attracting Incense and blood instantly cool, and they all grew fearful, wanting to retreat.

But the monsters born of the world's grudges felt no fear; each one, unafraid of death, filled the gaps left behind, carrying them forward as they continued to advance.

Seeing this, Chen Shicheng's mouth curled slightly as he kept swinging his hand down without pause at the somewhat chaotic monster horde.

The blood curtain reappeared, corpses littered the wilderness!

At Level 5, slaughtering these monsters was like mowing grass; not to mention now at Level 8, his vitality and blood had transformed into true essence, and his attack power had risen another notch.

Each slash could carve a bloody gap in the monster horde, which was then filled by the endless stream of monsters behind.

However, no matter how many they were, they could not outnumber the spiders in the Underground Palace; under Chen Shicheng's slaughter-worthy attack, they were quickly cleared out, leaving only a few scattered stragglers staggering forward amid the carpet of corpses on the ground.

Easily settled!

After handing the few remaining stray monsters to the Evil Ghost Pill to deal with, Chen Shicheng stood in place and waited a moment.

After the grudge-born monsters turned into green smoke and returned to heaven and earth, he then opened the Storage Bag containing Tai Sui, stuffed the ground's flesh and blood into it, and soon piled it up into a mountain of corpses inside.

Tai Sui's limited brain capacity could not comprehend why a 'food rain' would suddenly fall here, but compared to dry, powdered bone ash, it still preferred the melt-in-your-mouth flesh.

It froze for a moment in the bone ash, then leapt and jumped into the little hill of flesh.

(End of Chapter)