Chapter 204: Slaughter

"Woo... wail..." Inside the tomb, Shawang Suxi was advancing rapidly with Lansangkun when suddenly, the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling increased several times over, as if they had entered the netherworld, surrounded by fierce ghosts seeking their lives.

Lansangkun, this Muay Thai expert, was the first to be struck; his eyes grew hazy, and then he looked at Shawang Suxi as if looking at an irreconcilable enemy, leaping up and slamming his elbows fiercely toward Shawang Suxi's head.

"You beast!" Shawang Suxi shouted loudly, like a thunderclap, and a special emerald-green energy diffused into the air, causing it to vibrate, in an attempt to call Lansangkun back to his senses.

However, at the same time Shawang Suxi shouted, the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling in the Ancient Tomb also synchronized and intensified, triggering air vibrations as well; the two sound waves annihilated each other, making it impossible for Shawang Suxi to wake Lansangkun.

"Someone is presiding over the Array." Shawang Suxi was greatly shocked; when he was young, he had once crossed paths with Immortal Cultivators from Shenzhou and knew that the Dao of Arrays was vast and profound—an array with someone presiding over it and one without were two completely different concepts.

"Go to hell!" Shawang Suxi dared not hesitate; with a thought, a Flying Head Sorcery, flapping its large ears, was placed in front of Shawang Suxi as fast as lightning, and then it became like plasticine, stretching and widening to block Lansangkun's elbow strike.

"Puff! Puff!" Lansangkun's powerful elbow strike hit the body of the Flying Head Sorcery, emitting a dull sound and creating two indentations in the Flying Head Sorcery's body.

"Eeya..." The Flying Head Sorcery seemed very angry; its body expanded and stretched violently, its facial features twisted and deformed, rapidly changing from a three-dimensional human head into a giant human skin that wrapped around Lansangkun.

Lansangkun was wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis; he struggled desperately inside, causing the human skin to shift constantly, but the human skin, thin as a cicada's wing, was incomparably tough, and no matter how he struggled, he simply could not break through the restraint of the human skin.

Before Shawang Suxi could heave a sigh of relief, a series of squeaking and chirping sounds suddenly rang out from the black mist, and a group of bats the size of watermelons with blood-red eyes and sharp fangs and claws flew out.

"Block them!" At Shawang Suxi's command, another Flying Head Sorcery also turned into a giant human skin, sealing off the direction from which the bats were flying.

The bats' claws and teeth were extremely sharp, and as they tore at the human skin, they quickly bit out holes that dripped blood.

The Flying Head Sorcery wailed in pain, and Shawang Suxi knew that this Flying Head Sorcery could not hold out for long at all.

"Lansangkun, I can only sacrifice you." Shawang Suxi looked at the still-struggling Lansangkun, reached into the Soul-Nurturing Jar, took out a ghostly blue Ghost Fire, and stuffed it into Lansangkun's mouth.

That Ghost Fire, which was originally only the size of a fist, acted like a living creature and burrowed down Lansangkun's throat.

Then, Lansangkun's hair ignited with ghostly blue flames, and every pore on his entire body began releasing ghostly blue flames, turning the man into a bizarre fire-human.

"Go!" Shawang Suxi pointed with his right hand, the Flying Head Sorcery cleared a path, and then Lansangkun charged toward the bat army with raging flames.

"Boom!" Lansangkun exploded violently, and hundreds of ghostly blue flames spread out; the flames bloomed like fireworks in full flower—the scene was quite beautiful, but for the bat army, it was a catastrophe.

The bat army was completely engulfed by the flames; some bats rolled on the ground, desperate to extinguish the fire, but unfortunately, it was useless—these ghostly blue flames were like maggots on rotting bones; once they stuck to you, they could not be extinguished.

The ghostly blue flames burned extremely fast, and within a few breaths, more than a hundred watermelon-sized bats were burned to ashes.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning corpses, making one want to retch.

Meng Yifan saw the process of Shawang Suxi's battle through the Array Disk, and his heart was secretly shocked.

He had not expected the techniques of a Descending Head Master to be so bizarre; even if Meng Yifan were to face those suddenly blooming ghostly blue flames, he would find it very troublesome.

The ghostly blue flames slowly extinguished, and Shawang Suxi continued forward with the two Flying Head Sorceries.

On the other two sides, Abe Seimei and Carlisle also encountered obstacles.

Carlisle walked along the dim ancient tomb path with Guishou; the surroundings were shrouded in black mist, the light was faint, and it was gloomy, making it impossible to see things in the distance at all.

A large pile of Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes lay quietly on the walls on both sides of the passage, the same color as the Blue Stone walls; if one did not get close, it was impossible to discover their existence.

When Carlisle and Guishou approached that wall, with a buzz, like a helicopter suddenly taking off, the dense swarm of Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes spread their wings and pounced toward Carlisle and Guishou.

Guishou was caught off guard and was bitten directly by over a hundred Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes; each Blood-Sucking Mosquito was the size of a thumb, and the mouthparts in their mouths were a full inch long, flashing with a metallic cold light.

"Ah! Ah!" Guishou let out a miserable, inhuman scream; he felt as if he had been pricked by needles, and immediately after, the bitten areas swelled into large bumps at a speed visible to the naked eye, feeling as if they were being burned by fire—a stinging, burning pain.

Not only that, these Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes also carried potent poison; the powerful toxins spread rapidly along the wounds, and in the blink of an eye, Guishou's entire body swelled up a size, and his skin color turned a cyan-purple, looking horrific.

"So itchy!" Guishou felt both pain and itchiness all over his body—a heart-piercing pain, followed by an unbearable itch; Guishou truly could not hold back, using his fingers to scratch his body, quickly tearing his skin apart, then tearing off muscle tissue, and finally, he forcibly scratched himself until he was a bloody mess, revealing white bones.

Guishou died; he scratched himself to death, dying in a horrific state.

The Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes attacked too suddenly, and Carlisle was also unprepared, being bitten by five or six of them, but his speed was very fast, and his body flickered as he dodged the bites of the other Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes.

A small bump also swelled up on the spot where Carlisle had been bitten, and a potent toxin was spreading rapidly.

Carlisle snorted coldly, a red light flashed on his body, and the Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes' toxin was expelled from his body.

"Eh!" Carlisle discovered with surprise that the six Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes that had sucked his blood had undergone a bizarre change; their bodies had expanded to the size of walnuts, and the mouthparts in their mouths were a full three inches long; these six mosquitoes were even faster, actually able to keep up with Carlisle's supersonic speed.

"Buzz! Buzz!" The dense swarm of Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes chased Carlisle to bite him; the other mosquitoes were one thing, but those six mutated mosquitoes were too fast, and Carlisle simply could not shake them off.

However, those six Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes also could not catch up to Carlisle; the two sides chased each other, and finally, those six Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes grew anxious; their bodies trembled, and the six three-inch mouthparts shot out violently, flying toward Carlisle as fast as lightning.

Carlisle was dumbfounded; these Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes were too perverted, actually able to spit out flying needles.

The speed of the flying needles was too fast, and even with Carlisle's speed, he could not dodge them; these flying needles had not only grown larger, but they also appeared cyan-purple, clearly containing even more potent toxins; even if Carlisle were hit, it would not be pleasant.

"Rip!" Carlisle's clothes suddenly tore open, a pair of pitch-black wings emerged from his back, his fingernails grew long, like ten sharp little Daggers, and curved fangs grew in his mouth.

"Whoosh!" Carlisle flapped his wings, his body instantly retreated, leaving an afterimage in place; after a moment, the afterimage slowly dissipated.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Carlisle's body flickered constantly, and nine Carlisles appeared in the tomb; every Carlisle was vivid and lifelike, and the Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes were confused, not knowing which Carlisle was real and which was fake.

"Go to hell!" The nine Carlisles attacked simultaneously, their sharp fingernails flying up and down, and soon, all the Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes were split in two and fell down.

"Damn! So fierce!" Meng Yifan watched this scene through the Array, and his heart was very shocked; after Carlisle transformed, his speed soared again, reaching at least 500 meters per second—such speed completely crushed Meng Yifan's speed.

Finally, nine Carlisles appeared, and even Meng Yifan could not distinguish which was real and which was fake; this was too terrifying—when experts fight, life and death are decided in a split second; if Meng Yifan judged incorrectly, he could very likely be killed by Carlisle directly.

"These guys are all monsters; they are not easy to deal with," Meng Yifan muttered.