Chapter 210: Hunter

Wei Yuan appeared underground in the Nether Cold Realm once again. There was no abnormality around; it seemed the Shaman woman no longer suspected this place. Wei Yuan remained cautious and careful, digging and filling as he went, erasing the traces of his arrival.

When he climbed out of the ground, Wei Yuan inevitably looked a bit dusty.

After returning to the Nether Cold Realm, those Nether flies in Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation didn't show any signs of coming back to life; it seemed they were truly dead.

There were too many Nether flies in the Ten Thousand Miles of Heshan, and they flew too scattered and too far; Wei Yuan was too lazy to pick them up one by one, so he let them be. In the Ten Thousand Miles of Heshan, the power of eternal silence on their bodies would dissipate bit by bit, transform, and finally become a part of the Dao Foundation.

Wei Yuan's goal for entering the Nether Cold Realm this time was clear: to explore and see if he could catch a few Shaman tribe members. Now Wei Yuan had discovered that Shaman tribe members acting alone in the Nether Cold Realm had formidable combat power, but those acting in groups had their combat power discounted.

The Nether Cold Realm was still the same as before; the sky could not be seen to the end, and light from unknown sources outside the sky slightly illuminated this world. Many objects in the world could also emit light, providing additional light sources.

The previous exploration proved that the Dao technique of hiding shadows had great flaws and could not truly completely isolate one's aura; Wei Yuan had almost been killed by the Shaman woman because of this. So this time, Wei Yuan changed his thinking: the aura only needed to be restrained to a certain extent; he didn't insist on complete restraint, so as not to affect his movement speed.

Before setting off, Wei Yuan predicted the weather as usual: light breeze, no rain, no flies.

Hmm? Had this spell evolved?

Wei Yuan ignored these details for the time being and ran toward the direction of Shuli's kingdom. According to that unreliable map from Dream-Eater, if Wei Yuan flew at full speed, it would take at least a month to reach it. In terms of territorial scale, the Nether Cold Realm and the original realm did not seem to correspond.

On a hillside, four Shaman warriors were fighting a strange exotic beast.

That exotic beast was exceptionally tall, like a small mountain when standing upright, a full ten zhang. It was pitch black all over, but there were mottled patches on its body, many parts were translucent, and it was constantly shedding wisps of black energy.

The four Shaman warriors had a clear division of labor. One, the most tall and sturdy, with a lower body like a horse and four thick legs, held a huge shield almost as tall as himself and stood at the very front.

Every time the exotic beast slapped down a claw, he would hold the shield and resist hard. Every slap was earth-shattering, and the Shaman warrior holding the shield would always be slapped back several zhang. But the huge counter-shock force also made the exotic beast's claw bounce up, unable to continue the pursuit. At this time, a Shaman warrior holding a sword and shield would step up, maneuvering with the giant beast, waiting for the giant-shield companion in the rear to return to his position.

In the distance, a Shaman woman with a slender figure held a gorgeous longbow, and the long arrows she shot all carried faint blue fire; when they landed on the giant beast, they would burn constantly, burning that part of the body until it became translucent.

The last one was a short Shaman tribe member, wrapped in a black robe, extending small and pale fingers to point at the giant beast from afar. Every time he pointed, a bit of blood light would flash at his fingertip, and the giant beast would immediately roar in pain. The giant beast pushed away the shield Shaman blocking the road several times, wanting to rush toward this last Shaman tribe member, but was blocked just right by the giant-shield Shaman every time.

This was a small team with skilled coordination, and they were familiar with the giant beast's habits, fighting calmly and weakening the giant beast's life bit by bit.

There were already multiple translucent wounds on the giant beast's body, black energy gushing out like a fountain, and it had already begun to become weak, its roars gradually losing their ferocity and becoming timid.

However, the Shaman tribe small team did not relax and was still fighting with full concentration. At this time, the giant beast suddenly stood upright and sprayed a black sphere from its mouth, shooting straight at the Shaman warrior casting the spell!

The black sphere had terrifying destructive energy, but the Shaman tribe had long been guarding against this move. The Shaman woman holding the bow shot three arrows in succession, all hitting the black sphere; although she couldn't destroy it, each arrow took away a portion of its energy. And the short Shaman warrior flickered several drops of blood in succession, wrapping a layer of blood light around the black sphere. The black light and blood color annihilated each other, and finally, the black sphere disappeared halfway.

The giant beast finally began to fear and wanted to run away, but the giant-shield Shaman blocked its escape route, refusing to retreat even if the giant beast slapped it crazily, and in the blink of an eye, it suffered not-so-light injuries.

The remaining three Shaman tribe members attacked with all their might, and in a moment, they beat the giant beast until it was on its last breath.

Just at this moment, a black shadow suddenly approached silently and landed on the giant-shield Shaman's back. The giant-shield Shaman suddenly became stiff all over, his movements becoming extremely slow. And the giant beast, struggling on its deathbed, slapped down with all its might at this time, actually knocking his giant shield flying!

The Shaman warrior's arms were deformed, his chest sunken, and he was instantly beaten to the point of being on the verge of death. The sudden change appeared, and the other three Shaman warriors were almost stunned. Fortunately, the shield-sword Shaman reacted extremely quickly, blocking the giant beast in time and not letting it slap another claw.

However, a scene that horrified them appeared: the black shadow that had ambushed the giant-shield Shaman finally revealed its true form, and it was actually a Nether fly!

The Shaman woman holding the bow cried out, "Not good, the things are all on Shi Qiang, we don't have enough components on us!"

"Maybe it's just a lost one, let's see first, Shi Qiang can't leave now!" the shield-sword Shaman said; he clearly didn't want to abandon the giant-shield Shaman.

The Shaman woman holding the bow suddenly screamed, losing her voice, "Nether flies are coming, over there, there are many!"

The shield-sword Shaman looked in the direction she pointed and saw over a hundred Nether flies rising from behind a hill, flying toward this side!

They had already experienced the Fly Heaven more than once and knew that this was just a small team scouting the way, and the sky-covering Nether flies would appear immediately. The speed of the Nether flies was extremely fast; even a Shaman tribe member who excelled in speed might not be able to escape the fly swarm with all their might, and they didn't have enough components on them; by the time they really saw the fly swarm, it would be too late.

Besides, the giant beast was not dead yet and would never watch them build a protective shelter.

Weighing the pros and cons, the shield-sword Shaman yelled in pain and rammed open the giant beast's front claws. And at this time, the Shaman woman holding the bow had already begun to run far away; he didn't dare to linger and also fled toward the distance.

The short Shaman tribe member was not panicked, looked at the giant-shield Shaman again, and seeing him bitten by the giant beast, only then sighed, turned around, and flew away.

But he didn't fly far before a hand suddenly stretched out from underground and grabbed his foot!

The short Shaman warrior let out a thin, sharp scream, and his body suddenly exploded into a large mass of black mist, instead rushing into the ground headfirst!

Wei Yuan, who was underground, only felt a slip in his hand; the foot he had grabbed had already been pulled out, leaving only a small boot in his hand. At this moment, the entire underground was filled with black mist; this black mist had a great obstruction to perception, and Wei Yuan's divine sense could almost not extend three feet.

Wei Yuan's Dao power was also surging out, using Dao techniques to turn all the mud and stones in the surrounding underground into a state of thick quicksand; with the help of the earth-escape Dao technique, Wei Yuan could move freely underground.

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But now this short Shaman tribe member not only didn't run away but instead spread black mist, preparing to hunt Wei Yuan in turn?

Wei Yuan suddenly reached into the black mist and grabbed the Shaman warrior, just not knowing what part he had grabbed.

In the darkness, the Shaman warrior was like a big fish, struggling and flicking with force to break free from Wei Yuan's hand, leaving only a black robe in Wei Yuan's hand.

Wei Yuan stood still, but suddenly felt pain in his back; something sharp had already pierced in!

Wei Yuan ignored the wound on his back and grabbed backhand, grabbing the Shaman warrior's body with his five fingers again. This time, the touch of his five fingers was slippery and greasy; he didn't know what part he had grabbed. But it was extremely elastic, possessing both strength and toughness, and it slipped out of Wei Yuan's hand with a flick. This time, no clothing was left in Wei Yuan's hand.

This guy dared to stay behind to hunt Wei Yuan; he really had some skills.

Wei Yuan waited quietly for the next round of attacks, but this time it was a sharp pain in his heel!

This attack was unexpected, instantly causing all the counterattack methods Wei Yuan had envisioned to fail. He instinctively turned around and stepped down, only to feel sharp pain in the sole of his foot; this step had landed on a pre-set blade.

At this moment, the black mist around him became even thicker, Wei Yuan's perception was pitch black, and then sharp pains came one after another on his body, all the wounds below the knees. This short Shaman tribe member clearly knew the weaknesses of the human structure very well, and he was not greedy for merit, cutting only a small opening each time, releasing a little Dao power from Wei Yuan's Primordial Spirit, preparing to accumulate bit by bit and finally drag Wei Yuan down.

Moreover, these cutting wounds gradually had a trend of moving upward; Wei Yuan felt the chilling cold between his legs several times, clearly because his opponent had locked onto this place using some unknown method, forcing Wei Yuan to have to start moving.

While the two sides were maneuvering in the darkness, Wei Yuan suddenly instinctively protected his vital parts with his hands, only to have a sticky mass stick to his hand, burning with pain. This was not a real object, but a mass of curse energy thrown over. From the feeling on his hand, Wei Yuan instantly judged the nature of the curse: Eternal Withering!

Wei Yuan was immediately truly angry!

A small two-pronged fork appeared in his hand. He flicked it lightly with his finger, and a faint, ethereal sound spread far away, and then his figure flickered, he reached out and grabbed, and he had already grabbed that Shaman tribe member in the darkness!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 211 =====