Chapter 60: Fierce Battle Against the Snake Swarm

In this chaotic moment, a cold gleam tore through the gray-white mist!

Li Qingxuan moved!

His silhouette left a blurry afterimage, slicing like a phantom into the chaotic area the Black Goat had smashed open in the snake swarm!

The long knife at his waist was already drawn, its blade snow-bright, carving a chilling deadly arc in the thin light!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blade light was like a grim reaper's scythe, precise and merciless, each swing carrying the cold ruthlessness of harvesting life.

Each flash was accompanied by several ferocious snake heads flying high!

Bright red blood spurted like an uncontrolled fountain from the severed necks.

His trajectory flickered like a phantom, weaving through the chaotic snake swarm; wherever he passed, only broken snake corpses and splattered filthy blood remained.

His movements had no waste; each knife strike precisely targeted the monsters' weak spot at the seven-inch or head-neck joint, aiming for a fatal blow to conserve strength.

The strong smell of blood mingled with the snakes' unique fishy stench, permeating the cold air, almost suffocating.

However, the snakes were far too numerous! Though the Black Goat's shockwave radius was wide, the following snake swarm, like an endless tide, quickly filled the gaps left by fallen comrades.

Where Li Qingxuan's blade light reached, severed snake heads and bodies fell like raindrops, yet more fearless monsters surged forward, their cold vertical pupils locked on him, their thin tongues flickering wildly, emitting a heart‑pounding hiss.

Toward the stronghold, the shadowy thorn vines above the gate stretched outward, continually piercing the corpses on the ground.

As Li Qingxuan swung his blade to sever the head of a monster snake lunging from the side, his peripheral vision swept over the rear of the snake swarm.

In the depths of the rolling mist, the massive outline of the 'source' formed from countless writhing shadows seemed unaffected by the battle ahead, advancing slowly with a cold, indifferent pressure.

His heart jolted: could these fearless monsters be charging because they were drawn to the warmth of the Four Seasons Array Plate?

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blade light flashed like lightning; each flash sent several ferocious snake heads soaring!

Filthy blood spattered, tracing short but intense red trails in the cold air and thin light.

The broken snake bodies writhed wildly on the snowfield, their viscous fluids mixing with frozen earth and snow, staining the ground a filthy, slick mess.

Yet the severed heads and splattered filthy blood did not deter the snakes; instead, like drops of water flung into boiling oil, they completely ignited the creatures' ferocity!

The hissing shrieks merged into a piercing din; more monster snakes shot from all directions, no longer satisfied with ground assaults. Many slender, metallic‑scaled poisonous snakes leapt high off their companions' carcasses like poisoned black arrows, thrusting straight at Li Qingxuan's head, face, and throat!

The cold vertical pupils trailed thin afterimages in the mist, filled with pure destructive desire.

"Roar——!" the Black Goat bellowed a deafening roar, the mystic light on its black‑jade horns violently trembling.

Its massive body spun suddenly, its thick tail sweeping out like a siege hammer!

Boom! In the dull impact, several airborne poisonous snakes were violently flung away; their hard scales shattered inch by inch under the force, their bodies twisting and deforming mid‑air before crashing into the surging snake tide behind, causing another commotion.

Li Qingxuan's gaze showed no flicker; a shake of his wrist turned his long knife from a downward chop into an upward thrust!

The blade edge tore the air, emitting a shrill whistle, precisely meeting a triangular‑headed monster snake lunging at his ribs from a tricky angle.

Pluck! The blade sliced like lightning from the snake's mouth, running up the soft upper jaw to instantly split the whole head cleanly in two! Filthy entrails and poison glands mixed with bright red blood splattered everywhere.

His steps never ceased, as if he were dancing the Dance of Death on the blade's tip; each subtle dodge perfectly avoided the writhing corpses and venom on the ground, while his blade light swept like a silk ribbon—sometimes slicing like wind, sometimes chopping like thunder, sometimes stabbing like lightning—reaping every snake that lunged near.

On the snow‑bright blade, fresh snake blood continuously flowed and dripped, then was flung off like raindrops by the blade's swing and tremor, always retaining a bone‑chilling sharpness.

But the pressure did not ease! Behind the snake swarm, the massive, slowly writhing shadow outline grew ever clearer, like a moving mountain of flesh.

From beside its twisted body, an endless stream of monster snakes surged forth like a breached black flood, fearlessly filling the gaps ahead.

No matter how fast Li Qingxuan's blade or how strong the Black Goat's power, in this near‑endless onslaught they were like a reef in a raging tide, battered and eroded by wave after wave.

Toward the stronghold, the shadowy thorn vines continued to frenziedly extend, pierce, and suck the snake corpses on the ground; each successful puncture revealed a dark‑red energy flash on the deep‑purple vine, flowing toward the roots outside the city wall.

But this devouring speed remained a drop in the bucket compared to the onrushing snake tide.

Seeing the shadowy thorns and the snake swarm frantically devouring corpses, Li Qingxuan's heart tightened; he unconsciously sped up his actions, continually storing corpses in the Weird Encyclopedia to boost his own strength.

In the mist, thorn‑like shadows extended, their mouthparts constantly opening and closing, as if silently greedily hissing; the deep‑purple interior was filled with sticky filthy blood.

The Black Goat again stomped the earth, its sudden, wide‑ranging crushing assault brutally checking the snake swarm's offensive!

The violent hissing and scraping suddenly weakened, replaced by the dull thud of shattering bones and the sticky squelch of flesh sinking into frozen earth.

Where the mountain‑heavy black ripple rolled over, it was as if an invisible heavy plow had fiercely furrowed the ground, leaving a bloody, gory trench deeply embedded in the soil.

The leading, most violent wave of the snake tide was almost instantly flattened; the monsters it struck, upon contacting the black ripple, saw their iron‑hard scales instantly twist and shatter, like fragile eggshells crushed by immense force.

Their slender bodies could not withstand the tremendous force; vertebrae snapped, organs burst, and they were forcibly crushed into the cracked frozen earth below, turning into patches of deep‑embedded flesh‑mush.

Bright red blood mixed with shattered entrails and tissue seeped from the soil cracks, quickly freezing, staining that dreadful trench a filthy dark‑green ice.

The surging snake tide behind was like hitting an invisible wall of sighs; seeing their companions instantly turned to mud, they instinctively shrank back for a moment, their frenzied charge faltering briefly.

Countless pairs of cold vertical pupils stared fixedly at the 'forbidden zone' reeking of blood and death; their hissing tongue‑flicks carried a barely perceptible fear.

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