Chapter 508 Attacking the Red Poisonous Mountain Ridge 15

Zhong Cai looked at everyone's surviving appearance and couldn't help but twitch her lips again.

Seeing that even those cultivators who were deeply poisoned seemed to have gained some strength under the stimulation of the stench, I felt even more... it was hard to put into words.

Zhong Cai thought for a moment and instructed the several assistant alchemists who were with him to use the method they had previously devised to save the person first.

He himself took some medicine with him and prepared to go out and take a look.

They were already suffering from the smell inside the house, so how much more pitiful was his old man outside enduring it?

He needs to hurry and send some to Old Wu.

Furthermore, such a terrifying stench must be more than just a smell.

Most likely, it's because the ancient city's defenses filtered out aggressive poisons or other energies, allowing only the scent to pass through.

So, he needs to see what kind of trouble they're causing this time. If there's a major problem that requires their alchemy skills to solve, he needs to make some preparations in advance.

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Zhong Cai walked quickly outside, still pondering something.

Shouldn't we take the initiative to communicate with the ancient city and keep out this unbearable smell in the future?

However, on such a battlefield, smell is also one of the factors for discerning the outside situation... Otherwise, should we just block out the stench but not other smells? This command might be quite complex, and I wonder if the ancient city can be that intelligent?

Thinking of this, Zhong Cai actually made contact with the ancient city.

The ancient city's intentions quickly provided a response.

The odor is not aggressive and cannot be blocked by defenses.

Zhong Cai: Hiss.

It's not possible.

Gu Cheng seemed to sense Zhong Cai's frustration and quickly offered a new answer.

[If related natural treasures are incorporated, the ancient city will also possess these functions.]

Zhong Cai's eyes lit up.

What kind of rare and precious materials are needed?

The ancient city quickly compiled a list of about twenty-eight different types of resources, of which about six were relatively rare.

However, he and Lao Wu used to often draw cards and ask other cultivators to find the materials they needed. When they drew cards, a lot of resources would drop out. When other cultivators were looking for Yin-Yang and Five Elements attribute materials, they would occasionally find other ones and ask them if they wanted them.

Both he and Lao Wu felt that these materials might come in handy someday, so they simply hid them away.

Just then, Zhong Cai rummaged through the resource hall and found that he actually had every kind of resource available.

Once he goes out to investigate the problem, he can integrate the refining materials into the ancient city when he returns.

This is a small program loading process. According to Gu Cheng, it won't cause any abnormal reactions and will be completed very quickly.

Now all the patients inside are receiving medication, so they are no longer in unbearable pain.

Zhong Cai touched her chin.

Honestly, compared to my memories of my past life, this world truly lives up to its name as a fantasy world; it's just so fantastical.

For example, he couldn't figure out the principle behind the defensive shield of the ancient city, or how it changed intelligently.

But, it still belongs to... fantasy "black technology"... right?

With her mind wandering, Zhong Cai had already reached the city gate tower.

Wu Shaogan pressed his fingers against the city wall, watching the blood rain pouring down outside.

Zhong Cai immediately flashed and appeared directly next to Wu Shaogan.

Wu Shaogan sensed Zhong Cai's arrival. The familiar aura brought him some joy, and his originally expressionless face softened.

He grasped Zhong Cai's hand.

"Ah Cai, don't worry, I'm fine."

Wu Shaogan knew very well that it must be because of that stench that his wife, A Cai, was worried about him.

Moreover, Acai should have already brought a solution.

As expected, Zhong Cai immediately showered Wu Shao with a shower of medicinal liquid, instantly clearing away the surrounding stench.

Although Wu Shaogan was outdoors and indeed suffered from a more terrifying stench, he had a strong tolerance for it and did not show his displeasure at being bothered by the stench.

With the stench gone, Wu Shaogan let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Zhong Cai naturally noticed this subtle change.

Zhong Cai telepathically recounted the communication with Gu Cheng to Wu Shaogan.

Wu Shaogan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Ah Cai, you can make the decision."

Zhong Cai responded with a grin, her gaze actually fixed on the outside of the city ever since the telepathic communication began.

The blood rain was so fine and dense, like a curtain hanging down.

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This pungent stench was produced along with the arrival of the blood rain.

It was mixed with a pungent smell of blood, and the two combined made them even more indistinguishable and unpleasant.

And then came the rain of blood...

It was the method of the Poisonous Toad Ancestor.

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Just before, after Wu Shaogan and Pei Xiaoling dealt with the blood-red liquid mass and those giant toads, a pungent smell filled the air. At the same time, they could clearly see that in the Red Mist Mountain Range, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that had not been cleaned up in time were suddenly driven by an invisible and terrifying force, constantly rolling and melting.

The blood seemed to have been absorbed by the ground, or perhaps drawn away by some other energy, and suddenly cleared away.

The pile of corpses collapsed at a visible speed, quickly mixing together so that onlookers could no longer distinguish their general features.

The same applies to both the righteous path and the heretical path, whatever is piled up.

Even more terrifying is that some injured cultivators, regardless of whether they are righteous or evil, are having their bodies rapidly drained.

Many cultivators who were unable to escape the Red Mist Mountain Range were carefully hiding, but now they saw a scene that resembled hell!

Those who were injured all showed extreme terror on their faces.

They watched helplessly as their bodies changed, feeling their flesh and energy disappearing one after another. The overwhelming fear prevented them from even screaming—no, perhaps it wasn't fear that caused it, but rather that the flesh in their throats was also disappearing, so even if they wanted to scream, they couldn't make a sound.

The cultivators who were not injured were still unharmed, but they could vaguely feel that their blood circulation was not smooth.

At the same time, they saw the changes in the injured cultivators nearby, and were also very frightened.

At that moment, many cultivators frantically fled towards the outside of the mountains.

Some cultivators came in with their companions to exorcise evil.

If neither side is injured, or if both are injured, that's fine. But if some are injured and others are not... when they discover the change in their companion, they are truly horrified, filled with panic and immense worry.

However, while the situation was indeed terrifying, not all of these cultivators could immediately abandon their companions. Most of them gritted their teeth, carried their companions on their backs, and fled at full speed.

They thought that Zhong Danwang was the most powerful in their camp, and perhaps he could find a way to save their comrades?

We have to give it a try! We absolutely cannot let our companions stay here any longer.

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As the pile of corpses melted, blood rained down from the sky, and the rain grew heavier and heavier.

If the blood rain were to fall on cultivators, whether they were injured or not, it would quickly melt away—just like a candle gradually burning and the wax gradually melting and dripping.

The scene was incredibly eerie.

Many cultivators carry defensive measures, and very few actually melt into the rain of blood—those whose defenses are insufficient.

Looking down from the sky into the mountains, one can see countless tiny figures shrouded in different lights, running towards the outside of the mountains amidst the blood rain.

Such a scene, no matter when you see it, will send chills down your spine.

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The blood rain came suddenly, so powerful and so unpredictable, affecting countless cultivators...

This naturally includes Wu Dongxiao.

The unlucky protagonist will always be unlucky, and will never miss the most tragic scene in an environment.

Of course, it must conform to its level.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the area affected by this blood rain extends right below Nirvana.

In other words, even a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage would melt if they were truly touched by this blood rain.

However, the melting speed is slower than that of cultivators who are not at the same level.

Wu Dongxiao was rather unlucky; he had a small wound on his body.

He sensed the moment the pile of corpses melted, that flesh and blood were being drawn from his wounds.

Although the wound was too small and not much flesh was removed, Wu Dongxiao was extremely perceptive to such misfortunes! He immediately noticed that the invisible energy was gradually getting stronger, and as it removed more flesh, the wound on his body was also widening!

This is going to be terrible. The bigger the wound, the faster his flesh and blood will be lost, and his own luck will make him more unlucky than others!

Wu Dongxiao immediately manipulated the Black Dragon Halberd, releasing the black fire within it to envelop the surface of his wound.

Now, the terrifying energy permeating the air could no longer penetrate his wound—although some remained, the rate at which his flesh was being extracted was reduced to a negligible level.

Wu Dongxiao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Xuan Bing, who had fought alongside him and was unharmed, rushed over immediately after discovering the black flames on Wu Dongxiao's body and threw Wu Dongxiao onto his back.

Wu Dongxiao didn't struggle; he just stayed obedient.

Xuan Bing then rushed quickly towards the edge of the mountain range.

In fact, Wu Dongxiao didn't need the black fire to stop him, because he also carried an eighth-level defense.

But who can blame him for being unlucky?

Even the best level eight defense would only mean that Wu Dongxiao would have to constantly block the aftershocks of the energy attacks from the high-flying Nirvana cultivators fighting each other.

If you keep blocking, and block too much, your energy will eventually collapse, and your defenses will disappear.

About half an hour before the blood rain appeared, Wu Dongxiao's defenses dissipated. At the same time, he was facing an ambush by a group of evil cultivators, struggling to break free.

When he finally wiped out those evil cultivators, a rain of blood fell.

This has led to the current situation.

Xuan Bing runs very fast.

At this moment, he was also wearing protective gear, because he was carrying Wu Dongxiao on his back, and thus protecting Wu Dongxiao as well.

Although Wu Dongxiao felt that he was protected by the black fire, in Xuan Bing's eyes, his junior brother had "lost" a lot of weight.