229 One hundred thousand mountains six

Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, undercurrents surged. A cataclysmic event, a powerful aura, swept through the land, destroying trees and causing rocks to crumble, accompanied by a series of thunderous booms.

The virus spread throughout the forest. Small animals scattered in all directions, hiding and fleeing, afraid of being affected.

Wei Ming and the Fifth Elder were spying from a great distance in the sky. They watched their master, Wei Ming, with his murderous aura, sharp blade, and ruthless nature. The moment he raised his blade, he could decide life or death. The two eagles watching this were trembling with fear.

Fearing their master might go berserk and the knife might fall on their heads, the two eagles unconsciously flew further away, watching from afar.

Suddenly, the wolf totem rose up, enveloping its master. Outside, a dense pack of wolves surrounded it, seemingly offering their power as a sacrifice.

Some weaker wolves sacrificed their blood essence, quickly turning into withered corpses. Even the corpses weren't spared; they were rapidly absorbed and reduced to ashes.

Within the dark sky, turbid energy and chaotic consciousness were frantically eroding all the creatures within. Yet, the person standing upright seemed completely unaffected, his totem face now even more ferocious and furious.

Anger surged through his face, and rage welled up in his heart. He roared, emitting strange sounds filled with resentment, as if questioning, "Why haven't you gone mad yet? Hurry up and go mad!"

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, a bolt of lightning ripped through the darkness, like a raging fire, lightning and flame danced together, light and heat intertwined to create a magnificent spectacle.

A towering figure followed closely behind, his blade flashing instantly, its roar like a dragon's cry, its sharpness tearing through the air. He brandished his gentleman's blade, slashing horizontally, and instantly struck!

A tremendous impact resounded from the blade, followed by the sound of tearing cloth. The enormous totem was suddenly ripped open, and lightning and flames clashed.

The wolf-faced creature roared violently, its cries piercing the soul with a sharp, agonizing howl. It opened its blood-red maw and roared furiously to the sky.

Amidst this, several voices rang out, harsh and unbearable to the ears. One harsh voice said, "Human, you have successfully offended me. I will tear your soul from your body and refine it, burning you with lamplight day and night, so that you will not find peace even in death."

Then came an even more explosive voice, 'Boy, you have offended the gods! Kneel down now and atone with your death, or I will devour your entire human race! You will be a sinner against humanity!'

A flash of light suddenly appeared, as fast as lightning, and in an instant pierced the wolf's mouth. A series of screams rang out, and he was instantly speechless.

The Gentleman's Blade closed in, taking a large step forward. Lightning and fire flickered on the blade, seemingly melting the ground and the air. The 3,000-layered cultivation technique, carrying a rolling aura of destruction, instantly pierced into the totem.

In an instant, bright blue flames roared into the air, then exploded with a deafening roar, generating a massive shockwave. The nearby wolf pack was instantly pulverized, and the intense heat ignited the trees.

The flames spread rapidly from that leaf, igniting the others. The flames leaped wildly in the confined space, turning the once withered yellow leaves a fiery red.

The space within a radius of ten zhang instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire, like an erupting volcano, where wild and unstoppable energy was fully released.

In the firelight, the outlines of the trees became more distinct, and the details that were originally hidden in the shadows were illuminated at this moment, revealing a magnificence and death that had never been seen before.

Flames burned half the sky red, as if the afterglow of the setting sun had descended in that instant. In the distance, the vast array of demonic beasts that had gathered had now split into several groups.

Among the monkeys, they have the most complete weapons. Some carry sticks, some carry knives, and most carry long forks. Some wear tattered clothes with several holes in them.

Long trousers. The cuffs dragged on the ground. Some were wearing tattered hats. These were all taken from corpses. They looked colorful and bizarre.

Both the bear and snake tribes are enormous. The snake tribe, in particular, is incredibly numerous, a vast expanse of various colors, with heads of all shapes and sizes, ranging from a few feet to several meters long.

Sharp fangs, a scarlet tongue, waiting silently.

The bear tribe was small in number at the moment. But each bear carried a thick iron bar. Some even had large iron pots covering their vulnerable areas. It looked somewhat comical.

But looking at the thick iron rod, which was a full ten feet long and as thick as a large bowl, the trees fell down with a loud crash when it was gently swung, but all the birds and beasts had already fled.

Only a few leaves were shaken down.

Suddenly, the scene before them was filled with the deafening roar of explosions that echoed across the heavens and earth. Above the totem, the wolf's face rapidly shifted, sometimes appearing young, sometimes old.

A wail echoed through the heavens and earth. The blade was swiftly withdrawn after the initial slash, but the raging flames, imbued with the power of lightning, burned fiercely and relentlessly.

Wolf Face tried to break free, but couldn't.

Looking at this man, covered in blood, he showed no sign of stopping, no sign of pity, and brandished a large knife.

He charged into the wolf pack, unleashing a single, devastating slash that swept across the sky with immense power and incredible speed. In an instant, a row of heads flew into the air, spraying blood everywhere.

The stench of blood was overwhelming. Instantly, his other wolves, as if driven mad, charged forward desperately. The Gentleman's Blade, aimed directly at him, slashed forward.

Three hungry wolves, severed at the waist, their sharp teeth and claws tearing through his clothes in an instant, before he could even rejoice.

With a backhand slash, the blade, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed to gleam with a cold light, like a star fallen to earth, its radiance lighting up everything around it and emanating a chilling aura that inspired fear.

A sharp blade, a poignant crescent moon. Because of a beautiful painting, the blade flashed, and instantly, a wolf's head shot skyward, spraying hot blood.

One slash after another. One strike after another, horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, hammer blows—at this moment, swordsmanship is no longer swordsmanship. One slash, one strike, head flies skyward, severed at the waist, split in two—a sharp blade, a cold person.

Soon, the ground was littered with corpses and limbs flying everywhere. The gleam of swords reflected the moonlight, their cold light flashing continuously, illuminating the entire forest.

A powerful force, the blade's energy whistling through the air, stirred up a tremendous aura. At this moment, blood-red liquid, like rain, flowed down from his body, slowly pooling on the ground to form small, bright red puddles. The sight was dazzling and eerie, sending chills down one's spine and making one's scalp tingle.