682 The Strange Reappearance

The road ahead is unclear; perhaps we should gather some intelligence first before proceeding.

Looking around, his divine sense gradually spread out, but it seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle when it extended ten miles.

It seemed to be the vanished support, beyond the reach of divine sense.

He Chen was startled, wondering to himself, 'What exactly is this thing? Why is it blocking my divine sense from probing?'

The laws are in chaos!

When the laws are in chaos, it means there is a conflict between the two, a clash between two forces.

He chuckled softly, thinking to himself, 'Sure enough, this place still holds many unknown secrets. At least, it's fairly certain that this area restricts divine sense.'

Just then, he seemed to sense a call from afar, a voice ethereal and mysterious, as if luring him over.

In that instant, he seemed to hear faint whispers of immortality, longevity, and the legendary elixirs and miraculous medicines.

He Chen simply smiled slightly, turned around, and left without looking back.

He chuckled softly, "The sandstorms here can't penetrate even a fraction of the Ten Thousand Mountains; the boundary is clear. At least this place can withstand them, and is even in a superior position."

He took a deep breath, savoring the scent in the air. 'Moreover, the smell here is somewhat similar to that of demons. It seems this area truly hides some unknown secret.'

He walked back step by step, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, muttering to himself, 'Should I also take the initiative?'

This inevitably brings to mind matters of evil god worship, ghosts, demons, and immortality.

Those who seek immortality and worship gods may be the very objects of temptation in this region. But unfortunately, they may never see through the truth behind it all.

Or perhaps even if they knew, they wouldn't care.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, blotting out the sun and darkness, plunging the surroundings into darkness, as if it were night.

A chilling aura, carrying a hint of bone-deep cold, swept in. The wind blew slightly, and a dark figure burst out from the yellow sand, heading straight for He Chen.

He Chen remained motionless, and the Divine Bell Shield operated on its own.

Slowly turning around, I saw that the person who rushed out was like a shadow, tall and with a ferocious face. Although the features I could see were very unclear, there should also be a person in front of him.

It was grotesque and terrifying, emitting hoarse, indistinct sounds, as if saying, 'Flesh and blood, mine, immortal! Immortal!'

The voice was filled with greed and evil.

He Chen's eyes turned cold, and he let the dark figure rush over.

He Chen did not dodge, but quickly reached out his large hand and tried to grab the dark figure by the neck.

But the shadowy figure seemed to be invisible air, and He Chen's large hand grasped nothing.

The inner voice thought, 'It's not a physical entity; how strange. It truly is something eerie.'

Upon seeing this, the shadowy figure seemed to gain some awareness, its lips curling upwards, uttering a hoarse and terrifying voice, both joyful and mocking, as if it were about to split open.

He Chen smiled slightly.

He let the shadowy figure strike him with its claw, and heard the Divine Bell Shield make a faint sound, like a pebble the size of a grain of rice being thrown into a lake.

It was barely noticeable amidst the sound of fine sand pattering like raindrops.

The shadowy figure had a terrifying, ferocious face and scarlet eyes, the redness of which was clearly visible and seemed quite confident and pleased with its attack.

He let out another hoarse, indistinct voice, as if mocking He Chen's overestimation of his abilities.

A slight smile appeared on He Chen's lips. He reached out and the Thunderfire Heart Technique came to him. Instantly, a wisp of lightning and scorching flame power condensed in his hand.

The power of thunder and fire was unleashed with overwhelming force, a nemesis to all evil spirits.

Lightning flashed, bright as silver, and the power of flames ignited the void. The two had just been born from the void and had not yet gotten close when the dark figure was filled with fear.

Seemingly sensing the power of the lightning and fire in He Chen's hand, it tried to dodge, but He Chen's movements were faster than its own.

In an instant, He Chen grabbed the shadowy figure by the neck and held him firmly in his hand.

Thunder, flames, scorching, and lightning strikes penetrated some invisible medium, accompanied by endless, piercing screams of terror as the dark figure tried to break free from He Chen's grasp.

He Chen exerted a little force, and the power of thunder and fire raged even more within the shadowy body, causing the shadowy body's painful screams to become increasingly shrill.

It began to struggle frantically, changing shape and stretching, trying to pass through He Chen's hand.

But none of the methods were working at this moment.

Under the power of thunder and fire, the dark figure gradually weakened. Its body began to dissipate, eventually turning into a wisp of black smoke and vanishing into the air.

[Kill Points increased by 50]

Looking at the killing spot in front of him, He Chen thought to himself, 'A weirdo around the first level, not very strong.'

However, even without the suppression of spiritual energy, killing it with just blood energy would require a slow and gradual depletion. It's quite troublesome.

He Chen did not underestimate the situation in the slightest. If the battlefield were here, without the support of spiritual energy, it would likely be difficult to deal with in the long run.

Although these strange creatures are not individually strong, their large numbers make them formidable. They retain a trace of their former consciousness and are likely exceptionally cunning.

If they were to gather together, even if it took too long and there were too many of them, he would still find it a bit troublesome.

Moreover, these creatures seem to be protected by some unknown force, which isolates the spiritual energy of this place, allowing them to roam and kill at will, with the help of wind and sand.

Watching the sandstorm disappear before his eyes, he thought to himself, 'This strange shadow probably already has its own emotions and intelligence, and it is not afraid of ordinary attacks.'

It is probably still too weak, fearing the power of sunlight, fire, and thunder.

If they were even stronger, they would be difficult to deal with.

The thought in my heart stirred my emotions slightly.

He took out a drop of dragon blood essence from his spatial ring and slowly condensed it. Instantly, the dragon blood essence, like sweet pollen, attracted the strange creatures from all directions.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and yellow sand billowed. It swept in, obscuring the sky and plunging the moon into darkness. An eerie aura, like a thick fog, permeated the surroundings, accompanied by gusts of cold wind and incessant howling.

It was as if the dead had returned, unwilling to die, and wishing to live for thousands of years.

He Chen waved his hand again, taking out two more portions of the essence of the demon dragon's blood. The surroundings were as dark as ink, but the essence of the demon dragon's blood shone brightly red, like a sun shining brilliantly in the night.

It slowly rotated three feet above He Chen's palm, radiating an incredibly alluring power—the essence of the demonic dragon's blood, containing immense power.

With a gentle toss, it hovered three feet in the air, standing a foot away from He Chen, as if it were an unclaimed possession, available only to the first to arrive.

The wind howled even more violently at this moment, so terrifying that it seemed even the Ten Thousand Mountains would have to retreat.

In the air, the boundless black shadows within a thousand miles seemed to be drawn to the essence of the demonic dragon.