226 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Three
These Hundred Thousand Mountains are rich in resources, including rare and precious natural treasures, as well as various spiritual fruits and ginseng.
But there are even more monsters inside. Not to mention the small animals that reproduce easily, like birds and rats. There are also their own race.
If there were enough food, the survival rate of the newborns would probably increase significantly, and this 100,000-mountain area might become their home.
However, besides them, there are other races here: monkeys, snakes, bears, and a small number of tigers. They are exceptionally ferocious, and their settlements are relatively far from theirs.
They only come out during hunting seasons. Otherwise, they are rarely seen.
Legend has it that long ago, these races fought fiercely for control of the 100,000 Mountains, their blood flowing like rivers. The flowers, grass, and trees were all stained red.
The tribes were nearly wiped out. At that moment, the world suddenly shifted. Even more powerful demonic beasts emerged, instantly blotting out the sun. The sky darkened.
A rule was established: every few years, whoever could capture the most humans would receive a larger share of the territory.
Some rules have gradually evolved in this way, but whether this claim is true or false is now impossible to know. However, these demonic beasts all follow these rules.
As for what to do with the humans after they were captured, the great demon didn't say explicitly. However, humans are always a land of outstanding people and abundant resources. Their blood and energy are naturally a very good tonic for these demonic beasts.
So this monster devoured all the humans it had captured. And with the help of the Yellow Immortal, all sorts of ways to eat them came up with. These monsters took pride in discovering even more ways to eat them.
He Chen strolled over, the ground littered with corpses, the air thick with the stench of blood that lingered for a long time. No one knew how many skeletons were buried in this land.
The corpses had turned into skeletons, lying haphazardly, their faces unrecognizable. They could only be identified by their shapes; some were tall, some thin, and some very small. They were mostly incomplete, sending chills down one's spine.
Several hungry wolves were gnawing on the bones on the ground, the bloodstains of which had not yet completely disappeared. Upon seeing the horrifying scene before them, they were filled with immense anger.
Since ancient times, people have seen Jiang's remains; to witness such a scene is incredibly heartbreaking, filling my chest with rage. It burns fiercely, as if it's about to explode. It's uncontrollable.
At this very moment, all those famous sayings of kindness and Buddhist teachings are meaningless; at this very moment, it is as if a volcano is about to erupt.
Several hungry wolves, who were gnawing on their prey, suddenly stopped. Their eyes gleamed green as they stared at the food that had been delivered to their doorstep, their mouths watering—and not just in the last few days. Elsewhere, from the bushes, sparse sounds drifted through the air.
The wolves, with remarkable coordination, surrounded them from all directions. Their green eyes gleamed dangerously in the darkness, revealing gleaming white teeth.
As the sun set, its last rays pierced through the dense forest, streaming through the leaves. Human figures and wolves lurked in the shadows, a palpable sense of impending doom.
At this moment, amidst the pack of wolves, a solitary figure stood out clearly in the light and shadow. He held a sharp blade, surrounded by hungry wolves that were steadily approaching.
Suddenly, they swarmed in from all directions, their gaping maws revealing cold, sharp teeth that gleamed. One stood frozen, knife in hand, waiting for the pack to arrive.
With a flash of light, he spun around once, and instantly a jet of blood spurted from his neck. A ring of wolf heads shot into the air, spraying blood all over his clothes and the surrounding wolves, who were covered in blood.
At this moment, he was like a mountain, standing firm no matter the wind or rain, his eyes filled with murderous intent, coldly and mercilessly watching the pack of wolves. Today, there was only slaughter, and there was no end to it.
His internal energy was sealed, so he didn't know what other dangers lurked within the mountains. These wolves could be easily killed with a knife. He couldn't afford to waste them!
The pungent, bloody stench did not frighten the wolves; instead, it fueled their ferocity, causing them to growl softly. They showed no fear, charging forward with even greater ferocity.
He gripped the knife tightly, his mind was incredibly calm, and a murderous intent permeated the air, as if the surrounding scenery and sounds were being swallowed up by this ruthless killing intent.
All that remained was the cold, hard, sharp, and real feel of the knife in his hand, and the murderous intent in his heart, as cold as steel. The blade pointed forward, like the cold eye of a snake, locking onto its target, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
The blade fell, slicing through the air with a deafening whistling sound. At the same time, the calmness and killing intent in his heart reached their peak. His eyes were icy cold—'Kill!'
In the blink of an eye, he charged straight into the wolf pack, swung his gentleman's knife, and slashed horizontally. With a flash of light, four wolf heads flew into the air, spraying blood everywhere!
Then, with unparalleled speed and force, a slash was unleashed, slamming a ten-foot-long wolf that had leaped up and launched a surprise attack directly into the ground, creating a large crater shaped like a wolf.
With a single step, his broadsword swept across the sky, slashing down at the pack of wolves. In one strike, three wolf heads shot skyward.
Without using any internal energy, relying solely on pure strength and physical power, he swung his sword, the blade flashing and whistling past his ears. Facing the wolf head-on, he disregarded everything, raising his sword and slashing, instantly cleaving himself in two.
There were too many wolves; their clothes were soaked through. Completely red. Bright red. As if they'd been immersed in red water.
There were too many wolves, and the killing was exhilarating. Occasionally, the wolves would tear at our clothes, leaving them in tatters everywhere, as if they had been gnawed by teeth.
On the ground, severed limbs and blood flowed everywhere, slowly seeping into the ground. Some of the blood was absorbed by the Immortal Grass, while some seeped into the ground very far away, as if absorbed by some kind of being.
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