Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“These interracial… people of Mingyue are too scary.” Bei Huangmi almost let the cat out of the bag, but he managed to alter his words in time.
Just outside the forest, two Saint-tier familiars could be seen fighting in a particular remote town.
This is indeed like a joke, and it’s such a big one.
“The guys from Murong are just hard to deal with.” Robust’s face was serious. He crawled on the roof of the four-wheeled bronze carriage, protecting it under his soft belly.
The shadow of the sun was cut into a fragmented net by countless vines.
“You people are freaking disgusting!!!” Robust roared. The violent shock wave turned into real substance, sweeping in all directions, with him as the center point.
The vines trembled in the shock wave, and a rich black glow condensed in his mouth.
“Spatial Crush!” The black light shot out, tearing the net apart. It continuously pierced through the outer wall of the wooden ball-like net, rushing into the sky and flying out over hundreds of miles before gradually disappearing into the air. The wooden net had a huge gap cut in it.
The Blue-White Giant Tiger felt a little tired as well after releasing this trick. Gasping for breath, it lowered its head, picking up the four-wheeled bronze carriage and rushing straight toward the exit! The Gigantic Rhinoceros whined in terror, begging the Blue-White Giant Tiger to bring it along, but it was ignored.
Along with the damage, the net began to absorb every living thing that could be absorbed around it, regardless of whether it was a plant or an animal.
Dressed in a black robe, Dumby revealed its smooth, clean, and crystal-clear ankle bones. Stepping on the gravel ground and carefully avoiding the wild grass, it came before Gao Peng and bowed down. “Master, this is a part of the Language Memory that I absorbed from two fresh souls.”
“Pass it to me.” Gao Peng stretched out his right hand.
Through the grip of bone and flesh, pieces of well-processed memory fragments were like a bowl of cooked porridge that was sticky until it turned into a pulp. Every word, term, language, and culture was absorbed by Gao Peng at a slow and steady speed. Gao Peng couldn’t help closing his eyes. Dumby took a step forward, silently waiting beside its master. The wind blew and the cloak drifted.
Meanwhile, the ground shook, a few vines penetrated through the earth, and the swaying vines smelled the air. The smell of human beings fascinated them, hence, they tried to fly toward Gao Peng and other monster trainers accompanying him.
Dumby bowed its head, casually raised its right foot and stepped down gently. The vines snapped and were squashed into a paste that resembled minced meat.
“Ouch.” The single-horned Giant Rhinoceros wailed, falling to the ground in one movement; its legs were entangled with a large number of vines. As the blood rapidly flowed out from its body, it transformed into a monster with dry gray skin in the blink of an eye.
From the inner walls of the wooden net emerged the face of a gloomy old woman staring deadly at the Blue-White Giant Tiger, which was thinking about how to escape the net. “You can never escape,” the old woman said.
It gave a flick of its paw downward—there was still a colony of ants that hadn’t been sucked dry. A large number of vines grew out from the torn net, growing wildly and binding together. The Blue-White Giant Tiger shook its body, about to vanish on the spot.
The Space Field collided with the Wooden World Field, and the two distinct forces seemed like two wild beasts crashing together. The void vibrated, shaking violently.
Damn it, the field is restricted! There’s no way to escape. Robust felt uneasy in his heart, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety.
He wasn’t concerned with himself, but he was worried that the little princess wouldn’t be able to bear the aftermath. If he hadn’t had to protect the princess and save his spare power, he could definitely kill this guy.
A puff of Air of Death emerged from the bottom of the crash.
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“You deserve death for disturbing Master over and over again!” A raging and hoarse voice spread out through the atmosphere.
“It’s… It’s them!” Robust was shocked deep in his heart. At first, he had thought that those pedestrians were the killers from Murong. Later, he didn’t pay much attention to them, thinking that these people had been killed in the aftermath. Saint-tier!
The old woman shook her body. “You’ve had the Saint-tiers lurking and only sent them out now, not caring about the lives of many people. Your scheming is too deep,” the old woman said with bitter resentment.
She wasn’t invincible, as she only relied on this big statue to act immorally as a way to protect others. Now that two Saint-tier familiars had appeared, the old woman couldn’t help thinking about her retreat.
The miserable dead souls were screaming, and the people being wronged were chanting. This place was about fear, this place was about death, this was… the world of dead souls.
Ahh! Ahh— With a rumble, the sky darkened. The Air of Death swept in all directions and covered the world. The windstorm blew until the forest bowed down, and it also blasted until the edge of the sky closed its eyes.
“Such a terrifying Air of Death!” the old woman shrieked.
Unlike the ancient tribes, the resources of the ancient tribes were relatively fewer compared to Jiutian Shidi, so it was more difficult for them to advance to the Saint and Quasi God tiers there. Therefore, the grades of their monster trainers were usually of exceptional quality, since they couldn’t rely on objects. Basically, Epic grade was the lowest level that could advance to the Saint and Quasi God tiers. Moreover, Jiutian Shidi was rich in resources, thus the requirements to make a breakthrough to the Saint and Quasi God tiers were much lower.
The old woman’s familiar, the Sudo Tree, was just a Saint-tier familiar at the Perfect grade.
Robust showed a hint of astonishment in his eyes. He could feel that its existence hadn’t surpassed the level of Quasi God, or he could have killed it with just one hit. But he felt that both the old woman and his fields were enveloped by a larger Death-type field.
This field was more advanced than theirs, but not as advanced in terms of the law. Spatial Law was regarded as a high-level law. However, his understanding of the Spatial Law was too shallow to be considered significant.
When a high-level field encountered a low-level field, it would form a crushing type of power! Thick fog was everywhere, and the gray mist was cold and damp.
“You little thing, where are you going?” Dumby’s unhurried voice spread out from the gray mist.
The old woman flew for a long time, but still couldn’t fly out of the field’s range, and eventually, she found herself circling where she had started. Knowing that she was no match for the other party, she decisively kneeled on the ground. “Forgive me, Your Excellency! I am willing to serve you, only to ask for you to spare my invaluable life.”
The Sudo Tree also hit its head hard on the ground, kneeling in position.
Dumby walked out from the gray mist slowly, the dense Flame of the Undead looking as though it could penetrate hearts. “Why are you so weak…? You’re weak like an Overlord-tier,” Dumby sighed quietly.
This was indeed the second weakest Saint-tier it had ever encountered, but of course, the weakest was still the Willow Demon.
“You’re right, Your Excellency. I shouldn’t be so weak.” The Sudo Tree suddenly shuddered, with red light coming out of its eyes.
Upon seeing its master begging in humiliation to another familiar, the Sudo Tree allowed its strong self-esteem to take over its body. It raised its head suddenly, staring at Dumby with blood-red eyes. The trunk cracked open a dark mouth, like the giant mouth of a devil roaring in rage. “Master, you don’t have to be like this. I’ll protect you even if it means I die!”
Two huge tree fists were held high, frightening energy gathered in them. Puff. A snow-white bone finger pierced through the space between its eyebrows. The energy the Sudo Tree had halfway gathered drained, and it fell to the ground with a thud.
The old woman in a short black coat was detached from her body, and her life energy was sucked dry by the gray mist before she could even say a word.
“This was too easy,” Dumby said slowly. Turning around, it walked toward the depths of the gray mist.
From behind, the Sudo Tree’s spirit stood up silently from its body.