C38 It Was a Huge Pit
C38 It Was a Huge Pit
Other than the smell of blood, there was no other smell in the air.
He found a relatively intact wooden house and lit a bonfire. He looked at the dancing flames in a daze. He was still too weak. If he was strong enough to cover an area of ten thousand miles with Divine Senses, he would definitely find some clues. These villages had been destroyed for a period of time, and it was very likely that it was related to the burning of the trees and flowers. Could it be the doing of some kind of fire attribute demon beast?
With doubts, Feng Yimo fell asleep with a heavy heart.
The next morning, he was woken up by a special sound. In the distance, it was as if ten thousand horses were galloping, but also as if a hundred beasts were running. He immediately jumped onto a withered tree and looked far into the distance. A few miles away, thick smoke was rolling and dust was flying. Hundreds of wolves, lions, tigers, and leopards were galloping towards the northeast, which made Feng Yimo's eyes almost pop out of his sockets. Every beast had a corpse in their mouth. It was the corpse of a villager!
Feng Yimo now understood that the people who had turned into a deserted village were actually this group of beasts. He couldn't help but raise his head and roar. He took out the refined Wu Hook and jumped down from the tree, rushing towards the group of beasts.
Although he did not know why these beasts wanted to take the corpses of the villagers, he knew that there would not be a good end. The dead were the greatest. He could not just watch the corpses of the humans being ruined after they died.
The spiritual energy in his body quickly poured out. The Wu Hook drew out a green light and flew thirty meters away, bringing the head of a lion into the air. After turning a circle, he killed another wolf when he turned around. Even if Feng Yimo's spiritual energy was absorbed by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm, he was still a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refinement. How could a mere wild beast fight against him? There was no one left alive under the middle grade spiritual tool, the Wu Hook!
After not a single drop of spiritual energy was left in his body, the three hundred and twenty-eight wild beasts were all killed by Feng Yimo. During the process of killing, the wild beasts didn't resist at all. It was as if they didn't feel anything and didn't know fear. They turned into marionettes and were controlled by someone.
Feng Yimo gathered the three hundred and twenty-eight corpses together and used the Wu Hook to create a large hole to bury them. He immediately took out a Spirit Replenishing Pill and swallowed it. He ran while recovering his spiritual energy. If he didn't have any spiritual energy, he would be no different from a mortal. If he encountered wild beasts, he could only run.
As expected, after chasing for more than ten miles, he found another 200 wild beasts. They also had more than 200 villagers' corpses in their mouths. Feng Yimo killed the wild beasts in anger. The Azure Back Tiger was dark green in color. It was 20 feet tall and 30 feet long. It was extremely ferocious. Its entire body was as hard as iron. Only the half foot wide white fur on its neck was very eye-catching. That was where its weakness lay.
Feng Yimo did not panic in the face of danger. He pointed with his finger. The Wu Hook turned around with a swoosh and headed straight for the Azure Back Tiger's head. That guy had a mind of his own. He suddenly swung his huge right front claw. With a bang, the Wu Hook was sent flying, and it continued to grab at Feng Yimo. Feng Yimo's heart sank when he saw this. The reason why demonic beasts were much stronger than wild beasts was because they had intelligence. He knew that he had to use his advantage to fight against humans. Seeing the Wu Hook fly away, he hurriedly took out another low grade spirit artifact and threw it at the Azure Back Tiger. At the same time, he retreated explosively. The Divine Sense activated the low grade spirit artifact. "Explode!"
With a loud bang, the low grade spirit artifact self-destructed. The Azure Tiger that was situated at the center of the explosion immediately screamed and was blown away. Under the influence of Feng Yimo's Divine Sense, the flying Wu Hook had already landed on the heavily injured Azure Tiger's head. With a swoosh, its head was chopped off, and its blood spurted out ten feet away.
Feng Yimo withdrew the medicinal Wu Hook and continued to chase after the other wild beasts until there was not a single beast left. After burying the corpses of the villagers, he continued to move forward.
Just a dozen breaths of battle had caused the spirit energy that he had accumulated with great difficulty to dissipate. He could not help but bitterly smile. When would that little fellow wake up? At this rate, with his current strength, he would at most be able to deal with a high-grade First Grade demonic beast. If there was another one, he would have to flee and not dare to face it.
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This was the third wave of wild beasts that Feng Yimo had killed, and he didn't know where so many wild beasts had come from. Nearly 1,000 wild beasts represented the lives of 1,000 villagers, and this caused him to fly into a rage. Now it seemed that someone had controlled the wild beasts and had them kill the villagers and take away their corpses. What exactly were they trying to do?
At ten in the afternoon, Feng Yimo was walking quickly when suddenly, a huge pit appeared in front of him in the Divine Sense. It had a diameter of three hundred meters and a depth of about three hundred meters. The pit was filled with corpses of innocent villagers. Now, it seemed that at least ten thousand villagers had been killed.
On a huge rock on the other side of the pit, a middle-aged cultivator wearing a fiery red robe was standing. He was staring at the ground and did not notice Feng Yimo's arrival.
Feng Yimo gnashed his teeth in hatred. It was this man who had harmed so many villagers. What was he trying to do?
The middle-aged cultivator looked at the rock for a while and muttered to himself, "There are only 1,500 more people left. Why aren't they back yet?" He seemed to have just realized that the hunting team he sent out had not returned yet. He took out a flute from his pocket and blew it, urging the group of wild beasts to return as soon as possible.
Feng Yimo only heard a piercing sound of the flute. His mind went blank for a moment, and his soul actually felt like it had left his body. He hurriedly held onto the Primordial Spirit and silently circulated the Yin-yang Spell. Only then did he feel much better. His heart was filled with shock. What flute was this? Could it be that this person could control wild beasts and demon beasts with this flute?
Although he was very far away, he felt a sense of danger from the middle-aged cultivator. This person was much stronger than him. Even if he wanted to avenge the villagers, it was not now. Therefore, he quietly retreated and used the Wind Shifting Technique to quickly leave the scene.
The middle-aged cultivator noticed Feng Yimo and sneered, "A mere Third Level Qi Refinement cultivator dares to come over. Flame Ape, go and catch him and throw him into the pit!"
A huge ape that was three and a half meters tall beside him let out a long roar and jumped in the direction that Feng Yimo left.
When the Flame Ape chased thirty meters behind Feng Yimo, Feng Yimo had already left the pit twenty miles away. He was running in the direction where he felt the temperature was getting higher and higher. According to his estimation, there should be a heat source there.
The Flame Ape was a giant ape with long red fur all over its body. Its two arms were over its knees, and its fangs were more than half a foot long. Its movements were extremely fast. If Feng Yimo had not used the Wind Shifting Technique, he would have been caught long ago. It was a First Grade high level demon beast. They were both First Grade demon beasts, but Feng Yimo could feel that it was much stronger than the Azure Back Tiger.
The Flame Ape took a few more steps forward and closed the distance to seventy feet. Suddenly, it opened its mouth, and a basin-sized fireball shot out from its mouth, heading straight for Feng Yimo's back.