Meow~woo!
Suddenly, the twin-tailed cat beside him hissed, drawing his attention.
He saw the twin-tailed cat's fur standing on end, its two tails raised high, flames flickering in its mouth, staring at the small pool that had just appeared. It looked as if it had encountered a mortal enemy.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ling immediately realized something. He probed the pool with his divine sense and discovered a streak of bloody light rapidly approaching from the space below.
It was extremely fast. Just as his divine sense caught the bloody light, he saw the water in the pool explode, and the bloody light shot out.
A figure flickered within the bloody light. Before he could make out the figure, the bloody light flashed, and a blood-red claw reached towards him.
Zhang Ling was shocked. He had been on guard since he detected the bloody light. The two flying swords beside him flashed out, intersecting to block the blood claw.
But then the bloody light flickered strangely a few times, closing the distance and shooting out several blood-red tentacles that struck him directly.
With a loud bang, Zhang Ling felt as if he had been hit by some force, and his body flew backward.
He quickly gathered all his spiritual power and stabilized himself before stopping. But he had been knocked back more than ten zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length).
What shocked him even more was that this attack shattered the two layers of protective shields he had just formed. Even his own spiritual power shield flickered dimly, showing the power of the attack.
He quickly activated the spell in his hand, and the spiritual power shield solidified again. At the same time, with a flick of his hand, a large mass of Celestial Star Sand (天星沙: Tian Xing Sha, Celestial Star Sand) was released, forming a layer of protection around him.
Then he heard a series of explosions. It was the twin-tailed cat launching an attack while the bloody light was attacking him.
But the bloody light moved like the wind, dodging most of the twin-tailed cat's attacks with its rapid movements.
The twin-tailed cat was also enraged at this moment. Its body grew to the size of a tiger, and its two tails danced rapidly, shooting out fireballs the size of heads.
For a time, countless fireballs exploded, and violent fire spiritual power filled the surroundings. But these attacks didn't seem to be very effective, not causing much obstruction to the bloody light.
The bloody light also did not attack the twin-tailed cat, but continued to approach Zhang Ling, as if he was the primary target.
Zhang Ling also took this opportunity to see the figure in the bloody light clearly. It was the strange middle-aged male cultivator, but his appearance had changed drastically.
His body was covered with a thick layer of bloody baleful aura, and his figure had grown by more than half, reaching a height of about ten chi (丈许: zhang xu, about ten chi), but his body seemed to be without skin, a bloody mess, making his figure look very slender.
Even more bizarre was that his hands and feet seemed to have become beast-like, turning into claws similar to those of a demon beast, and his back was bulging high, growing a huge, constantly wriggling fleshy tumor. Bloody light flashed, and the tumor actually had bizarre eyeballs growing on it.
Between his chest and abdomen, a vertical wound had opened, with no blood flowing out, but it had grown sharp teeth similar to bone spurs, as if a demon beast's large mouth was growing between his chest and abdomen.
From this large mouth, five or six blood-red tentacles protruded, waving rapidly, creating cracking sounds as they tore through the air.
Seeing this person's bizarre appearance, Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
He had seen many demon beasts, but this was the first time he had seen such a bizarre monster. This person looked like a monster pieced together from several demon beasts.
Could this be the creature that the Blood Worm Gu Formation (血蟲蠱陣: Xue Chong Gu Zhen, Blood Worm Gu Formation) had ultimately become? It was said that this type of Witch Clan Gu Formation was originally used for refining Gu.
The thought suddenly popped into Zhang Ling's mind.
Aww… Aww...
The male cultivator, transformed into a monster, did not give him time to breathe, approaching constantly like a terrifying ferocious beast.
The bloody baleful aura on his body was thick, mixed with some special spiritual power. If judging the level of danger by spiritual power, this person was now at least equivalent to a top-tier Golden Core cultivator.
Facing this monster, Zhang Ling felt a strong sense of oppression.
At this moment, he dared not relax in the slightest, keeping all his divine sense focused on the monster. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he threw out forty or fifty Exploding Flame Fruits (爆炎果: Bao Yan Guo, Exploding Flame Fruits), forcing the monster back a distance in the rumbling firelight.
Through the observation just now, he also roughly judged that this monster was good at close combat, much like facing a high-level desolate beast. Its eyes were blood-red, seemingly without any intelligence. Seeing it able to dodge attacks, it probably also had a survival instinct.
Naturally, he couldn't let this monster get close.
But the bloody light on this monster had extremely strong defense. Although it was blasted back a distance by the firelight, it immediately flashed and rushed over again, closing to within two or three zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length) of him in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Ling snorted coldly, and the two flying swords rotated, shooting out streaks of azure sword light. At the same time, the gray light flashed from a spirit beast bag on his waist, and a black shadow exuding Yin baleful aura (阴煞之气: Yin Sha Zhi Qi, Yin baleful aura) landed beside him with a muffled thud. The black shadow was his Corpse Bear (尸熊: Shi Xiong, Corpse Bear)煞妖分身: Sha Yao Fen Shen, baleful demon clone.
As soon as the Corpse Bear appeared, it immediately stomped on the ground, turning into a streak of black light and rushing straight towards the monster in front of it.
It was seen that the many sword lights that attacked the monster first were all scattered by its claws, failing to stop the monster from approaching.
But as soon as the Corpse Bear came forward, it became entangled with the monster, the two fighting in close quarters. For a time, the bloody baleful aura and the Yin baleful aura constantly clashed, and the gray-white claw芒: mang, rays and blood-red claw芒: mang, rays intertwined, and there were even bursts of air-piercing sounds.
Neither of the two beings were ordinary creatures. The Corpse Bear was a zombie body, much more powerful than ordinary high-level demon beasts.
The male cultivator in the bloody light was even more not an ordinary human cultivator.
For a time, the two monsters fought inextricably.
Zhang Ling was not idle either, releasing numerous sword lights and sand spheres to assist, while at the same time, the spiritual light flashed in his sleeves, and he fully activated the ancient treasure hidden inside.
But at the same time, his face darkened a little. As he urged the ancient treasure, the spiritual power in his body was rapidly being consumed. This was not a good sign.
Whether a cultivator uses any means, their own spiritual power is key.
He gritted his teeth, thinking that he would have to use the Millennium Spiritual Milk (千年灵乳: Qian Nian Ling Ru, Millennium Spiritual Milk) again. But he did not hesitate to flip his hand, and a small white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He tilted his head, opened the porcelain bottle, and poured a drop of milky white spiritual liquid into his mouth.
The spiritual liquid melted upon entering his mouth, and he immediately felt a pure spiritual power flowing into his limbs. The spiritual power fluctuations on his body also became a bit more solid.
This small porcelain bottle contained the Millennium Spiritual Milk, which could quickly restore the spiritual power consumption of high-level cultivators.
This item was obtained from the Spirit Eye Spring (灵眼之泉: Ling Yan Zhi Quan, Spirit Eye Spring) after he was captured by the white bone skeleton when he entered and exited the desolate region before. There was only a little more than half a bottle in total, and Ding Ruozhao分走: fenzou, took away half of it. There were only a dozen drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk inside.
Over the years, he had only used a few drops when refining his natal magic treasure, and now there were still seven or eight drops left inside. If it were not for a life-or-death crisis, he would never use this treasure at the bottom of the box.
