jdhmnovel Chapter 458
Chapter 458
On this perilous battlefield, filled with an eerie atmosphere, the old man kept his brow furrowed, his eyes gleaming as he observed the battle. His mind raced like a rapidly spinning gear, constantly pondering the reason for the monster's ever-increasing power. Suddenly, as if he had grasped a crucial clue, a bold hypothesis flashed through his mind: this monster might have absorbed the power of those lesser demonic creatures, which was why it had become so powerful and difficult to deal with.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the old man didn't hesitate for a moment. He straightened his back and shouted with all his might, "Listen up, everyone! Eliminate these little monsters first, they are the source of the monsters' power!" His voice was firm and powerful, penetrating the noise and chaos of the battlefield, and reaching everyone's ears like a booming bell.
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded, their eyes revealing unwavering determination. They acted swiftly, charging towards the small, mutated creatures without hesitation. During this process, they displayed remarkable teamwork and coordination. Some, wielding sharp weapons such as broadswords and spears, launched fierce attacks on the creatures with their superb martial arts and extraordinary strength. Each swing was accompanied by a whistling sound, the flashing blades creating a dazzling spectacle. Many of the creatures were struck, emitting sharp cries. Others utilized the herbs that Dongfang Wan'er had previously discovered, which had a repellent effect on mutated creatures. They crafted simple projectiles from the herbs or waved bundles of herbs, using their unique scent and medicinal properties to drive the small creatures away one by one.
As the smaller, corrupted creatures were gradually eliminated, the once-aggressive and invincible monster seemed to be genuinely affected, its power diminishing. Its once strong and powerful body trembled slightly, and its roars were no longer as deafening, as if it had lost some of its strength. Dongfang Wan'er keenly seized this opportunity. She stared intently at the monster, her eyes revealing calmness and decisiveness. She swiftly picked up the potent potion she had just prepared, and with a powerful swing of her arm, hurled it precisely at the monster.
The potion arced through the air, landing precisely on the monster. Instantly, it reacted with the monster's body, sizzling like hot oil dripping into water. The monster felt intense pain; it threw its head back and let out a piercing roar, filled with rage and resentment. Its body writhed violently, trying to escape the pain inflicted by the potion.
The man, sent flying by the previous clash with the monster, struggled to his feet, blood still seeping from his wounds, but he showed no sign of retreat. He gripped his longsword tightly, his eyes revealing unwavering resolve. He knew this was a crucial moment, one he had to give it his all. This time, he was even more cautious, intently observing the monster's every move. Seizing a moment when the monster's movements were slowed by the potion's effects, he took a deep breath, propelled himself forward like a cheetah, and thrust his longsword straight towards the monster's heart—his long-planned, deadly strike.
However, this monster was exceptionally powerful. Although affected by the potion, its reactions remained swift. Just as the man's longsword was about to pierce its heart, it suddenly raised its thick arm, forcefully blocking the fatal blow. A deafening clang echoed across the battlefield. Immediately afterward, the monster angrily swung its arm back, the immense force like a surging wave sweeping the man aside. The man crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Just as the monster was about to attack the man again, delivering a fatal blow, the old man, who had been closely watching the battle, suddenly noticed a wound on the monster's back that hadn't fully healed—a mark left by the previous potion. His eyes lit up, and he shouted anxiously, "Attack the wound on its back!" This shout, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, brought hope to everyone.
Dongfang Wan'er immediately understood. She knew that time was of the essence and there was no room for delay. She quickly turned around, picked up the medicine bottle and various herbs beside her, and her hands moved like nimble butterflies, rapidly concocting a concentrated potion. Her eyes were focused and determined, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but she was oblivious to it, her only thought being to concoct the potion as quickly as possible to help the man defeat the monster.
After preparing the medicine, Dongfang Wan'er didn't hesitate for a moment. Finding the right angle, she forcefully flicked her arm, precisely spraying the concentrated potion onto the monster's wound on its back. The moment the potion touched the wound, the monster cried out in pain, its entire body trembling violently. Its legs went weak, almost causing it to lose its balance, and its roars became intermittent, filled with agony.
Seizing this golden opportunity, the man gritted his teeth and charged forward. With all his might, he plunged his longsword into the monster's wound on its back. This time, the monster was powerless to resist. It let out a piercing scream that echoed through the air for a long time. Then, its body slowly collapsed, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. Seeing the monster fall, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves finally relaxing.
The man pulled his sword from the monster, his arm trembling slightly from the exertion, and his steps faltering. He walked with difficulty to the old man's side, panting, and said, "Thanks to your reminder, senior, otherwise it would have been really difficult to deal with this monster." The old man smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "Everyone cooperated well, which is why we succeeded." Dongfang Wan'er stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully examined the monster's corpse, a puzzled look on her face: "The evil power within this monster is so strong, I wonder what kind of influence it was under."
Suddenly, the monster's corpse began to smoke. At first, it was just wisps of light blue smoke, but then the smoke grew thicker and thicker, like rolling dark clouds. Seeing this, everyone retreated, watching this eerie change warily. Then, the monster's corpse rapidly dissipated, as if decomposed by an invisible force, leaving only a pool of black liquid that emitted a nauseating stench.
The old man crouched down, carefully dipped his finger in the liquid, and smelled it. His expression instantly turned extremely grave. He slowly stood up and said in a heavy tone, "This is an extremely evil source of corruption. It seems there's something even more dangerous nearby." Hearing this, everyone tensed, a sense of unease rising in their hearts. The man gripped his sword tightly, his eyes resolute, and said, "Senior, what should we do next?" The old man stood up, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance: "Follow the clues of this source of corruption. We must find the mastermind behind it and completely resolve this corruption crisis." The old man looked around and pointed in the direction the black liquid was spreading: "The source of corruption doesn't usually appear without reason. Following these traces might lead us to its origin." Without delay, everyone immediately followed the trail.