"Suck! Suck! Suck! "
While Xiong Pingsan was fighting, Du Feng was crazily absorbing the energy of the broken fingers. The number of broken fingers he threw out kept increasing. Now that he had mastered the method, he directly shattered them into light mist with his combat skills before they fell to the ground.
It was time to go to the third floor. After all the broken fingers were used up, Du Feng's Cultivation had reached the middle stage of the eighth stage of the Grand Power Realm. However, it took him a lot of time this time. It took him several hours just to divide and absorb the broken fingers.
Du Feng meditated for a while and adjusted his state to the best. He spread out his Divine Sense to explore and confirmed that there was no trace of Xiong Pingsan on this floor. Then, he drew out the Silver Dragon Sword and stabbed it hard into the ground.
"Puff!"
The sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh was heard. Du Feng's sword seemed to have stabbed into the body of an ancient giant beast. The ground was not hard, but it had a certain degree of toughness. His Divine Sense had explored the second floor of the devil's den, but he couldn't find the entrance to the third floor, so he decided to stab it.
As Du Feng had imagined, the place where the broken fingers liked to gather the most was the entrance to the third floor of the devil's den. The sword seemed to have stabbed into a super thick piece of flesh. The hilt of the sword had sunk into the flesh, but it still hadn't pierced through.
The flesh was really thick. Was there really a giant beast on the third floor of the devil's den? Du Feng thought about it and felt that it was unlikely. If there really was a giant beast that occupied the entire floor of the devil's den, then he wouldn't be able to fight it.
"Yin-Yang Spiral Cut!"
He jumped up and used a combat skill. The Silver Dragon Sword in his hand spun and drilled into the ground like a drill. After a while, a hole more than ten meters deep was drilled into the ground.
"Wow, there's no drill. Are you kidding me?" Du Feng looked down and found that the big hole was more than ten meters deep, and there was some strange red soil in it. As soon as he stopped, the red soil began to gather together. The ground here actually had the ability to heal itself.
Even with such a ferocious battle technique, he only managed to dig a depth of ten meters. In just a few breaths of time, most of the ground had been restored. If this situation continued, Du Feng would have to continuously use his combat skills. The total thickness of the ground was still unknown. As long as the attack stopped, it would recover again.
It was no wonder that the Devil Cave Mystic Realm gave him a year's time. Du Feng finally understood. It was just tormenting him.
"God of all beasts, listen to my summons. No one in the world dares to disobey. Beast Fusion!"
"Magical Energy Transfer!"
"Rock Armor!"
After issuing a few commands, Du Feng adjusted himself to his strongest state. Cultivation was at the sixth level of the Origin Realm. The qi in his dantian was so concentrated that it was about to solidify. His entire body was covered in rock armor that was filled with sharp spikes.
Next, Du Feng did something very crazy. He no longer used the Silver Dragon Family, nor did he use any battle skills. Instead, his entire body spun like a top. The spikes on his rock armor opened up a path, and his body turned into a super large electric drill.
"Creak Creak Creak …"
This move was much more ferocious than using battle skills. Battle skills required the support of qi and had to be rested after every attack. Even a freak like Du Feng would have to take a break after using three combat skills at most. But it was different to spin his body. As long as he had stamina, he wouldn't be able to spin continuously. Using the sharp spikes on the rock armor to break through the red soil didn't consume much stamina.
Du Feng continued to spin and drill downwards. The deeper he went, the greater the resistance. Even some of the spikes on the rock armor had been smoothed out. Fortunately, his spikes could be condensed again. Otherwise, he would have to give up halfway through his journey.
After more than two hours, Du Feng didn't know how deep he had drilled, but he still hadn't reached the third level of the Devil Cave. He even suspected if he was mistaken. The terrain here was too special. He couldn't use his Earth Escape technique and had to continue drilling.
Right now, Du Feng was stuck between the second and third level of the Devil Cave. He could continue drilling until he reached the third level of the Devil Cave. Or he could drill back, which would also take a lot of time. Because the place that he drilled previously had automatically closed, he couldn't fly out directly.
'Go on, I don't believe that this Devil Cave is endless.' Du Feng made up his mind and continued to drill down without a care for his life. After more than two hours, he suddenly felt an emptiness in front of him. With a plop, he fell onto something.
"Oh my god!"
He glanced over and almost vomited. Fortunately, he had encountered a zombie with a broken finger before, so he was mentally prepared. The place where Du Feng fell was a thick branch. This black tree was very tall. Just a single branch could extend for a few miles.
All the branches that extended out had sharp, blade-like thorns growing out of them. There was a person pierced through each spike. The spikes pierced through the back of the head and then came out from the mouth. These people were bleeding non-stop, but they didn't die.
Du Feng knew that the third level of hell was called the Iron Tree Hell. It seemed that the third level of the Devil Cave was the same. He jumped down from the iron tree, wanting to stay away from the pile of bleeding things. What was the meaning of this level of the Devil Cave? Everyone was hung on the tree and couldn't move. How could they attack him? Were they going to deal with this iron tree?
This iron tree was really strange. If Du Feng was right, it should be nourished by human blood. Those who had been pierced didn't bleed fast, and the wound wouldn't expand. Not only could he maintain the bleeding, but he wouldn't die.
The half-dead who were hung up were no different from living zombies. Their heads were pierced through, and they didn't have self-consciousness anymore. They were completely controlled by the iron tree. But their bodies were different from zombies. They were authentic human bodies with flesh and blood, and their limbs and torsos were very complete. Du Feng estimated that the Cultivation of these half-dead should be between the seventh and ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm. They hadn't reached the Returning Essence Realm yet.
Half-dead below the Returning Essence Realm were nothing to be afraid of. What was scary was that there were too many of them. There were at least hundreds or even thousands of half-dead strung on a random tree branch. If all the half-dead on the Iron Blood Tree rushed over, Du Feng would be overwhelmed by their numbers.
They wouldn't really come down from the tree, would they? As soon as Du Feng thought of this, he saw one of the branches move. The branch, which was originally as straight as an iron rod, suddenly became soft. Like a whip, the half-dead strung on it were all flung off.
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