'Warriors modified from ferocious beasts? '
Fang Xingjian observed for a moment and thought to himself, 'To think that the Mages' black magic can reach such a level? This is unbelievable. Even a level 25 Conferred Knight wouldn't be able to go through such a level of physical modification, let alone a target other than himself. 'Their abilities seem to be very interesting as well. Terrene Shrine? This is getting more and more interesting. '
Not paying too much attention to the gorilla's corpse, Fang Xingjian sensed that the tremors were gradually calming down. He increased his speed slightly and continued to head deeper into the tunnel.
Although he had only increased his speed slightly, Fang Xingjian's current speed was still very astonishing to others. Usually, with just six streams of light sweeping past, the monsters on his way would be instantly dismembered by the Zenith Light Sword Formation.
After advancing for two to three kilometers, a Dog-Headed Man suddenly leaped out. He had a height of over three meters and eight arms grew out of his back. His palms were pitch-black, as if countless metals had been mixed into them.
Each of his hands was holding onto an Empire's Divine Weapon, each of them exuding their own unmoving waves.
Drops of venom dripped down from the corner of his mouth. When they landed on the ground, they let out sizzling sounds and corroded a large area of the ground.
With a furious bellow, the entire tunnel seemed to tremble. The eight weapons each drew out graceful trajectories, piercing toward Fang Xingjian with eight different powers.
Powerful martial will gushed forth, as if he could sense a pack of wolves tearing at him. At the same time, it also contained the message from the Dog-Headed Man.
"Lad, I, Brother Dao, am protecting this place. No one can even think about..."
A soft swoosh rang out, and a hissing sound rippled in the air. It sounded like the wind blowing past leaves.
Fang Xingjian had already crossed a distance of 100 meters. The Dog-Headed Man was separated from his body and fell to the ground. Fresh blood spurted out incessantly from his wounds, and the eight Empire's Divine Weapons in his hands were all shattered.
After crossing a few hundred meters, Fang Xingjian's body froze for a moment. He then realized that he was surrounded by white spider silk, which was hard to see with the naked eye.
A spider with a human head laughed out loud as it descended. "My spider silk is 50 times tougher than steel bars. Even a Conferred Knight wouldn't be able to break through after being trapped by so much spider silk."
With a swoosh, ten streams of Ether Sword Ripples burst out in all directions with Fang Xingjian as the center. The white spider silk turned into fragments, and the sword ripples left behind ten deep marks on the ground and walls.
The human-headed spider cried out in alarm and was about to retreat when he realized that his head had been chopped off by a sword and was falling toward the ground.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. The sound of blades cutting through the air rang out incessantly. Fang Xingjian advanced quickly all the way. On the way, be it bears, gorillas, elephants, or other monsters modified from ferocious beasts, none of them could withstand a single strike from Fang Xingjian.
However, more and more Monster Warriors swarmed towards Fang Xingjian's position. They could not kill enough of them, and they actually slowed down Fang Xingjian's speed.
…
Elsewhere, in the underground hall of flesh and blood.
The three Gray Knights had returned, and before them were three Conferred Knights — Plaits, Smiling Face, and Old Man.
Plaits and Old Man had each been dealt with by a monster. The level 26 Smiling Face had initially had the upper hand, but after the other two monsters rushed over to join forces, he was defeated and captured.
Other than their heads, the other parts of the three Conferred Knights' bodies were all covered by a layer of gray flesh. They knelt down respectfully before the throne, but their faces were filled with fury and savagery.
Smiling Face no longer had a smile on his face. When a person discovered that his body was no longer under his control, he would naturally not be able to smile anymore.
He threw a glance at the traitor who was left with only his head. The traitor was completely dead.
He then turned to look at the bishop on the throne and said, "What on earth did you do? From what I know, the Terrene Shrine shouldn't have such an ability. "
"Of course not in the past, because this is my latest creation." The archbishop stroked the antennae on his chin and said calmly, "But do you think that I'll explain it to you? "Haha, does God need to explain his intentions to ants?"
Plaits bellowed furiously, "The Empire won't let you off! Even if we die, other Conferred Knights will come. Level 27, level 28, or even level 29 Conferred Knights! I'll be waiting for you in hell! "
Right now, her body, which had been slashed open, had already recovered to normal. However, even the regenerative abilities of a level 25 Conferred Knight were unable to stop the monsters from corroding her body.
The bishop on the throne only shook his head. "Ignorance is really scary. By the time they arrive, it'll be too late. By then, they'll only become my material." With that, he looked at level 26 Smiling Face, the Knight with the highest level amongst the attackers today.
'Excellent, a level 26 Conferred Knight. What a rare material. With this, my black magic research will be able to progress further.
'Those fools from the Mage Association have given up on their pursuit of the truth for the sake of so-called ethics and morals.
'However, they don't know that in this world, only the truth is eternal and absolute. The so-called ethics and morals, society, and countries are all just illusions created by humans. How can these be mentioned in the same breath as the eternal world and the universe's truth? '
The bishop walked down slowly from the throne and put out his gray palm. His fingers, palm, and arms were all covered with tiny tentacles that kept on trembling as if they were laughing.
Seeing the other party's palm coming toward him, Smiling Face's eyes suddenly lit up. Piercing light kept on extending out from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Violent martial will swept out, dashing into everyone's minds in that instant. "Do you really think that you can win?"
When Smiling Face was facing the three monsters — Lion Head, Boar Bear, and Snake Head — he knew that it would be very difficult for him to win just by relying on his physical body. However, in order not to waste his energy, he had intentionally allowed himself to be captured and come to the lowest level. He had been holding back all this while, all for the sake of this unexpected attack.
The reason why he had this confidence was because of the Killing technique he had cultivated — Spirit and Body Separation. It was a terrifying Killing technique that could allow one's consciousness to separate from the physical body and exist independently.
To Smiling Face, physical battles had never been his forte. His true battle style was to fight through the flow of his consciousness through his will.
In that instant, streams of milky white light darted out from Smiling Face's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, turning into a human-shaped light shadow in midair. Martial will that was so powerful that it seemed to have turned into a material substance swept out in all directions with him as the center.
"I'll be accepting the results of your research."
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