EFB Chapter 19 Danger
Chapter 19 Danger
Zhang Ping watched as several demons flanked him from both sides, getting within twenty feet of him, and felt a chill run down his spine.
That wasn't fear, but an instinctive physiological reaction.
He could feel his fingers trembling unconsciously.
If it were just one, he could hold his own for a while.
He was confident that he could outmaneuver and kill someone at the fifth or sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm.
If one's cultivation level is higher, and one still has supernatural powers as a trump card, then even with a desperate effort, there is still a chance.
But there were more than a dozen in front of me.
More than a dozen demonic beasts, all at least at the fourth or fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, were attacking from different directions at the same time, blocking all his escape routes.
Isn't this going to kill him?
What exactly is that town lord thinking?
Do you think the two of them can wipe out the demon's den?
These thoughts flashed through Zhang Ping's mind, but only for a moment, because the current situation did not allow him to think about them further.
The broadsword was drawn.
His eyes were resolute; he had no choice but to fight desperately.
Even if we can't win, we have to fight.
Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not his style.
The four smallest monsters charged ahead, moving as fast as four black arrows.
They resemble badgers magnified several times, with claws as long as blades, jagged teeth in their mouths, and saliva flicking from the corners of their mouths, leaving thin strands in the air.
The fishy smell was getting stronger and stronger.
The feeling of death has never been so clear.
He could feel his body getting hot, a sign that his blood was circulating faster.
He was ready to use his supernatural powers once the demons entered the ten-zhang range.
Even if I die, I'll take two people down with me.
But just then, a fist descended from the sky.
There were no signs whatsoever.
It appeared abruptly in front of Zhang Ping, like an invisible wall, crashing down with overwhelming force.
Thud............
The demonic beasts that rushed towards Zhang Ping instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
He wasn't knocked away or smashed; he was directly crushed into a bloody mist by that force, enveloping Zhang Ping in a dark red haze.
He could even feel the warm blood splattering on his face.
In such a crisis, it was just a casual wave of the hand in that man's hands.
He didn't even glance back at Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping's hand holding the knife stiffened slightly, and the lump in his throat instantly eased.
"call............."
But this relaxation lasted less than a breath.
boom.....................
At that very moment, a deep, muffled roar came from the depths of Black Mountain, even deeper and more muffled than the sound of the mountain exploding earlier, as if something was about to emerge from the mountain.
The entire mountain was trembling.
Zhang Ping stumbled and nearly fell, taking a few steps back before finally regaining his balance by leaning against a protruding rock.
Then he saw it.
In the depression at the mountain peak, in the area flattened by the golden fist, the ground began to crack.
The cracks spread outwards like a spider web, growing larger and deeper, with thick black gas gushing out of them and shooting straight into the sky.
Then, a huge head emerged from the crack.
Big.
It's ridiculously big.
That head alone was more than ten times the size of the largest monster Zhang Ping had ever seen.
Its head is triangular in shape and covered with fist-sized black scales, each of which gleams with a cold metallic luster.
A blue horn grows from the center of its head, with dark red patterns wrapped around it, pulsating like blood vessels.
A pair of eyes.
His amber-colored vertical pupils were as big as a washbasin, with the pupils narrowed to a thin line, as if burning with a ghostly green flame.
The black snake burst forth from the mountain.
The body rose continuously from the crack, one segment, two segments, ten segments, twenty segments... as if there were no end in sight.
Half of its body rose into the air.
Its enormous body stretched out in mid-air, its head held high, and it opened its mouth to let out a sharp hiss.
The sound didn't sound like a snake; it was more like the cry of some kind of bird of prey, but it was so sharp it almost pierced the eardrums.
Zhang Ping covered his ears, but he still couldn't take it; his head felt like it was going to explode.
Moreover, the green horns on the black snake's head gleamed eerily under the dark clouds.
There were already signs of a fork on that corner.
Zhang Ping stared at the enormous snake that blotted out the sky.
Transformation into a dragon.
The thought almost instinctively jumped into his mind.
This snake is no longer an ordinary demon beast; it is on the verge of transformation, as evidenced by the green horns on its head. If given more time and allowed to accumulate enough blood energy, it may indeed shed its snake form and transform into a dragon.
The snake's aura was so oppressive that Zhang Ping could barely breathe.
It was even more intense than the oppressive aura emanating from that burly man.
"Take care of yourself."
The man's voice came from ahead, still calm and without any fluctuation.
Then, he moved.
He was launched like a cannonball, and the recoil blasted a crater several feet deep into the rock beneath his feet.
In an instant, he appeared directly in front of the black snake's head.
With a single punch, the sound wave exploded through the air.
The black snake was incredibly fast; it suddenly tilted its head to the side while its tail swept across from the side.
The man's fist grazed the snake's scales, the force of the punch sending sparks flying across them.
At the same time, the snake's tail swept to his side. The man neither dodged nor avoided it. He grabbed with his left hand, his five fingers digging directly into the gaps in the snake's tail scales. He was thrown away, but he adjusted his posture in mid-air, kicked off the snake's body with both feet, and bounced back with the force, punching the snake's belly again.
A man and a snake began to fight in the air.
Each collision produced a dull, deafening roar, and shockwaves spread outwards from them in all directions, forming visible white ripples.
The air currents, like ocean waves, pushed in layer upon layer. Standing on the mountainside, Zhang Ping felt as if an invisible giant hand was repeatedly shoving him, his face stinging from the air currents.
The battle above is at a stalemate.
The man's fist landed on the black snake, shattering its scales and splattering blood and flesh. But the black snake's counterattack was equally fierce; its tail was like a steel whip, each strike accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, creating a crack several meters long as it struck the mountainside.
Zhang Ping watched the battle and swallowed hard.
How could he possibly participate in a battle of this level?
Forget about participating, we can't even get close to them.
If he had been standing any closer, those blast waves would probably have been torn apart.
It was at this moment that he felt the ground tremble slightly.
It didn't come from above, but from the side.
Zhang Ping caught a glimpse of a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye.
A wild boar charged from the other side of the hillside.
Calling it a wild boar is merely a matter of physical resemblance. This monster was twice the size of a normal wild boar, and its shoulder height was greater than its head.
Its entire body was covered in gray-black mane, each bristle standing upright like steel needles. Its fangs curved upwards, over a foot long, with gleaming tips, like two scimitars, aimed straight at him.
Zhang Ping roughly estimated that the wild boar's aura was around the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm, not much higher than his own, so they were evenly matched.
But the problem now is that the battle above is at a stalemate, and that man obviously doesn't have time to deal with him.
Zhang Ping took a deep breath.
With no way out, we have no choice but to take a gamble.
Now that we're in the heart of a demon's lair, how can we possibly remain unscathed?
The wild boar had charged to within five zhang of him, head down, tusks pointing forward, as if it wanted to pierce him through.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping seized the opportunity and dodged to the side.
He narrowly escaped the wild boar's tusks, which grazed his clothes and immediately cut a gash, also scraping his chest.
However, in the instant he dodged, he also gripped the knife with both hands and swung it down.
The blade of the broadsword struck the wild boar squarely in the side ribs.
clang…………
The sensation of the blade cutting into flesh was felt, but it wasn't the sharp, cutting feeling; instead, it felt rough and sluggish.
The blade pierced only a few inches into the wild boar's body before being trapped by its taut muscles and thick layer of fat.
Zhang Ping pulled hard, the blade vibrated, and he couldn't pull it out immediately.
The wild boar, in pain, let out a sharp squeal and twisted its body violently.
That force was astonishing.
Zhang Ping felt as if he had been lifted up by a bull's horn, his whole body flying out, tumbling twice in the air, before crashing heavily to the ground.
bang
He landed on his back, slamming into the rubble, and a sharp pain shot through him, spreading to his limbs.
It rolled twice before stopping, and at the same time, a bloody taste spread in its mouth.
"Grass…"