"You've encountered the Human Race Cultivators from Yun Ding City."

"Their Seventh-Grade Lifebound Sword pierced through your chest, inflicting 300 points of normal piercing damage, 500 points of Sword Qi tearing damage, and 30 points of bleeding damage per second."

"Due to your Basic Defense, you've exempted 132 points of normal piercing damage."

"Due to the excess of Ice Spiritual Qi around you, you've passively exempted 50 points of Sword Qi tearing damage, and your bleeding damage has temporarily ceased."

"Ultimately, you've endured 618 points of damage."

"Your Level 10 Healing Talent is rapidly activating. Given your current Vitality concentration, you can continuously activate up to ten times. Due to your Level 2 Heart of the Earth Talent, each burst of Rapid Self-Healing restores 200 points of HP every 7.5 seconds."

"You've been injured by a Sword Talisman, suffering 200 points of damage, and ultimately with 43 points of Basic Defense, you've endured 68 points of damage."

"You've been cut by Sword Qi, suffering 300 points of damage... you've ultimately endured 168 points of damage."

"You've been cut by Sword Qi..."

"You've been cut by Sword Qi..."

"You've activated Level 2 Heart of the Earth, consuming 200 points of Spiritual Qi, instantly restoring 200 points of Life Value! Based on your current Vitality concentration, you can use it three times in succession at most."

"You've absorbed 400 points of Ice Spiritual Qi, quickly converting 396 points of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi."

"You've activated Level 2 Heart of the Earth..."

"You've activated Level 2 Heart of the Earth..."

"Your Level 10 Self-Healing has continuously activated six times..."

——

The entire underground space quieted down, and the destructive effects brought by almost twenty Talismans finally ended.

Wang Wu lay there like a piece of black charcoal.

Is he dead, or alive?

About thirty meters away, a thirty-something Human Race Cultivator stood pale-faced with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. Farther away stood his young, inexperienced fellow disciple.

It's still the two of them.

Old acquaintances indeed.

"Senior Brother?"

The younger disciple called out timidly from afar, but the Human Race Cultivator did not respond, his eyes full of anger and sorrow as he stared at his half-broken sword.

That was his Lifebound Sword! After years of refining it, after so many storms together, after saving him from life-threatening situations countless times, it was on the verge of becoming a magical flying sword capable of freely adjusting size, only to be broken by this fiendish beast now.

His heart was bleeding.

It truly bled.

Where did this beast come from, so cunning! It actually knew how to destroy his sword in such a manner.

But even if he kills that beast, what good would it do?

Pain and sorrow!

But just at that moment, his pupils constricted sharply.

Because that fiend moved, then slowly got up from the ground. It should have been an Eighth-Grade Black Bear Little Demon.

Really, just Eighth-Grade.

Isn't it funny? The Human Race classifies Demon Spirit Monsters into nine grades, and they themselves have the Heaven, Earth, and Human Realms with nine small realms, so correspondingly, this is but a Human Realm Eighth-Grade Cultivator.

But now, it can push him as a Sixth-Grade Earth Realm Cultivator to such a state.

The crucial part is, it can still be alive!

How dare you not die!

Raging anger surged within him, but when he saw the eyes of the Black Bear Little Demon, he didn't know why, but he had an illusion as if beneath that shell, what's hidden is a human.

Because its gaze was too calm, not the calm before a storm, nor the sunny calm, but the calm where everything was in control.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rally his Lifebound Sword, but all that came was heartache.

Another mouthful of blood was spat out. The Lifebound Sword was connected to his Spirit Root and meridians, honoring and damaging together. Though it wasn't life and death with the sword, his injuries were still not light.

This Little Demon, there's something off about it!

"Senior Brother! I'm coming to help you!"

At this moment, the young boy in the distance finally gathered the courage, yelled, and clumsily drew his sword, throwing it into the sky. Quickly forming hand symbols with his hands, chanting in his mouth, the sword flashed with a faint glimmer and wobbled in mid-air for a few seconds before stabilizing.

Then, the boy shouted out,

"Onward!"

The sword instantly dashed toward Wang Wu like a thunderbolt.

But Wang Wu didn't even flinch, allowing the sword to sweep past his ear. This wasn't just flaunting, but from the beginning, Danger Perception already told him the outcome.

This was just a rookie, totally nothing to see here.

"Roar!"

A low growl escaped as Wang Wu's killing intent erupted, and although he wanted to say something, there really was nothing left to say.

At this moment, it was either you die, or I survive!

"What a vile beast!"

The human cultivator let out a bitter laugh, but he didn't panic. He brushed his right hand across his waist, and another water-blue longsword appeared in his hand.

"Vile beast, you are quite clever. Do you think breaking my lifebound sword solves everything? Why not acknowledge me as your master? I could use a steed!"

Wang Wu completely ignored the longsword in the human cultivator's hand. Although it looked like the same sword, his Level 10 Danger Perception would not lie. This new sense of danger was world's apart from before.

Earlier, that was the human cultivator's lifebound sword. Just to counter that sword, Wang Wu had exhausted his resources, leveraging every bit of terrain, and ultimately broke it by force. He sacrificed a Ninth-Grade Magical Artifact and nearly 2400 Life Value points in the process.

His current total Life Value was only 860 points, meaning he had risked three lives to succeed.

Throughout that ordeal, if his healing rate had been slower, if his basic defense had been lower, if he hadn't upgraded Heart of the Earth to Level 2, if the Ascetic Flower Honey hadn't kept his vitality so high, if his Vitality reserve had fallen short, he would have died from high sword Qi damage because Level 10 Self-Healing couldn't keep up.

But it was all worth it, for a Seventh-Grade Lifebound Sword was worth the price!

As for the next twenty or so talismans, be it fire, ice, thunder, or poison, they were nothing more than a scratch.

No help for it, Wang Wu's Abnormal Resistance was simply too high and too varied.

Moreover, the primary function of those talismans was auxiliary, and without a main attack to follow up promptly, they were indeed too late.

Right now, the large hole in Wang Wu's chest had mostly scabbed over, his Life Value was nearly full again, and he still had four more activations left for Level 10 Self-Healing.

Meanwhile, the vitality within him remained high.

With over 1500+ Vitality left, he could afford to spend it.

"Vile beast, you are courting death by persisting in your folly!"

The human cultivator chanted under his breath, forming a sword technique with his left hand. The longsword in his right was suddenly enveloped in a sheen of mystical light. In the next second, it flew out with impressive momentum, aiming right between Wang Wu's eyes!

But during this critical moment, Wang Wu also launched his assault, facing the sword head-on, without intending to dodge. He knew clearly that under the human cultivator's control, dodging was impossible, and his sole reliance was his Level 10 Danger Perception. He was sure this new sword couldn't kill him.

That was enough.

In an instant, the water-blue longsword came rushing in, stabbing right into Wang Wu's brow with precision and speed. The human cultivator's control was masterful and unflustered, marking him as an expert.

Yet this stab only pierced two inches into Wang Wu's brow bone!

At that moment, Wang Wu was in such pain he tumbled backward, his head feeling like it was about to explode, even experiencing a second of dizziness.

But it was far from fatal.

Bolstered by his basic defense, he suffered only 57 points of damage.

Not every blade is a lifebound sword.

"Roar!"

Wang Wu let out an angry roar, yanking the longsword out with a claw, then leaping forward—not at the middle-aged cultivator, but directly toward the younger one.

"Vile beast! How dare you!"

"Stay!"

The middle-aged cultivator finally panicked, sending out a golden talisman that directly immobilized Wang Wu.

At this moment, Wang Wu had a strange sensation, as if time and space were being pushed out of his world; he had become a thin sheet of paper, devoid of air, frozen in place.

He couldn't do anything at all; his abilities and Bloodline Divine Techniques had lost their impact.

All he could do was watch, listen...

Outside, the middle-aged cultivator let out a cold laugh, forming a technique again to maneuver the longsword to finish off Wang Wu. Yet, midway, the sword clattered down in a helpless arc as he staggered, almost failing to stand, blood spurting from his mouth.

His injuries were growing more severe.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, let's go quickly, while the Bear Demon is immobilized! We still have time."

The younger one rushed over in haste, helping the middle-aged cultivator.

"Junior Brother, how can we face Yun Ding now? This underground base at the Tree Grandmother Temple is something our master painstakingly cultivated over centuries, even going as far as becoming a demon to meticulously manage this place. It is the key plan for Yun Ding City to conquer the Great Snow Mountain. Cultivating Grass and Wood Zombies here is all for that moment, isn't it?"

"Damn it, we were so close. If this base is discovered by the Demon Race, or even if it's not, but we fail to produce enough Grass and Wood Zombies to disrupt the demons' rear, all our efforts would be in vain. Therefore, we must kill it!"

"Our lives no longer matter at this point."

"Junior Brother, my meridians are injured, rendering me temporarily disabled. Don't be afraid. You need to understand this is the utmost effort for our race to flatten the West Wilderness. Take those three types of Demon King-level poison, evenly coat my Qiushui Sword, and stab it fiercely a few times. Even before the Golden Light of Immobilization fades, it will succumb to the poison. If not killed, it will be incapacitated, and once I recover even a tiny fraction of my strength, it will be like slaughtering a chicken!"

"Also, remember to activate the Concealing Array and engage all the cover mechanisms that were laid out earlier. I'm not sure if any other Little Demons will intrude."

The middle-aged cultivator, fearful that the young one might waver, nagged on and on, evidently very confident in the effect of the Golden Radiance Body-Fixing Talisman.

"Yes! Senior Brother, I understand."

Gritting his teeth, the young cultivator first rapidly activated the Concealing Array, then moved swiftly to trigger several hidden mechanisms, causing a subtle tremor in the tree root tunnel from which Wang Wu had come, before all went silent.

He then carefully extracted three mysterious small Black Gourds, pouring out three drops of venom to blend and coat the longsword with it.

In an instant, the longsword sizzled, the originally brilliant sword light now marked with corrosion and pitting, showcasing the potency of those three types of Demon King-level poisons.

Undoubtedly, the sword had become a single-use weapon.

"Vile beast, meet your end!"

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