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Chapter 94 Sweeping Through the Abyss in Search of Treasures, One Horse Leads the Charge Against the
After half a month of dedicated cultivation, Han Yi still hadn't succeeded in forming his core. He knew that rare and precious materials were crucial for core formation, and after much deliberation, he resolutely decided to temporarily set aside his regular cultivation and devote all his energy to searching for all the rare and precious materials within the Netherworld Forest. With his extensive knowledge of cultivation, he understood that although this path was fraught with risks, it was indeed the fastest way to achieve core formation at present.
In the mysterious and perilous Netherworld Forest, ancient trees towered into the clouds, their lush foliage intertwining to completely obscure the interior, making the light as dim as nightfall and filling the air with a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere. Thick miasma mingled with the rich scent of earth and the fresh fragrance of vegetation, further enhancing the enigmatic ambiance. Occasionally, the roars of unknown, ferocious beasts echoed through the silent forest, sending chills down one's spine and filling one's heart with dread.
This forest is home to many rare and precious natural treasures, making it an auspicious place full of opportunities and challenges for Han Yi, who is eager to form his core.
Han Yi surveyed the crowd with a firm gaze, his expression serious as he spoke calmly.
"Listen up, everyone! Stick together! We'll move in unison to find all the rare and precious materials that can help me break through. We'll also eliminate all the ferocious beasts that stand in our way. These will be battles to the death, so be on your best!"
Upon hearing this, the dozens of experts above the Foundation Establishment stage present all became solemn and tightened their grip on their weapons.
"Young master, won't our rampage offend Heaven and displease the divine?"
At this moment, a discordant voice drifted out, attracting everyone's attention. The speaker was an inconspicuous disciple of the Tianyan Sect.
Where did this saintly figure come from? She's just like my old, immortal master. Han Yi's first instinct was to kill her.
"What, you don't eat meat? We're all in this together, it's either you or me who dies, don't give me that talk of morality and righteousness!"
The man was rendered speechless by Han Yi's words.
"Lu Xuefeng, cripple him and throw him here to feed the wolves!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xuefeng disregarded their camaraderie and attacked directly, crippling the man with a single move.
Having crippled the Holy Mother, Han Yi led his large force back to the outskirts of the Netherworld Forest without looking back. The sound of their footsteps echoed heavily in the silent forest, each step seeming to strike a nerve, making everyone involuntarily tense. Han Yi walked at the head of the group, weapon in hand, vigilantly scanning his surroundings, his body slightly leaning forward, ready to respond to any sudden danger.
With the force of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, they began their advance from the outermost edge of the Netherworld Forest, moving clockwise in a circular motion around the entire forest, slowly making their way towards its center. Han Yi's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, leaving no corner unexplored if treasure might be hidden. He would sometimes crouch down to carefully examine the strange plants on the ground, and sometimes look up at the branches, searching for spiritual fruits hidden among the leaves. He would take anything of potential value without hesitation. If he encountered any ferocious beasts blocking his path, he would kill them outright and seize their inner cores.
"Be careful, don't miss anything of value, and also be mindful of your own safety!"
Han Yi loudly reminded everyone, his voice echoing through the forest. Everyone nodded and busied themselves. Some felled trees emitting a special aura, preparing to take them back for research; others dug up spiritual herbs from the ground, carefully placing them into their storage bags.
In this mysterious, vast, and perilous Netherworld Forest, an extraordinary power seems to be controlling everything. Just as Han Yi and his companions begin their thorough looting and massacre, a major counterattack targeting Han Yi quietly begins.
All the ferocious beasts on the outskirts of the forest launched an attack on Han Yi and his group at the same time, and when countless beasts acted in unison, a beast tide was formed.
As the beast tide surged forth, a raging black torrent, carrying devastating power and chilling roars, swept towards Han Yi and his companions. In the forest, ancient trees trembled violently under the onslaught of the beasts, their leaves rustling as if trembling in anticipation of this life-or-death battle. A tense and dangerous atmosphere permeated the air. The withered branches and leaves on the ground were trampled and pulverized by the charging beasts, flying up and mingling with the pungent smell of earth, spreading throughout the battlefield.
Faced with the onslaught of beasts, Han Yi took the lead without hesitation, his eyes flashing with determination and fearlessness, as if everything in front of him was nothing but dust.
He suddenly drew his Proud Snow Sword, its blade flashing with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the void. He took a deep breath, circulating his powerful spiritual energy. In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, thousands of sword energies weaving a finely intricate net across the heavens and earth. Each sword energy contained an overwhelming and unstoppable force; wherever it passed, space seemed to be mercilessly cleaved apart by the sharp blade, emitting a sharp hissing sound.
Those ferocious beasts that dared to block the way perished on the spot before they even got close, their corpses shattered and dissipating into a bloody mist. The residual power of the sword energy was even more astonishing, carving deep trenches into the ground it touched, sending mud flying, and snapping the surrounding giant trees in half, causing them to crash down and kick up clouds of dust.
Han Yi's expression was cold and stern, his brows furrowed slightly, and his teeth clenched. He knew that this battle was dangerous, and only by giving his all with every swing of his sword could he fight for a chance of survival for his comrades behind him.
He had only one thought in his mind: to lead everyone to break through the encirclement, find more rare and precious materials, and successfully form the core while protecting everyone behind him.
Behind him followed five companions, each displaying their unique supernatural abilities in this fierce battle.
Tuoba Xun'er, skilled in using poison, possessed an exquisite beauty and exuded a chilling aura. Facing the surging beast tide, she showed no fear; instead, a glint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.
The surrounding mist seemed to be influenced by her poison techniques, becoming even more eerie and unpredictable. A faint green mist permeated the air, echoing the poisonous fog she was about to unleash. With a light wave of her slender hand, she danced like a graceful butterfly, chanting incantations as she moved rapidly, and with each gesture, wisps of poisonous fog rose into the air.
The poisonous mist seemed to possess a spirit, rapidly spreading outwards and instantly enveloping numerous targets. The ferocious beasts touched by the mist first experienced violent convulsions, their eyes bulging and emitting painful whimpers, before foaming at the mouth and collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Wherever the poisonous fog reached, flowers and plants withered rapidly, turning into pools of black water. The ground was corroded, riddled with small holes, and emitted a pungent odor. Tuoba Xun'er understood that although her poison skills were powerful, she had to remain vigilant in this dense horde of beasts, keeping a close eye on the spread of the poisonous fog to avoid accidentally harming her own people. Her fingers moved, ready to adjust the direction of the fog at any moment.