Chapter 338 277: Slaughtering Their Way In (Part 2)

BAM!

Han Yuan's leg shot up like lightning, kicking out fiercely.

A dark shadow was sent flying!

"Thank goodness you're here!"

Ding Zihu broke out in a cold sweat.

He didn't have a formidable Horizontal Training Technique like Han Yuan.

If that had struck his head, he feared he would have been decapitated.

"Something's not right with this one."

Han Yuan, however, narrowed his eyes.

WHOOSH!

Soon, another fierce, whistling wind tore through the air.

It was the same pitch-black Giant Axe.

This time, Ding Zihu finally got a clear look at the assailant.

The man's eyes glowed with a bloody light, and his face was a mass of bulging, dark cyan veins, so dense they looked like grotesque, hideous tattoos or countless writhing earthworms.

Moreover, his chest was clearly caved in—an obvious result of Han Yuan's earlier kick.

An injury like that would be extremely severe, even for a Martial Artist.

His internal organs must have been damaged.

But the man acted as if he were uninjured, raising his axe and charging at Han Yuan like a wild beast.

"You're courting death!"

Han Yuan's figure blurred, and his right fist, carrying earth-shattering power, smashed into the man's head.

CRUNCH!

It was like a sledgehammer smashing a watermelon.

The man's head instantly exploded into a shower of blood and gore.

Without a head, the man could no longer cause trouble and collapsed on the spot.

"It seems this Dark Cyan Mist also has a strengthening effect on these Mountain Ghost Soldiers and the Tribal Warriors."

"It makes them fearless of pain and greatly increases their strength."

Han Yuan said in a low voice.

"Yes... It looks like you were right."

"There's definitely more to this Dark Cyan Mist than meets the eye!"

Ding Zihu nodded.

The next moment, he heard the sound of rushing wind again.

Seven or eight more figures charged forward with vicious intent.

These men wielded Bone Spears and Bone Sabers, their eyes glowing with a bloodthirsty light, looking exceptionally fierce.

"Kill!"

Without wasting words, Han Yuan drew his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber. With a series of rapid slashes, he unleashed deep arcs of light from his blade.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A series of resounding clashes from colliding weapons rang out.

Any weapon that met the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber was either sent flying or shattered to pieces.

But even those Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors who were disarmed still lunged forward like wild beasts.

Han Yuan showed no mercy. With every rise and fall of his saber, another head went flying!

Ding Zihu wasn't idle either. He held his Eight Trigrams Mirror, shooting out rays of golden light.

He had learned his lesson.

He specifically targeted their vital points, like their eyes and the spot between their brows.

As long as he hit these vital spots, it didn't matter how impervious to pain the creatures were.

The Orange Cat also spat out ball after ball of fire.

The explosive power of its fireballs was immense; a direct hit to the head would instantly blow it to smithereens.

The entire plaza of the Mountain King Temple had become a bloody battlefield.

Under the influence of the Dark Cyan Mist, the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors had become exceptionally violent and ferocious, pouncing on anyone they saw.

The various bandit factions, having no formal training, also brandished their weapons, charging into the fray with wild shouts and cries.

The remaining Rangers and Loose People fought for themselves.

The vast plaza was fractured into countless smaller battlefields.

PFFT!

Just as a Ranger lopped off a Tribal Warrior's head, a Mountain Ghost Soldier impaled him from behind, piercing his heart with a spear. He died on the spot!

Chaos, blood, and brutality!

People fell one after another.

Corpses, mangled remains, and pools of blood...

Han Yuan had lost count of how many he had killed.

He fought as if he had Fallen into Demon, his eyes turning blood-red.

After all, the Innate Great Demon Skill he practiced was an incredibly extreme Cultivation Technique.

During his recent Cultivation, he had been using all his willpower to suppress the extreme urges it generated.

But now, Han Yuan felt that demonic nature within him swelling, and he was on the verge of losing control.

BAM!!!

With a wild roar, Han Yuan grabbed a Mountain Ghost Soldier and began to brutally slam it against the ground!

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Again and again!

He smashed the Mountain Ghost Soldier until it was nothing but a pulp of flesh!

He was doing this to vent the extreme, violent demonic nature raging inside him.

"Han Yuan... something seems wrong with you!"

Ding Zihu had noticed Han Yuan's abnormality.

Standing next to Han Yuan now, he felt an inexplicable sense of danger and dread, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

"I'm fine..."

"Even though I didn't inhale the Dark Cyan Mist... it seems to have affected my Heart Spirit anyway."

Han Yuan took a deep breath and replied in a low voice.

"Then what should we do?"

Ding Zihu asked.

"I can still control it."

With that, Han Yuan charged forward once more.

He frantically swung his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber, unleashing terrifying waves of Sword Evil!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors were hacked to pieces one by one.

"That guy... he's truly insane."

Ding Zihu couldn't help but shake his head.

A normal person, upon realizing their emotions were running wild, would probably stop the slaughter and try to slowly suppress their extreme feelings.

But Han Yuan chose an even more extreme method.

He immersed himself in an even greater frenzy of slaughter.

By doing so, if he were to succumb, he would completely Fall into Demon.

But Han Yuan was confident he wouldn't Fall into Demon, that he could maintain his sanity.

"KILL!!!"

Han Yuan fought until the world itself seemed to darken.

The core Mystical Technique of the Innate Great Demon Scripture was that the more extreme one became, the stronger they grew.

As his emotions grew more extreme, the Sword Evil cloaking his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber grew ever sharper.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, at least several hundred souls had fallen to his blade!

The Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber was stained red with blood, taking on an inexplicably malevolent aura.

The expression on Han Yuan's face also grew increasingly strange.

His mind had become utterly extreme and violent, overflowing with a demonic nature.

But even so, he did not succumb.

Instead, he was trying to see if he could master this violent, demonic nature.

However, his frenzied slaughter soon attracted some attention.

BOOM!

A ghastly Bone Blade, incredibly sharp, sliced through the Dark Cyan Mist, aiming straight for Han Yuan's head.

"Finally, someone interesting!"

Han Yuan grinned, gripping his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber with both hands and slashing out fiercely!

CLANG!

The two great blades collided violently.

The ghastly Bone Blade shattered on impact!

The owner of the Bone Blade was also sent stumbling back more than a dozen steps!

He was a burly man over two meters tall, with a hideous face, half of which was covered in exceptionally ugly tattoos.

He let out a furious roar as his muscles bulged and swelled in layers, veins popping. With a ferocious expression, he charged at Han Yuan.

With such Qi Power, his status in the Primitive Tribe must have been quite high.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!!!

A huge palm, the size of a platter, descended with a savage gust of wind.

Han Yuan grinned, clenched his left hand into a fist, and punched out with raw, direct force!

BOOM!!!

Fist met palm!

The man's entire arm—sinew, bone, and flesh—disintegrated in an instant.

Han Yuan took a step forward, and the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber flashed with a cold gleam.

The muscular man's head went flying!

"My son!"

"My son!"

An old, mournful cry rang out.

Ding Zihu looked over and saw an old man holding a Skull Wooden Staff emerge from the Dark Cyan Mist, his eyes fixed on Han Yuan with venomous hatred!

"You will join my son in death!!!"

The old man chanted a Spell, then threw his Skull Wooden Staff forward!

The next instant, the Skull Wooden Staff erupted with thick black fog, transforming into a Skeleton Ghost King that lunged fiercely at Han Yuan!

Completely unafraid, Han Yuan hefted his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber and charged forward to meet it!

The Skeleton Ghost King also swiped out with its giant bone claws, which were wreathed in black mist!

CLANG!

The Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber and the giant bone claws collided violently!

Sparks flew!

The two figures were thrown apart.

Han Yuan felt a colossal, rampaging force wash over him, forcing him back more than a dozen steps.

Each step shattered the stone tiles beneath his feet.

The Skeleton Ghost King was forced back as well.

"Again!"

Han Yuan let out a low roar and charged toward the Skeleton Ghost King like a meteor!

"ARGH!!!" Black fire flickered in the Skeleton Ghost King's empty eye sockets as it let out a shriek and strode forward to meet him!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!

The two clashed in a frenzied battle.

Every collision was earth-shaking, unleashing powerful shockwaves.

Han Yuan was exceptionally ferocious, swinging his saber dozens of times in a row, his power growing more terrifying with each blow.

The deep arcs of his blade were like ocean waves, one crashing after another.

At first, the Skeleton Ghost King could hold its own.

But after a while, its arms were covered in nicks and cracks from his attacks.