The Pastoral Life of a Cultivation Master

Chapter 3223 Corrosive Attack

However, there were simply too many black spots that the shadowy figure had exploded into.

Densely packed, like locusts swarming across the sky, they shrouded the entire hall in a shadow of death.

Although those martial artists at the tenth level of the Acquired Realm reacted quickly, immediately activating their entire body's Qi and blood to form a thick protective shield around their bodies, they ultimately found themselves overwhelmed by this all-pervasive and bizarre attack.

"Puff puff!"

The protective shield resounded with muffled thuds as if struck, each impact causing violent ripples. The martial artists gritted their teeth, veins bulging on their foreheads, pushing their qi and blood to their limits. However, the sheer number of black dots was terrifying, relentlessly attacking one after another.

Finally, with a series of teeth-grinding "crack" sounds, the qi and blood protective shield of the foremost martial artist collapsed first, turning into specks of red light and dissipating into the air. Immediately afterward, as if in a chain reaction, the protective shields of the others also shattered one after another.

"what!"

"Ok!"

"It hurts!"

Screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the hall and reverberating between the empty stone walls, sending chills down one's spine.

The shattered body tissue from the black shadow clung to the martial artist's skin instantly, like a persistent infection. These martial artists at the tenth level of the Acquired Realm could withstand bullets with their powerful physiques, yet they never expected that the black speck could penetrate their skin.

The black, sticky substance began to corrode violently upon contact with the skin, emitting a sizzling sound and puffs of pungent white smoke. The smoke carried a nauseating stench, as if a corpse that had rotted for thousands of years had been unearthed.

The martial artists' prized physical defenses were easily pierced like paper by this bizarre, viscous fluid. The burning pain on their skin went straight to their bones, as if a million ants were gnawing at their flesh, or as if a scorching hot iron was being pressed directly onto their wounds. The agony made them scream in agony.

"Ah! My arm!"

A martial artist's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face. He watched helplessly as his flesh was visibly corroded, creating a bloody hole with charred, curled edges that revealed the bright red muscle tissue beneath. Even more terrifying, the viscous fluid continued to seep deeper, writhing as if alive, attempting to erode the bones even further inside.

Another martial artist lay on the ground, rolling wildly. Half of his cheek had been struck by a black needle, and wisps of smoke were rising from it as the flesh melted away. The pain had driven him almost mad; he frantically scratched at his face, only worsening the injury.

"Quick! Force it out with your internal energy!" someone shouted, enduring the excruciating pain. He sat cross-legged and circulated his internal energy with all his might, trying to expel the strange substance from his body.

Upon hearing this, the other martial artists also gritted their teeth, sat down, closed their eyes, and focused their minds, pushing their internal energy to its limit.

Fine beads of blood gradually seeped from their pores, accompanied by wisps of black mist being forced out of their bodies. The black mist hissed upon contact with the air, corroding the ground and creating tiny pits. Fortunately, everyone reacted quickly, and with their energy circulating recklessly, they finally forced the black substance out one by one. But when they opened their eyes and saw the injuries on each other's bodies, they all gasped in horror—everyone's skin was covered with shocking pits of varying depths, the largest the size of a coin, a bloody and gruesome sight.

The martial artists who had been forced out of the black substance were also filled with lingering fear, their faces pale as they looked at the spot where the black shadow had exploded with lingering trepidation.

They knew that it was fortunate these black dots were first blocked by their qi and blood protective shield, so only a few touched their bodies, and their power was greatly weakened. If it weren't for that protective layer, and the black dots had poured directly onto them, they would probably have already turned into a pool of pus and blood, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan stood at a distance, taking in all of this, their expressions becoming somewhat solemn.

Chen Mo wasn't afraid of the black spots. With his strength, let alone the weakened slime, even the shadowy figure's attacks at their peak wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest. But he was worried about the other three women—Ouyang Ruoxi, Qian Hui, and Ouyang Nan. Their strength was probably no match for this strange shadowy figure.

It seems I still need to secretly use Vajra Talismans to protect these three women. Chen Mo thought to himself, his fingers twitching slightly in his sleeve, and several talismans gleaming with a pale golden light quietly slipped into his palm. These Vajra Talismans were one of his trump cards; once activated, they could form an indestructible layer of golden light protecting the body, making them virtually impervious to ordinary attacks.

He hadn't expected this shadowy figure to be so troublesome. Its speed and agility were astonishing, and it skillfully used the darkness to conceal itself, making it impossible to defend against. Even more troublesome was that this monster would choose to self-destruct when it was on the verge of death, the flying black specks being virtually unavoidable and even more difficult to defend against than its attacks in life.

What he didn't expect was that the shadowy figure could change its attack method. When Qian Ying attacked the shadowy figure, it didn't have any corrosive ability, but after it exploded, it had such a powerful corrosive ability, which was really strange.

"What the hell is this thing..." Chen Mo frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart. This creature was definitely not an ordinary evil spirit; it seemed more like some kind of killing machine that had been artificially cultivated.

Ouyang Nan stood beside him, clearly shocked by the horrific scene she had just witnessed. As a martial artist at the peak of the tenth level of the Acquired Realm, she knew the strength of those martial artists better than anyone else. Even they were in such a sorry state in front of this dark figure; if Amo hadn't pulled her back, she might have been the one screaming in agony.

Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing walked out of the building, their faces grim as they looked at the injured and wailing crowd.

Qian Ying gripped the innate short sword tightly. The blade still bore the viscous fluid from the dark figure, emitting a soft hissing sound. He looked down, his pupils contracting sharply—even this innate short sword, crafted from special materials, was being slowly corroded!

The faint mark on the sword, though not deep, was like a hideous scar, stinging his eyes.

Quickly use your innate power to channel it into the short sword and remove all the black spots, otherwise the innate short sword will become unusable once it is corroded too much.

"What the hell is this..." Qian Ying gritted her teeth, her voice filled with barely concealed shock and anger, "What on earth is this thing?"

He truly hadn't expected this monster to be so cunning and ferocious, choosing to explode when it couldn't win, resorting to such a suicidal move. If he hadn't dodged in time and been hit head-on by those countless black dots, he might have really suffered a great loss. Even if his cultivation at the Innate Realm wouldn't have meant certain death, he would certainly have been in a sorry state, and might even have suffered some minor injuries.

Zhou Zixing stood to the side, nodding with lingering fear. Recalling the scene just now, cold sweat broke out on his back. If he hadn't reacted quickly and dodged behind the stone pillars in time, allowing them to bear most of the black spot attacks, he would probably be like those few groaning Acquired martial artists on the ground, his skin corroded and torn open, screaming in agony.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing deep apprehension in each other's eyes. This shadowy figure might not be as strong as them, but its strange abilities were enough to give any innate master a headache.