The Pastoral Life of a Cultivation Master

Chapter 3264 One Slash, One Kill

One of the particularly burly black figures, with its arms wrapped around the familiar, massive pillar, crashed into the remaining wall of flames with a whooshing sound.

With a deafening roar, the already dilapidated wall of flames was instantly shattered, and burning wood flew everywhere.

Following closely behind, several dark figures, wielding rafters, quickly stepped forward and carefully cleared away the scattered burning wood, creating a passage for the remaining figures. In the blink of an eye, dozens of dark figures, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, rushed in through the opening, letting out shrill howls as they lunged at Chen Mo and his companions.

Chen Mo easily released Ouyang Ruoxi's hand, and in a flash, he stood in front of the three of them. His gaze was cold as he stared at the roaring black shadow approaching. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a faint fighting spirit.

Previously, he had refrained from making a move simply because he didn't want to reveal his strength to Qian Ying, Zhou Zixing, and the others, and cause trouble. But now, the four of them had completely distanced themselves from the main force, and he had already sent Ouyang Ruoxi and the other two into the illusion. Without any worries, they could finally unleash their full power and have some fun with these shadowy figures.

The entire night was filled with the howls of these shadowy figures, so sending them to their deaths was the only way to shut them up.

Chen Mo casually drew the Onimaru longsword from his waist. The blade gleamed with a cold light, and even though it had been damaged before, it still exuded a chilling sharpness.

He usually liked to use Onimaru, and when he got used to it, he would just take it out without thinking, forgetting that Onimaru was a little damaged. But there was no need to care, since the blade of Onimaru had a chip, which didn't affect its use.

They've been in this valley the whole time, so there hasn't been time to repair Onimaru.

With a flash, he rushed forward, and the Onimaru in his hand, carrying a sharp gust of wind, slashed fiercely at the nearest black shadow!

As the long sword approached, the shadowy creature's pupils contracted sharply. It tried to dodge to the side, but Chen Mo's speed was too fast. It had no time to react and could only let out a shrill scream before being struck directly by the long sword.

Even as the longsword was about to strike, the dark figure tried to muster all its strength to unleash a burst of fire, attempting to perish together with Chen Mo. But it was too late. Chen Mo's Onimaru longsword was as fast as lightning, instantly cleaving it in two. Black blood gushed out, landing on the ground with a sizzling sound before being absorbed by the earth.

Before the two halves of the corpse could hit the ground, Chen Mo swung his hand backhand, and the Onimaru longsword drew two more sharp arcs, instantly cleaving the other two nearby black figures into four pieces as well.

Although the skin of those shadowy figures was exceptionally tough and their defense was top-notch, making them almost impenetrable in front of acquired martial artists, they were as fragile as paper in front of the incredibly sharp Onimaru longsword, which was also enhanced by true energy. They were utterly vulnerable.

Upon seeing this, the remaining shadowy figures let out a terrified roar and instinctively retreated, trying to get away from Chen Mo, this terrifying being.

But Chen Mo wouldn't give them a chance to retreat. With a flash, he caught up with two of the black shadows and slashed out with his long sword, cutting them into four pieces again. Black blood splattered onto his sleeves, but was blocked by the Vajra Talisman.

The blood of the shadowy figure is corrosive, but as long as the figure doesn't explode, the blood won't be too corrosive. Furthermore, it was blocked by the Vajra Talisman, causing no significant impact; it only consumed a tiny bit of the talisman's spiritual energy.

In a mere instant, Chen Mo had slain five shadowy figures. Looking up, he vaguely saw a barely concealed fear flicker in the eyes of the remaining shadows, their once crimson gazes now revealing an undisguised terror. They clearly hadn't expected this human to be so powerful. "Heh, think they can escape?" Chen Mo's lips curled into a cold smile as he muttered to himself, his figure flashing once more, wielding the Onimaru as he continued his slashing attacks on the group of shadowy figures.

Since these shadowy figures dared to rush in, they shouldn't expect to leave alive.

However, when Chen Mo was chasing and slashing the shadowy figure, he never strayed too far from Ouyang Ruoxi and the other two, at most staying within ten meters.

In his heart, the safety of the three people was always the top priority. If he chased too far and some escapees took the opportunity to ambush the three people in the illusion, the consequences would be unimaginable if he did not rescue them in time.

After all, the Vajra talismans he blessed for the three of them had a limit to their defensive capabilities. If they were subjected to continuous attacks from multiple shadowy figures, the talismans' defensive barrier would eventually be breached.

In the darkness in the distance, a continuous stream of dark figures continued to rush towards him.

Therefore, even though Chen Mo had already killed more than ten shadowy figures, the number of shadowy figures around him did not decrease at all; on the contrary, it increased. In particular, the nearby wall of flames had been completely destroyed by the shadowy figures, turning it into an open area that allowed more shadowy figures to rush in without hindrance and launch a siege against Chen Mo.

To the utter surprise of all the shadowy figures, Chen Mo was like an unshakeable war god. Even when surrounded by dozens of shadowy figures, he remained completely unscathed and unharmed.

On the contrary, the number of shadowy figures was decreasing. Every time Chen Mo swung his knife, he could take the life of a shadowy figure. In a short while, dozens of shadowy figures fell under his knife. The square was filled with the corpses of shadowy figures and black blood.

Finally, one of the dark figures let out a desperate roar, as if giving an order to retreat. Immediately afterward, all the remaining dark figures darted back, seemingly trying to escape this terrifying place.

"Oh? Are we retreating?" Chen Mo stopped and watched the retreating figure, muttering to himself.

Although he had the thought of giving chase, he ultimately did not act on it. At this moment, he was already about ten meters away from Ouyang Ruoxi and the other two. He could not increase the distance any further and could only stay where he was to guard against any unforeseen events.

But to his utter surprise, those shadowy figures had no intention of retreating completely.

After retreating to the edge of darkness, the shadowy figures did not immediately disappear into the darkness. Instead, as if adding fuel to the fire, one after another, shadowy figures rushed out of the darkness, leaping into the air. In mid-air, they began to frantically rouse all their strength, clearly intending to detonate themselves and launch a final counterattack.

Although the shadowy figure possessed intelligence, it wasn't particularly advanced, yet it understood Chen Mo's power. A direct confrontation with this human would be futile, so it resorted to this suicidal method, attempting to completely corrupt Chen Mo.

Once they detonate above Chen Mo's head, countless dense black dots will fall like rain, their powerful corrosiveness enough to obliterate anything below.

Moreover, due to Chen Mo's displayed strength, he had already killed dozens of shadowy figures. The remaining shadowy figures also became exceptionally coordinated when they leaped up, one after another, forming a continuous explosive attack that gave Chen Mo no chance to catch his breath.