Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 195 The Secret of the Land of Fortune, Foygo's Resurrection!
"Hehehe, you have a path to heaven but you refuse to take it, and you insist on forcing your way into hell. Today, I'll send you on your way."

A dark figure wielding two daggers laughed like rusty gears grinding against the eardrums. The eerie green daggers in his hands spewed out strange miasma, and each blade of light carved rotten cracks in the void.

"Damn it, if I hadn't seen Tam, I would have thought I had transmigrated into Battle Through the Heavens and was fighting against the Soul Palace." Mo Lang's lips twitched and he couldn't help but complain.

"Can you handle it? If not, we can retreat first." Mo Lang's voice was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable composure.

He always held a teleportation scroll in his hand, ready to activate an emergency evacuation at any moment.

"It's just one more demigod. I'll take on two of you, and the eight of you can divide them among yourselves!" Tam's eyes gleamed with confidence as he excitedly looked at the dark figure opposite him.

He hadn't had a chance to fight properly along the way, so now that he had met an opponent, he naturally wanted to show off in front of his master.

"A toad is a toad. It's not just ugly, it also has bad breath!"

The voice of the shadowy figure wielding the twin daggers was like sandpaper scraping metal. Before the words were even finished, the figure had already transformed into a twisted stream of dark light and rushed towards Tam.

Two poisoned daggers trailed bluish-purple marks in the void, their passage accompanied by a hissing, corrosive sound, instantly weaving a deathly net that enveloped Tam's entire body.

At its most intense point, the dagger split into three blades, simultaneously stabbing at three vital points: the throat, the heart, and the lower abdomen, like the scythe of death, carrying a soul-splitting oppressive force.

"Well done!"

Tam roared, and his massive body suddenly doubled in size. His long, thick tongue, like a black python covered in slime, lashed out with lightning speed, accompanied by a stench, so fast that it seemed to leave a blur.

Especially when it clashed with the opponent's dagger, it even produced a metallic clanging sound.

"Tahm's tongue is that powerful? If a rich woman saw this, wouldn't she be unable to sleep at night?" Mo Lang was greatly shocked. If his tongue had this speed and hardness, why would he need to go to work?

"Be careful, this toad is no ordinary demigod."

Another dark figure was surrounded by chain-like black mist, each link of which made a teeth-grinding grinding sound, as if dragging countless wronged souls towards Tam again. The three instantly engaged in battle, and the terrifying power they unleashed shook the mountains and forests, sending sand and stones flying!
At the same time, the remaining eight dark figures tore through the void like eight streaks of ink lightning, their weapons gleaming with a chilling aura as they hurtled towards them.

Some wielded giant swords, their blades formed from condensed black mist, and wherever they passed, the air cracked open like spiderwebs. Others wielded giant axes, and the ground instantly split open into bottomless ravines from which thick, tar-like black mist surged forth.

"Violence is meaningless if it is not for killing!"

The blind monk's thick arms were bulging with veins, and golden Buddhist light shone like the blazing sun in the sky. The force of his palm strikes carried a deafening chant, and each strike on the black mist created dazzling golden ripples, shattering large swaths of black shadows into dust.

Welcome to the Delai Alliance!

Draven's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. The throwing axe spun like a wheel in his hand, and wherever the crimson light touched, the black mist shrieked as if it were being scorched by fire.

In an instant, the thick black mist that had been billowing around plunged the entire battlefield into eerie darkness. The dense black mist compressed the air as if it were a physical entity, making it impossible for even Mo Lang to see clearly.

All that could be seen were the dazzling lights of Tahm Kench and the heroes' skills, like fireworks bursting in the darkness. As light and darkness intertwined, each clash unleashed a deafening roar, and the scattered energy fragments fell like meteors, turning this area into a purgatory filled with the aura of destruction.

"Damn, this is getting my blood pumping! I wish I could have such powerful abilities too." Mo Lang stood by, filled with envy, his eyes gleaming with longing.

boom!
Ten minutes later, Tam's thick tongue, like a giant steel whip, lashed fiercely at the dark figure wielding two daggers, accompanied by a whistling sound.

The dark figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the sand in the distance and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Tamm's massive body trembled slightly, and a disdainful light flashed in his turbid eyes. He spoke with unparalleled arrogance: "I thought you were so powerful. If you can't beat me, you can give me one of yours."

boom! boom! boom!
Almost simultaneously, Mo Lang's pieces knocked the remaining black shadows to the ground, their black mist dimming considerably, emitting an aura of resentment and anger.

Now, all nine of them are equipped with divine artifacts or equipment of light, and with the added bonus of the SSS-level Trial Tower, ordinary demigod-level monsters are no match for them.

"Killing these inhuman freaks is a piece of cake," the Blind Monk said, clapping his hands.

"If our master hadn't wanted to keep them alive for questioning, we would have killed them long ago," Draven said with a disdainful look.

The other pieces also looked relaxed and content, looking down at the fallen shadows.

"How can this be!?"

"How could you possibly possess so many divine artifacts and equipment of light!"

"And there's also the Scroll of Light that counters us!" "..."

The shadowy figures lying on the ground all showed expressions of horror and disbelief.

"Alright, if you want to live, I'll ask you one question and you answer one."

Mo Lang was surprised that the problem was solved so easily, and he spoke with great interest.

"what?"

The first figure, a dark-skinned man completely bound in chains, asked with a grave expression.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you occupying this blessed land? And who is the master you speak of?"

"Isn't it supposed to be one question at a time, one answer at a time?"

"You're being long-winded."

Mo Lang's lips twitched, and Tam understood immediately, swallowing the dark figure whole.

Mo Lang then looked at the second dark figure: "Now you answer."

"..."

Seeing that he had instantly lost one of his companions, the second figure in the shadows, wielding a dagger, trembled and said, "We don't know who we are either..."

"Okay, next one!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lang immediately looked impatiently at the third one.

Tam then swallowed the third shadowy figure.

"No, we really don't know what we are, where we come from, or even our master."

"It's true, we swear, we really didn't know."

"That's right, that's right."

The other shadowy figures immediately echoed this.

"do not know?"

Mo Lang frowned, looking at the shadowy figures as if they really didn't know anything.

This made him a little curious.

"Then what is your master's purpose in having you stay here?"

"Our goal? It's to make us devour everyone who comes here, and the more souls we devour, the stronger we become."

"This ability, this black mist, how come they look so much like Feuergo's?"

When Mo Lang saw the Land of Fortune shrouded in black mist last night, he felt it was like a second Shadow Isles. Now, hearing these shadowy figures say this, he feels it's like Feuergo.

Could this be a coincidence?
Or is it that Fryego didn't die?

But he saw with his own eyes that Folyago was swallowed whole by Tam, and the divine crystal even fell out. How could he not be dead?

"Owner!"

Just then, these shadowy figures suddenly sensed something and looked into the depths of the black mist.

A figure slowly emerged from the black mist.

Mo Lang's eyes widened suddenly when he saw the figure!

This is Fryegor!?
(End of this chapter)