Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

hell.

Bauhinia Continent.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the plaza outside the Blackstone Tribe.

The dark purple mist flowed slowly, as if it were alive.

Gravity is incredibly strong.

But for a god-level expert, it's not really a burden.

A few dozen people stood scattered around.

Captain Sack stood at the very front.

He wore a dark blue suit of armor, held a large iron rod, and his eyes swept across the faces of the crowd like knives.

"Listen up, all of you."

Sak's voice was deep, like a stone scraping on the ground.

"This trip to the Black Rock Mountains is different from usual."

"A few groups of fools have come over there, and they're pretty tough."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, if you die, no one will collect your bodies."

No one spoke.

In hell, death is the norm.

If they were afraid of dying, they wouldn't have become patrolmen to earn that little bit of inkstone.

Raven stood at the back of the line, his eyelids drooping, looking as if he were in a daze.

In fact, his mental power had already been quietly deployed long ago.

He is evaluating.

Assessing the quality of this teammate is also an assessment of the potential prey they might encounter.

"Set off."

Sak waved his hand and led the charge into the purple mist.

Dozens of streaks of light followed closely behind.

……

Black Rock Mountains.

It's less of a mountain range.

It's more like a maze made up of countless huge black rocks.

The rocks are jagged and grotesque, some resembling sharp swords piercing the sky, others like giant beasts lying prostrate on the ground.

"boom!"

A loud bang shattered the silence.

Immediately following was a burst of dazzling divine light.

The multicolored divine power illuminated the dark sky as if it were daytime.

"Enemy attack!"

Borg screamed.

This guy reacted quickly.

Azure wind-elemental divine power instantly enveloped his entire body.

He darted behind Raven like a slippery eel.

Raven didn't move.

He held a standard black heavy sword in his hand, his expression eerily calm.

In front.

More than twenty god-level powerhouses dressed in haphazard armor blocked their way.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a blood-red scorpion tattooed on his face.

Superior God.

However, his aura was not strong.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances.

He should be a high-ranking god who has refined his divine essence, just like Sak.

"From the Blackrock Tribe?"

The bald, burly man licked his lips, revealing a set of yellow teeth.

"Perfect timing, I'm short on cash."

"Kill them all!"

No nonsense.

The rule of hell is that there are no rules.

Might makes right.

"court death!"

Sak was furious.

He swung the long stick in his hand.

The divine power of the water element surged forth, transforming into a roaring water dragon that crashed down upon the bald, burly man.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly.

A bandit wielding two axes charged toward Raven with a sinister grin.

The person was surrounded by an incredibly thick, earthy-yellow aura, and each step they took in the void produced a dull thud.

"Kid, die!"

The giant axe, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, came crashing down.

Raven didn't dodge.

He merely turned slightly to the side, and the heavy sword in his hand seemed to thrust out slowly.

This thrust was not spectacular.

But the moment the greatsword touched the giant axe, a strange shockwave suddenly erupted.

Interspersed within it was a trace of destructive aura that was extremely difficult to detect.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The robber was stunned.

He looked down at his chest.

There, a bloody hole appeared.

Raven's greatsword actually pierced through his divine power shield and shattered his heart.

Even his divine essence was flung away by this skillful force.

"How... is this possible..."

The robber's eyes widened as the corpse fell limply to the ground.

Raven flicked his wrist.

The spatial ring flashed with a faint light.

The robber's corpse and divine status vanished instantly.

The movements were fluid and fast, almost dazzling.

If you don't look closely, you might think Raven just kicked the corpse away.

"one."

Raven silently recited to himself.

Instead of pressing his advantage, he took two steps back, which blocked a mid-level fire god who was trying to ambush Borg.

"Thanks...thanks, bro!"

Borg was so frightened that his face turned green.

Although he is fast, he is just a target when surrounded.

Raven ignored him.

His attention was now entirely focused on the corpses.

On the battlefield, people fall every moment.

Although the Blackrock tribe has a numerical advantage.

But those bandits were clearly more ruthless, and when they were fighting for their lives, they were completely shameless.

Captain Sack was entangled with the bald, burly man, and it was impossible to determine a winner for the time being.

This gave Raven excellent room to maneuver.

He was like a ghost.

Walking on the edge of the battlefield.

He doesn't choose the strongest opponent, nor does he try to take on the toughest challenge.

They specifically target those who are seriously injured or are trying to escape.

Even if someone on his own side dies in battle, Raven will "kindly" help collect the body.

After all, we can't let our comrades die in the wilderness, can we?

"That kid..."

far away.

Sack glanced at Raven during a lull in the fighting.

He was somewhat surprised.

Lei Wen, who usually keeps a low profile, had a rather impressive performance today.

Although he didn't kill many enemies, he was able to maintain his composure every time he made a move, and even saved several reckless individuals.

He is a valuable asset.

Sack nodded inwardly, but his attacks became even more ferocious.

The battle lasted for about half an hour.

Seeing that things were not going well, the bald, burly man made a feint and then turned and ran.

When the remaining bandits saw that their leader had fled, they scattered like birds and beasts.

"Don't pursue a cornered enemy!"

Sak roared, stopping the team members who wanted to give chase.

Although we won this battle, it was a Pyrrhic victory.

Five brothers died.

The other side left behind more than a dozen corpses.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Raven consciously stood on the outermost perimeter as a guard.

Nobody knows.

His spatial ring now contains the corpses of eight god-level powerhouses.

That was his real purpose.

Raven touched the spatial ring, his fingers gently tracing the cold metal band. .

That tactile sensation gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

……

Time is the cheapest thing in hell.

In the blink of an eye.

More than a decade has passed.

For ordinary people.

A decade or so may be a long time, enough for a child to become a young adult and for a beautiful woman to turn gray.

But for god-level powerhouses...

This is just a slightly longer meditation session, or a long journey.

The Blackstone tribe still stands amidst the purple mist.

Those black stone houses, like silent tombstones, record the passage of time.

Over the past ten years or so.

Raven is like the most typical "honest man".

Arrive on time for any mission.

Divide the spoils without fighting or grabbing.

When faced with danger, don't be the first to step forward, but also never hold back.

Even Captain Sack praised him highly and tried to promote him to a squad leader several times, but Raven politely declined.

The reason is simple: I want to focus on my cultivation.

This reason is so common in hell that no one would doubt it.

That evening.

After completing yet another routine patrol.

Raven returned to his stone house.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, waved his hand and unleashed several bursts of divine power, activating the isolation barrier inside the room.

After confirming that no one was spying on them.

Lei Wencai slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

A vivid emotion appeared on his originally cold and indifferent face.

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