Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 660 Tearing Off the Face

Bran frowned and took two more steps forward.

Just then, Xilun suddenly sensed an aura slowly contracting deep within the cave.

"retreat!"

Xilun suddenly let out a low growl.

Bran reacted extremely quickly, using his legs to propel himself backward in an instant.

Almost at the same instant, a thick, dark red tongue suddenly emerged from the pitch-black cave!

The tongue was seven or eight zhang long, its surface covered with tiny barbs, and it moved so fast that only a blur remained.

Instead of heading straight for Bran, who was closest, it grazed past Bran's shoulder and stuck to the earthenware bottle on the ground.

Snapped!

The earthenware bottle shattered on the tongue.

The blood-seeking worms, along with the fragments, were swept back into the cave.

The next moment, the sound of chewing came from the darkness.

Crunch, crunch.

The ferocious beast inside even chewed up and swallowed the pottery shards.

Bran's expression changed slightly, and he retreated to the edge of the depression.

"It's smarter than last time."

"No, it was testing you last time too." Siren stared at the cave. "You were able to escape alive only because it wasn't hungry."

A dark glint flashed in Moen's eyes.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

Before he could speak, a low, grinding sound suddenly came from inside the cave.

It was as if a huge rock covered with spikes was being squeezed out little by little along the narrow cave wall.

boom!

Large sections of rubble were blown apart at the edge of the cave entrance.

A colossal beast, nearly two zhang tall and over five zhang long, slowly crawled into the light.

Its head resembles that of a monitor lizard, but its mouth splits all the way to behind its ears, revealing layers of serrated teeth.

Its entire body is covered in dark red scales, and its back and the outside of its limbs are covered with dense black thorns.

The strangest thing is that its belly has no scales, but a huge, vertically split fleshy opening.

The center of the fleshy mouth has a ring of tiny teeth that are slowly opening and closing.

The pottery bottle that had been swallowed earlier had vanished without a trace, not even a single fragment was expelled.

The beast glanced at Bran but did not pounce immediately.

Its abdominal opening opened first, emitting a high-pitched sound like a baby crying.

Then, a powerful suction force suddenly erupted.

The scattered bones, rotting flesh, and even mud and sand outside the cave were all pulled up and flew up, turning into a filthy torrent that surged into that hideous maw.

Bran stumbled, his boots carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"Let's do it!"

Moen shouted.

Bran abruptly threw the second piece of flesh he had prepared into the depression and turned to run away.

The giant beast sucked in its belly, snatching away flesh and blood in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, it exerted force with all four limbs, and burst out like a dark red hill.

It knocked down two trees along the way that were as thick as two people could hug.

Boom!

Bran leaped into the hollow and rolled to the side.

The behemoth followed closely behind, its massive body finally entering the center of the field completely.

Moen pressed down hard on the array plate with his five fingers.

"rise!"

The dozen or so stone slabs buried underground vibrated simultaneously, and a pale yellow light flowed rapidly along the patterns.

The surrounding rocks seemed to come alive at that moment.

The heavy earth energy pressed in from all sides, and the giant beast's body suddenly sank, its limbs sinking half a foot into the soil.

Fick had already circled around to the side, and a layer of bluish-black energy surged from his longsword.

"Slash its belly!"

The blade flashed horizontally, precisely slashing at the weakest point of the scales.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The blade left only a faint white mark on the side of the giant beast's belly.

Fick's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could retreat, the black thorns on the giant beast's body suddenly grew out of control as if they were alive.

Dozens of thorns tore through the air and enveloped his entire body.

With a furious roar, Fick wielded his longsword, creating a curtain of bluish-black light. Large swathes of thorns were severed, but scalding, sticky liquid gushed from the cuts.

laugh!

The viscous liquid landed on the blade, and the user's strength quickly became disordered.

Fick suddenly felt the longsword in his hand become several times heavier, and his movements froze.

A thorn grazed his shoulder, instantly tearing away a large chunk of flesh.

"It can devour air!" Fick shouted in shock and anger.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bran pounced from behind, his double-edged axe, enveloped in a thick yellow light, slamming into the giant beast's hind leg joint.

This time, the scales finally cracked.

But as soon as the axe blade pierced the flesh, the thorns near the wound wrapped around the axe handle in the opposite direction, and a terrible suction force came from the weapon.

Bran's inner strength surged uncontrollably toward the axe.

"Cut it off!"

His arm muscles bulged, and he forcefully pulled out the giant axe, staggering back several steps.

The giant beast turned to give chase, but the pressure from all sides increased once again.

Moen's forehead veins bulged, and his hands kept changing hand seals.

"Don't touch it! Hold it back, the energy field will wear it down!"

Xilun still stood in the southwest corner, his palm pressed against the town-suppressing stone.

The power of the abyss slowly surged into the stone slab and spread along the underground patterns.

He could clearly feel that the earth's energy in the field was suppressing the giant beast layer by layer.

Whenever the giant beast struggles, the earth's energy will seep into the gaps between its scales, squeezing its flesh and bones.

However, the three reflux patterns are also quietly gathering together.

With just a few changes to the array plate, most of the pressure in the field would instantly shift to the southwest corner, pinning him to the spot.

"roar!"

The giant beast roared in fury.

Its abdominal opening was fully open, and it violently sucked in the surrounding air.

The rubble on the ground swirled back like a torrential rain, and even the pale yellow earth energy flowing in the field was distorted, being sucked into its belly in strands.

After absorbing the earth's energy, the thorns on the giant beast's back grew another half foot.

"It can absorb the power of the field to recover!"

Moen's expression finally changed.

This ability was clearly not part of the intelligence they had previously possessed.

If the behemoth continues to devour, the field may not be able to hold out until it runs out of strength.

"Lund, give it your all!"

Moen shouted sternly.

Without hesitation, Xilun's palm crackled with lightning as a heavy force surged into the domain-suppressing stone.

The patterns in the southwest corner suddenly became bright.

More air was drawn in and pressed down from all sides with a roar.

The giant beast bent its forelimbs, and half of its body was pressed into the soil.

Fick and Bran seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack from the left and right, their knives and axes striking the same wound repeatedly.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The giant beast writhed in agony, the thorns on its back sweeping wildly.

Bran couldn't dodge in time, and a thorn pierced his calf.

He grunted, swung his axe backhand to cut off the spikes, and dragged his injured leg back more than ten steps.

Fick was also forced into a dangerous situation.

Only Moen's eyes regained their joy.

"It won't last long!"

"Keep the pressure down!"

Xilun stared at the fleshy opening in the beast's belly.

After each absorption, its aura would briefly increase.

But after a few breaths, that enhanced aura would quickly weaken, as if what had been swallowed was being frantically digested by some deeper force.

It's not simply about seizing strength.

Its flesh, stomach cavity, and even bones seem to be able to crush what it swallows and transform it into the power it needs.

This talent is more special than the thorns that disrupt one's strength.

A burning glint flashed in Xilun's eyes.

He came to the Fire Nether Tribe to find truly useful alien talents.

The behemoth before him did not disappoint him.

As for Moen and his two companions—

Xilun remained calm as he sensed the gradually shifting power of the domain within the Town Stone.

The other party did not disappoint him.

In the center of the depression, the giant beast was struck again by blades and axes, its dark red scales shattered in large pieces, and its warm blood soaked into the soil.

It knelt on all fours, its roar growing weaker and weaker.

Moen stared intently at the giant beast, a slight smile slowly spreading across his face.

Fick and Bran exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing an uncontrollable greed.

The ferocious beast is dying.

The Thunder Spirit Tree, the materials from the extreme-realm ferocious beasts, and the items on that young gunslinger of unknown origin will soon belong to them.

Moen looked down at the array plate in his hand, his thumb slowly moving toward a hidden black pattern.

At that moment, Xilun raised his eyes.

The four people's eyes briefly met across the chaotic battlefield.

The next moment, Moen pressed the array plate.

click!

The black patterns on the array plate suddenly lit up.

The local stone buried in the soil trembled simultaneously, and the earth energy that was originally flowing evenly towards the center of the depression suddenly changed direction.

Three powerful pressures, like a burst dam, rushed straight to the southwest corner along the underground backflow patterns.

The air suddenly became heavy.

The ground beneath Xilun's feet suddenly collapsed, his legs sinking half a foot into the ground, and it felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

The Thunder Spear emitted a deep hum.

"Mount, what are you doing?"

Xilun's face darkened, as if he had only realized the change in events at this moment.

"What are you doing?"

Moen straightened up, all his previous tension and friendliness vanished, and the wrinkles around his eyes deepened with his smile.

"Naturally, we should seal off the area to prevent the ferocious beast from escaping."

Fick, leaning on the ground and panting, let out a hoarse laugh upon hearing this.

"Master Mo is right. Young Brother Lund, your position is the most important, so you must hold on tight."

Bran pulled the remaining thorns from his calf, letting the blood flow down his boot.

His face twitched in pain, but he still managed a ferocious smile when he looked at Xilun.

"Don't move. The more you struggle, the more intense the pressure from the energy field will become."

Xiren tried to lift his right foot.

A muffled thud immediately came from the ground, and pale yellow lines appeared around the ankle like ropes.

Seeing this, Moen was completely relieved.

"Young man, don't blame us."

"That beast is more powerful than we expected. If we don't have a strong, living specimen to withstand the backlash from the field, even if the three of us can kill it, we will have to pay a heavy price."

Xilun's gaze turned cold: "So you were planning to use me to fill the field from the very beginning?"

"That's not entirely true."

Moen stroked his beard, his tone even bordering on gentle.

"If you weren't strong enough, you wouldn't even be able to withstand the first wave of attacks, and naturally you wouldn't be qualified to be a live target. The fact that you've lasted this long proves that I didn't misjudge you."

Fick walked to the edge of the field, his gaze greedily sweeping over the Thunder Spear.

"Master Mo, why talk so much to a dead man? Let's take his gun off first, lest he retaliate before he dies."

Instead of venturing into the southwest corner, he drew a hooked chain from his waist.

With the power poured in, the iron hook at the end of the chain glowed with a ghostly light, heading straight for the Thunder Spear.

Xilun slightly turned his wrist.

The gun barrel was pressed down, and the iron hook grazed the shaft and embedded itself deeply in a crevice in the nearby stone.

Fick scoffed, "They're already suppressed by the field, and they're still reluctant to part with this spear?"

"Alright."

"I'll get it myself after you and that beast are crushed to pieces."

In the center of the depression, the heavily injured giant beast seemed to sense the change in the field.

The pressure that had been focused on it suddenly lessened by more than half. It struggled to raise its head, and its dark red vertical pupils swept over the four people in turn.

A large amount of fresh blood flowed from the wound on the side of the abdomen.

But the vertical, fleshy mouth continued to slowly open and close, swallowing the blood-stained soil, broken thorns, and shattered scales all at once.

Gurgle.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding chewing sound, the wounds on its body began to shrink.

"Oh no, it's recovering."

Bran's expression changed slightly.

"What are you afraid of?" Moen gripped the array plate tightly. "It's already severely injured, and the earth's energy has seeped into its internal organs. Struggling any further will only hasten its death."

As the old man spoke, he turned the array plate again.

The pressure in the area covering Xilun continued to increase, while less than 30% of the suppressive force remained around the ferocious beast.

Moen's plan was very clear.

He planned to use Xilun to absorb the backlash from the field, and then have the three of them finish off the beast once it was completely weakened.

In this way, they can not only preserve their own strength, but also take the opportunity to eliminate Xilun.

All the materials for a third-tier extreme-realm ferocious beast, a mature Thunder Spirit Treasure Tree, plus a young gunslinger with considerable strength.

This deal is enough for them to cultivate in peace for several years.

"Kid, if you really want to suffer less, then deliberately dissipate your strength."

Bran, wielding his double axes, approached the giant beast.

"The pressure from this field is on your strength. The more you resist, the faster your bones will break. If you just lie down obediently, you might at least have a whole corpse left."

Xilun ignored him.

He looked down at the pale yellow patterns on his feet, his eyes showing no sign of panic.

Moen did indeed conceal the true function of the field.

But he made a fatal mistake.

He thought Xilun wouldn't understand.

From the very beginning when the town-guarding stones were placed, Xilun had already memorized all the patterns and directions.

Once the field is activated, the flow of earth energy, the areas under pressure, and the most vulnerable points are all clearly imprinted in the mind through the Moon Memory Meditation Method.

This is not a completely closed high-order field.

It was merely a trap set up by taking advantage of the mountain's terrain.

While the southwest corner bears the brunt of the backlash, it is also the place where all the earth's energy converges.

If the domain-suppressing stone is shattered, the domain will lose its balance.

"Moen".

Xilun suddenly spoke.

The old man raised an eyebrow slightly: "Trying to beg for mercy?"

"You call yourself a field master."

Xilun slowly straightened his back, letting his bones make a soft, cracking sound under the pressure.

"Unfortunately, your field is not stable enough."

Moen's expression froze.

The next moment, the Thunder Spear suddenly lit up with blue and white lightning.

Xilun gripped the gun with both hands, and the power of the abyss surged forth from his dantian.

The gun, which had been firmly suppressed by the field, emitted a clear and long cry, and the phantom of the Thunder Eagle, which was entrenched within it, opened its eyes.

"Give me the town!"

Moen roared, pressing all five fingers against the array plate simultaneously.

boom!

The pressure from the mountains and rocks pressed down on Xilun.

The ground beneath his feet cracked open, and blood began to seep from the wound on his chest, which had not yet healed.

But his back remained straight, his arm muscles tense, and the tip of his spear slowly pierced the town-suppressing stone beneath his feet.

"You think you can break through with brute force?"

Moen's forehead was sweating, but a cold smile still lingered on his lips.

"This area connects to the entire mountain range. The harder you stab, the stronger the rebound will be. Even a third-tier peak expert would be crushed by the force!"

"Who said I was going to break through with brute force?"

Faint lightning patterns appeared deep within Xilun's eyes.

The Thunder Spear trembled suddenly when it was only half a foot away from the stone slab.

It wasn't just one tremor.

In a very short moment, the angle changed thirteen times in succession.

The spear tip avoided the hardest main pattern on the town-suppressing stone and precisely pierced through the gaps where several forces converged.

Master-level Cang Lei Spear Technique has long since transcended the limitations of specific moves.

Whether it's human strength, weapon weaknesses, or the power of a field, as long as there's a gap in their operation, it can become a crack torn open by the spearhead.

Click!

The first fine crack broke.

The array plate in Moen's hand trembled violently, and a bloody gash immediately appeared on his palm.

"impossible!"