Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 661 Turning Against Each Other, Fighting

His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly adjusted the space.

Kesilon's second shot had already fallen.

The power carried by the spear tip was not violent, but rather concentrated like a fine needle, precisely piercing through the weakest point of the earth's energy.

The second line shattered.

Then came the third course.

Boom!

The entire town-suppressing stone suddenly shattered.

The immense earth energy that had been pressing down on Xilun lost its support and, like a torrent crashing against a reef, swirled back along the three eddy currents.

Moen was the first to be affected.

The array plate shattered in his hand, with more than a dozen fragments embedded in his palm and chest.

The old man screamed and flew backward, his back slamming heavily against the rocks, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

The patterns beneath Fick and Bran's feet exploded simultaneously.

Caught off guard, the two men's legs were thrown off by the tumbling mud and rocks.

The pale yellow light that enveloped the depression flickered violently for a moment.

The field did not immediately dissipate, but it completely lost its original balance.

Sometimes heavy pressure crashed down on the giant beast, and sometimes it squeezed the three of them, Moen, in a frenzy.

"You understood the field all along?"

Moen clutched his chest, staring at Xilen with a mixture of shock and anger.

"I know a little bit."

Xilun pulled his legs out of the collapsed mud pit and repeated his previous answer.

Only now did the three realize that Xilun's previous act of not understanding the field was all an act.

He not only knew from the beginning that there was a problem in the southwest corner, but he also waited until the field was fully activated before he took action to destroy the most critical node.

Ignoring his shock, Fick rolled over and got up.

"Kill him first!"

The blade flashed through the air.

Despite being a seasoned veteran, even when the field collapsed, Fick did not completely lose his composure.

He slashed at Xilun's nape with his sword, while simultaneously raising a handful of black powder with his left hand.

The powder dispersed, carrying a pungent, fishy smell, clearly indicating it was highly poisonous.

Xilun used the Canglang Step, his figure moving half a step to the side, close to the blade.

Instead of piercing Fick, the Thunder Spear suddenly sank down and struck a nearby domain-suppressing stone that was still glowing.

boom!

The Zhenyu Stone changed position, and the remaining earth energy shifted instantly.

The air around Fick suddenly froze.

His body suddenly sank, and the long sword deviated from its original trajectory, almost grazing Xilun's shoulder as it slashed through the air.

"not good!"

A sense of foreboding washed over Fick, and he wanted to back away.

A agonizing roar came from the center of the depression.

The giant beast, which had been besieged for a long time, finally broke free from the mud.

All the thorns on its back were spread out, each one stained with dark red blood.

Its abdominal opening contracted violently, swallowing the remaining earth energy in one gulp.

The next moment, the giant beast's body suddenly swelled up.

A visible heat wave suddenly spread out from it.

The decaying leaves on the ground instantly withered and died.

As soon as Fick turned his head, he saw a long tongue covered in barbs coming straight at him.

He hurriedly swung his sword and slashed down.

The blade collided with the long tongue, and the chaotic energy surged into the arm along the blade.

His five fingers felt as if they were being pricked by countless fine needles, and he briefly lost sensation.

Her long tongue wrapped around his waist, and she suddenly pulled him backward.

"Mount, help me!"

Fick's feet left the ground, and the sneer on his face finally turned into terror.

Despite his injuries, Moen manipulated the broken array plate, attempting to suppress the giant beast once more.

But Xilun raised his hand and fired a shot, shattering the guiding stone slab next to him.

boom!

The pressure of the field did not fall on the behemoth, but instead enveloped Fick.

His body stiffened, and he could no longer struggle as the long tongue dragged him toward the ever-opening abdomen.

"Lund!"

"Stop! We can divide it again!"

In a panic, Fick swung his sword, slashing at the giant beast's body and sending sparks flying.

Xilun simply watched calmly.

No one's life is given away for free.

These are the words that Fick said before he went into the mountains.

Now it has fallen back on him exactly as it was.

"what!"

The fine teeth in its belly bit down on Fick's legs.

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.

Fick let out a piercing scream and desperately plunged his longsword into the ground in an attempt to steady himself.

But the suction force from the beast's belly suddenly increased, pulling the man and his knife inward together.

Seeing this, Bran roared and pounced, hacking at the giant beast's long tongue with his double axes.

He didn't really want to save Fick.

He just knew that once Fick died, he would be next.

The axe blade sliced ​​through the long tongue's skin, spraying his face with foul-smelling beast blood. The behemoth cried out in pain, its back thorns sweeping across like long whips.

Bran crossed his two axes in front of his chest.

boom!

He was sent flying more than ten steps, and the axe in his hand flew out of his grasp.

At the same time, Fick was finally dragged completely into the flesh.

The enormous mouth closed rapidly.

A chilling sound of bones cracking echoed from the beast's belly. Fick's screams lasted only three breaths before abruptly ceasing.

Fresh blood gushed out from the gaps in the flesh.

The giant beast's body trembled violently, and its wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It devoured more than just Fick's flesh and blood.

Even the remaining strength in Fick's body, his leather armor, the potion bottle at his waist, and his longsword were all taken away.

Chew thoroughly for digestion.

Moen's face turned deathly pale.

The situation is completely out of control.

The ferocious beast, which had been at their mercy, was rapidly recovering its strength after devouring a third-tier extraordinary being.

The young people who should have become living stakes instead stand in key positions in the broken field, able to manipulate the residual pressure at any time.

"Lund!"

Moen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said urgently, "We were just bewitched. Fike is dead, let's just let this matter drop! You can have all the Thunder Spirit Fruit, and we don't want the beast materials!"

Bran dragged his injured leg back to his side, nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, you can have everything!"

"We'll help you stabilize the area. You can't kill it alone without us!"

As the two were talking, the giant beast turned its dark red vertical pupils toward them.

During the earlier attack, Bran's axe left the deepest wound on it.

The alien species may lack human intelligence, but they will still hold grudges.

Xilun took a half-step back, just enough to clear the way for the giant beast's charge.

"you're right."

He looked at Moen and said, "It will indeed be a bit more troublesome for me to kill it by myself."

Just as a glimmer of hope appeared in Moen's eyes, he heard Xilun continue, "So you guys use it up for me first."

The giant beast exerted force with all four limbs simultaneously.

The massive, thorn-covered body crashed down with a deafening roar.

The color drained from Moen and Bran's faces instantly.

"Stop it!"

Moen's voice was shrill, devoid of any composure as a master of the field.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the broken array plate.

The previously dim patterns lit up again, and the three domain-suppressing stones on the north side of the depression rose up simultaneously.

The pale yellow earth vapor transformed into a blurry stone wall, blocking his and Bran's path.

boom!

The giant beast crashed into the stone wall.

A dull, resounding roar echoed through the valley, and large boulders rained down from the surrounding cliffs.

The stone wall held up for only a moment before spiderweb-like cracks appeared in its center.

The thorns on the giant beast's body pierced into it, as if they were stabbing into flesh, frantically devouring the gathered earth energy.

Moen's face turned from white to green.

Each thorn that draws power is equivalent to drawing a portion of his strength away from him.

"Bran!"

"Cut off its eyes!"

Bran suppressed his fear and lunged out from the side.

He discarded the heavy double-edged axe, gripping only the remaining short axe, and poured all his strength into the blade.

The giant beast was busy ramming into the stone wall and seemed oblivious to his approach.

A ruthless glint flashed in Bran's eyes.

Even if they lose an eye, they might still have a chance to escape.

The short axe cleaved through the heatwave, coming within a foot of the giant beast's left eye.

But at that moment, the dark red vertical pupil suddenly turned and stared at him coldly.

Bran's heart sank.

The scales on the left shoulder blade of the giant beast suddenly flipped open.

Seven or eight thick thorns were launched out at the same time.

puff!

Two thorns at the very front pierced through Bran's shoulder and lower abdomen, lifting him into the air.

His axe continued to fall due to inertia, but only left a faint white mark on the giant beast's eyelid.

"Get out of here!"

Bran gripped the thorns piercing his abdomen with both hands, trying desperately to pull them out.

More tiny barbs emerge from the surface of the thorns, hooking firmly into the flesh.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed my consciousness like a tidal wave.

What terrified him even more was that his internal energy was rapidly draining away.

The thorns devoured his strength while injecting scalding liquid into his wounds.

Bran could clearly feel the flesh near his abdomen hardening, as if some kind of seed was being driven into it.

The next moment, several sharp black dots bulged up from under his skin.

"No!"

Bran's pupils contracted violently.

The black spots tore open the skin and grew into tiny thorns.

These substances nourished his flesh and blood and strength, and spread throughout his entire abdomen in just a few breaths.

"Help me, Moen!"

"Get me down!"

Bran's voice had changed.

Moen didn't even glance at it.

While the giant beast was attacking Bran, the old man suddenly took out a grayish-white bone fragment from his pocket and crushed it forcefully.

A semi-transparent film covered his entire body, his aura quickly faded, and even the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely.

This is a hidden relic he acquired by spending most of his savings.

It was originally intended to be used to guard against other hunters who might appear after killing Siron.

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself now, I just want to get away from here as soon as possible.

Moen bent low to the ground and moved silently into the dense forest.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

As long as he leaves the depression and hides in the woods, he is confident he can escape the ferocious beast.

As for Bran, he can only stay here to buy time.

However, when he was still ten steps from the edge of the forest, a bluish-white arc of lightning suddenly struck in front of him.

boom!

The soil exploded, and the Thunder Spear was stuck diagonally into the ground.

The residual lightning on the gun tore a hole in the translucent film, and Moen staggered out, his face full of astonishment.

Xilun stood on a protruding rock to the side.

Where are you going?

"Lund, do you really intend to wipe them all out?"

Moen's eyes were filled with resentment. "The three of us were merely driven by greed, yet you have already killed Fick and now you want to use the beast to kill Bran! If you are willing to spare my life, I am willing to give you everything."

"No need."

Xilun raised his hand and gestured.

The Thunder Spear trembled violently, flew up from the soil, and landed back in his palm.

"I'll take it myself when you're dead."

"you!"

Moen was so angry that he trembled all over.

He has lived for over sixty years, and through his field techniques, he has unknowingly killed countless extraordinary beings stronger than himself.

After falling into the trap, some cursed loudly, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some offered huge rewards.

But no one has ever been as calm as Siren.

It was as if, from beginning to end, the three of them were the prey lured into the trap.

The screams behind him suddenly rose in intensity.

Bran finally tore through a thorn, but couldn't break free.

The giant beast swung its body, slamming him heavily to the ground.

boom!

Bran's back slammed into the rocks, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

The thorns that had sprouted from his body had pierced his skin, like a cluster of blood-stained black branches, shaking wildly in his abdomen and chest.

"Moun!"

"You old codger, don't even think about leaving me behind!"

Bran was driven to utter madness by the fear of near-death.

He pulled a small red bottle from his waist and stuffed it, bottle and all, into his mouth and chewed it up.

The violent drug power surged through his body instantly.

Bran's previously weakening aura suddenly surged, blood seeped from his pores, and his body swelled up.

He stopped trying to break free and instead clung tightly to the thorns piercing his body with both arms.

"We'll die together!"

Bran roared as he pulled a black thorn from his chest and plunged it into the giant beast's eye socket.

puff!

Warm beast blood sprayed out.

The giant beast's left eye was pierced, and it let out a deafening roar.

It suddenly opened its massive jaws and bit down on Bran's upper body.

The jagged teeth pierced through muscles and bones, and Bran's roar turned into a piercing scream.

The giant beast's head swung from side to side.

Fresh blood rained down all around.

Bran's body was torn in two, the lower half still hanging on the thorns, while the upper half was swallowed whole by the giant beast.

Gudong.

A swallowing sound was heard.

After the flesh and blood entered the abdominal cavity, the vertical fleshy opening also began to writhe violently.

Numerous granulation tissues gushed out around the beast's injured left eye. Although the eyeball did not immediately recover, the bleeding quickly stopped.

It turned its head, and its remaining vertical pupil looked at Moen.

The last trace of toughness on the old man's face vanished.

"Rend, no, Your Excellency!"

Moen's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"I was wrong! I was blind and shouldn't have schemed against you!"

"I can serve you. I understand the field, I know tracking, and I even know several hidden ruins. If you let me go, I'm willing to swear that I will never betray you again!"

His teeth were chattering as he spoke.

Before death truly approaches, he can calmly arrange for others to die, and laugh as he watches his companions being devoured.

But when the blood-soaked beast approached him, he realized that the ruthlessness he had accumulated over the decades could not suppress the instinctive fear in his body.

With each step the giant beast took, the ground trembled slightly.

It did not charge immediately.

It seems to enjoy the scent of its prey's fear.

Moen moved backward on his knees, his knees bleeding from being scraped by the gravel.

"Sir, I have 1,700 pounds of gold notes and three bottles of superior potions in my bag!"

"Please save me!"