Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

Liu Xingmo brandished his blood-dripping darts, sweeping away all the insects in his field of vision.

The wild geese flapped their wings, the shockwaves sending moths flying. A yellow-throated marten swiftly leaped up, killing one giant dragonfly after another.

The situation is barely under control.

Where did these attackers come from? Was the invasion of the Ankylosaurus leaving the Xing'an Mountains vulnerable, allowing outsiders to take advantage of the situation?

I've never even heard of a minor sect like the Blood Path cultivators who focus on controlling insects!

Liu Xingmo stood steadily on the tortoise shell, doing his best to resist the swarm of insects.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past the corner of my eye, and an intense sense of crisis made my brain boil and my heart pound.

The Black Tortoise transforms from hard to soft—the serpent emerges from its cave!

The flying guillotine was flung out like a vicious venomous snake. Its five claws were spread wide, as if trying to bite its enemy.

They're about to catch them!

"Bang!" Liu Xingmo was sent flying by a tremendous force, rolling several times among the withered branches and leaves before finally stopping when he hit a tree root.

Another enemy has arrived!

Seeing stars, he got up and quickly locked his gaze on what lay ahead.

There were two men dressed in black and green robes, surrounded by a thick aura of blood, both of whom were second-tier experts.

One of them asked in a cold voice, "What happened? It wasn't dealt with!"

The other person retorted irritably, "Who do you think that is? A descendant of the Blood Shadow Sect!"

"So what? This turtle is nice, it's mine now."

"Get lost! I saw it first."

The conversation was relaxed, showing no regard for a mere first-tier powerhouse.

Liu Xingmo roared angrily, "You two bastards, do you think I'm dead?"

The two attackers stood motionless, arms crossed, silently sneering.

Countless moths, each the size of a human head, opened and closed their terrifying mandibles, and swarmed forward.

Liu Xingmo frantically circulated his blood energy to eliminate the swelling and bruising on his injured areas. He alternately waved his hands, flinging the blood droplets into a steel protective shield around his body.

The moths, as if chasing the light, rushed forward one after another, only to burst into thick slurry and shells with a crisp sound.

Liu Xingmo felt his arms were burning hot, and his sweat evaporated into solid white vapor, blurring his figure.

One of the attackers frowned: "This guy is extraordinary; the magical weapon he's wielding is incredibly powerful."

The other one didn't respond, his figure flickering away.

Liu Xingmo released the endless flying insects, held the hook claw, and slashed with all his might.

With a clang, the two weapons clashed and collided.

Liu Xingmo retreated eight steps, while the attacker retreated one step.

The attacker didn't give chase. Instead, he tossed his fang-shaped scimitar around and said in a sinister tone, "Wow, impressive! How much flesh and blood did you consume to gain such strength?"

"I only eat cooked food!" Liu Xingmo roared.

In just a few moments, he was swarmed by countless moths, and he struggled violently to shake them off.

He carefully circled around, ignoring the person who attacked him, and instead approached the person standing motionless next to Bao Hei.

This idiot has been hit by a series of misfortunes without even realizing it. Let's make an example of him.

With the distance nearly reached, Liu Xingmo quickened his pace and charged forward.

The attacker, who had been admiring the black armor, snorted and drew a scimitar, stepping forward with an oppressive aura.

Just then, a heavy crab leg, carrying intense wind pressure, suddenly pierced the battlefield.

With a swift twist, the attacker narrowly avoided the crab's leg. Before the attacker could even feel relieved, he suddenly felt a chill in his stomach.

Liu Xingmo darted out like a snake from its hole, and the blood-dripping claws ripped the man's intestines out.

Turning around quickly, he saw another attacker being desperately held back by a yellow-throated marten and a goose. He was stabbing his curved knife into the gray-black pointed head again and again, but he couldn't pull his hand out.

Liu Xingmo then unleashed another swift move, crippling the guy as well.

Fuhei is monitoring another battlefield.

Liu Yizhu and the king crab fought to a critical moment, both of them covered in wounds.

Liu Xingmo dragged the two half-dead attackers to the edge of the battlefield.

He shouted, "Stop! Or I'll kill them!"

The king crab swung its claws forcefully, forcing Liu Yizhu away.

Liu Yizhu quickly retreated to Liu Xingmo's side, took a large jar of blood-qi potion, tilted his head back, and desperately gulped it down.

The king crab, which had been observing for a while, was a little stunned, but soon couldn't sit still and rushed over.

Liu Xingmo suddenly threw the two attackers into the air, and the king crab caught them with its pincers.

By this time, Liu Yizhu had finished drinking the medicine.

His aura surged, his eyes glowed red, he took the chain and grappling hook from his companion, grinned menacingly, and charged at the king crab once more.

Before long, the enormous crab was completely dismantled, with its claws and legs removed, leaving only its bare body.

The two half-dead attackers were also tied up nearby.

Liu Xingmo weighed the hook in his hand and shouted sharply, "Speak! Who are you?"

"My two young masters..." the king crab said weakly, its eyes darting around, "If you count up, we're still family..."

"Who's family with you?" Liu Xingmo grabbed the hook claw and was about to stick it into the gap between the crab's legs.

"No, no, no!" the king crab began to beg for mercy.

Liu Xingmo stopped what he was doing.

At this moment, he grabbed the hook with his other hand and plunged it directly into the crab meat.

"Ouch..." The king crab shrank its eyes.

Liu Yizhu pushed back the hook claw, his face dark with hatred, and said in a hateful voice, "You demonic scoundrel, how could I possibly collude with you?"

Liu Xingmo clicked his tongue in amazement.

Well, maybe what they said is true, and we were originally one family...

When Liu Xingmo looked back, the yellow-throated marten was already dead, its tangled fur covered in wounds and bloodstains.

He pulled out the hook and this time inserted it into the crab meat himself.

He also shouted fiercely, "Demons and wicked people, they deserve to die!"

"Oh dear..." The king crab blinked its eyes, bewildered.

Liu Yizhu walked over to the yellow-throated marten and stroked its no longer soft fur. He sighed and began digging a hole.

Liu Xingmo helped bury the contracted beast.

The three wounded attackers were left aside, their blood draining away.

After a while, the interrogation resumed.

The king crab obediently said, "Young masters, we, the Golden Silkworm Sect, are only here to avoid disaster... We truly have no intention of being your enemies!"

"Hmph!" Liu Yizhu sneered, "As expected, they're using crooked and evil methods, which is why they've been chased all this way."

Liu Xingmo turned around, looked at the mess in the valley, and asked, "Did you release all those insects?"

The king crab honestly replied, "Yes, our techniques are only this useful; they're not worthy of your attention..."

Liu Xingmo then asked, "Are there any larger, older insects?"

The king crab's eyes widened: "Old bugs? Yes, yes, yes! As many as you want! My technique can summon all the bugs from the most remote corners of the world. Big or small, I'll find them all for you!"

Liu Xingmo and Liu Yizhu exchanged a glance and understood what the other was thinking.

"Take these three beasts back!"

"it is good."