What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

At this moment, a dark red halo gradually appeared in the darkness ahead.

Along with the halo came a dull, gurgling sound, similar to the rolling and flowing of a viscous liquid.

I slowed my pace and suppressed my breathing.

His right hand rested lightly on the zipper of the guitar bag behind him.

After passing through the last narrow and rugged section of the mine tunnel, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

I successfully reached the deepest part of this abandoned ancient mine.

What appeared in my sensory network and in my field of vision was an enormous underground space.

Looking at the jagged, fractured rock layers around it, it seems that this place was a huge mine pit that was forcibly created by a massive landslide many years ago.

In the center of the cave, a dark red lava river, about ten meters wide, was slowly and viscous, radiating a suffocatingly high temperature.

The churning bubbles burst on the surface of the magma, sending up deadly sparks that illuminated the entire vast underground space in a dark red glow.

The fire elemental energy here is extremely concentrated.

Even with the protective energy pill, I could still feel a slight heat seeping into my body through my pores.

I stood behind a boulder at the edge of the cave, and with the help of the dark red light emanating from the lava, I quickly scanned the inside of the cave.

I quickly identified my destination for this trip.

In the center of the lava river, a huge, charred black igneous rock protrudes from the surface of the lava.

On that igneous rock, a colossal creature lay quietly.

Its size is indeed that of an adult wild boar, and its entire body is covered with a layer of hard, iron-gray scales.

Under the dark red firelight, the scales reflected a cold and indestructible metallic luster.

At this moment, the mutated pangolin is in a dormant state.

Its body was slightly curled up, and its head rested on its two sharp claws.

With its long, heavy breathing, a few tiny sparks would occasionally spit out from its nostrils.

The surrounding air visibly distorted with its breathing.

This is the fire-attribute beast that dwells in the underground fire vein and has made Shi Cuishan quite troublesome.

I suppressed my aura and pressed myself against the boulder like a lifeless stone, my eyes fixed on the sleeping mutated pangolin.

From my perspective, it curls up very well.

The hard scales on its back act like a shield, perfectly protecting the fatal white reverse scale on its abdomen.

In this position, it would be virtually impossible to strike its weak point in the abdomen without waking it up.

Since we can't find the perfect angle for a sneak attack...

Then I'll deliberately stir up trouble and alert them!

All things in the universe are mutually generative and mutually destructive.

This mutated pangolin constantly absorbs the scorching earth energy from underground fire veins, and its body is filled with violent fire-attribute power.

Therefore, it must have an almost instinctive aversion to and sensitivity to Yin energy, which is completely opposite to its own attributes.

I took a deep breath and slowed my breathing to a minimum.

Immediately afterwards, with a slight thought, I controlled the slowly rotating evil pill in my dantian.

I didn't release my aura in a grand manner, but carefully extracted a wisp of extremely condensed malevolent energy from it.

Immediately afterwards, I silently sent this wisp of malevolent energy along the swirling hot air currents inside the cave towards the igneous rock in the center of the lava river.

In this underground cavern where the temperature was so high it seemed capable of melting steel, this trace of pure, extremely yin energy was like a drop of ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

It was unusually abrupt and jarring.

Almost the instant that chilling aura drifted above the igneous rock.

The mutated pangolin, which had been sleeping, suddenly stiffened.

Wild animals always have a much sharper instinct for danger and the presence of other creatures than humans.

"hiss--"

With a low hiss, the mutated pangolin's tightly closed eyes snapped open.

Those were vertical pupils, a dark yellow color.

His eyes were filled with anger at being disturbed and wariness of the presence of the outsider.

The iron-gray scales on its back, which were originally tightly attached together, suddenly parted open amidst a series of "clicking" friction sounds.

Immediately afterwards, two plumes of thick smoke mixed with sparks spewed from its nostrils.

In order to find the source of the chilling cold that made it so uncomfortable, the enormous creature finally abandoned its defensive posture.

It slowly stood up.

In that brief moment when it stood up, puffed out its chest, and looked around, its abdomen, which had been tightly protected, was finally exposed to the air.

Indeed, as Shi Cuishan said.

Right in the center of its belly, a palm-sized, pure white scale, as white as jade, came into clear view.

It's now!

My left hand fingers suddenly tightened.

The black bone needles, which had been waiting in his pocket for a long time, were finally released at this moment.

Control your Qi, activate!

"Sizzle!"

A faint, almost negligible whooshing sound came from behind the boulder.

It's a bone needle.

It pierced right through the fabric of my trouser pocket, transforming into a black lightning bolt that was impossible to detect with the naked eye. It clung to the surface of the dark red magma and shot directly at the white reverse scale.

I didn't hold back at all in this attack.

Both my speed and power have reached my peak under normal conditions.

However, I still underestimated this monster.

Just as the black bone needle was about to pierce the white reverse scale after crossing a distance of more than ten meters, the mutated pangolin's dark yellow vertical pupils suddenly contracted into a thin line.

It seemed to sense that deadly crisis.

Relying entirely on its animal instincts, its massive body suddenly twisted to the side on the igneous rock.

This movement was incredibly fast for its heavy size.

"bite--!"

A crisp yet piercing sound of metal clashing resounded through the empty cavern.

The bone needle did not pierce the white reverse scale.

Because of the pangolin's extreme twisting motion, the bone needle, carrying a violent penetrating force, pierced deeply into a piece of iron-gray scale near its ribs on the edge of its abdomen.

The scales, tempered by the earth's fire for countless years, were exceptionally hard.

The sharp tip of the bone needle left a deep white mark on the surface of the scales, bursting into a dazzling shower of sparks.

Moreover, due to the angle, the bone needle slid directly along the sloping surface of the scales and plunged into the rock beneath its feet.

However, this attack did not kill it.

However, the violent power attached to the bone needles still caused the mutated pangolin to let out a painful groan.