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

Its massive body was thrown backward by the enormous impact, shifting half a meter, its sharp claws carving four deep furrows into the igneous rock.

The failed sneak attack completely exposed my position.

"roar--!"

After regaining its footing, the mutated pangolin suddenly turned its head and stared intently at the boulder where I was hiding.

It let out a deafening, ferocious roar that was neither bull nor tiger.

The murderous intent in his eyes seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

However, it did not pounce immediately, but instead turned around abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the tail, covered in sharp barbs, lashed out with tremendous force into the lava river beside it.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the calm lava river instantly erupted into chaos.

Driven by the mutated pangolin's terrifying power and fire-controlling instinct, a dark red wave of magma, several meters high and more than ten meters wide, carrying an intensely high temperature that could incinerate everything, swept towards the boulder where I was hiding.

Before the scorching heat wave even got close, I felt as if the air around me was about to burst into flames.

Faced with this wave of lava that could instantly turn a person into ashes, I did not choose to retreat.

In this cramped underground space, simply hiding will only lead to a passive and vulnerable situation.

My eyes narrowed, and the evil core within my body began to operate wildly to its limit.

The golden and jade-like luster roared through my meridians, and a massive aura of malevolence burst forth from my body.

This malevolent energy quickly condensed on my body, forming a visible jade-colored shield that completely enveloped me.

At the same time, my right hand, which had been resting on the zipper of the guitar bag behind me, suddenly pulled down.

"Zheng—!"

With a crisp clang, I drew the black knife.

The moment the black sword was drawn, the fine water ripples on its surface seemed to come alive.

A surge of bloodthirsty energy, carrying the endless resentment from the mass grave, erupted suddenly.

This chilling and malevolent aura collided violently with the oncoming heat wave, creating visible white shockwaves in the air.

"break!"

I gave a low shout and suddenly exerted force with both legs, the explosive physical power flowing from my waist and abdomen to my legs.

With a "bang," the ground beneath my feet was stomped into a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks.

Immediately, I charged straight into the overwhelming wave of lava.

While I was in mid-air, I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly with both hands and slashed down fiercely at the dark red wall of fire in front of me.

The non-reflective properties of the black blade were on full display at this moment.

In the dark red firelight, the blade seemed to disappear.

Only that violent, bloodthirsty aura transformed into a chilling, black blade of light, forcefully cleaving the magma wave in two.

The scorching lava brushed past my sides and landed on the rocks behind me, making a hissing sound.

I passed through the magma barrier and landed steadily on that igneous rock that wasn't very large.

"roar!"

The mutated pangolin's eyes blazed with even more fury when it saw that I had actually broken through its magma attack.

Without the slightest pause, it exerted force with all four limbs simultaneously, transforming its massive body into a burning heavy tank.

It charged towards me with a foul stench and suffocating heat.

As it charged, sharp blades, several centimeters long and gleaming with a cold light, suddenly sprang out from its two front claws, aimed straight at my chest.

Close-quarters combat, that's exactly what I want.

On this narrow igneous rock, its massive size actually becomes a limitation.

I didn't try to withstand its impact; instead, I slid to the left at an extremely tricky angle.

Just as the mutated pangolin's hot claws grazed my jacket, even scorching a corner of it, the moment came.

I gripped the knife with both hands, twisted my waist sharply, and channeled all my strength into my arms.

The black blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, traced a stealthy arc in the darkness, slashing fiercely towards the mutated pangolin's neck on the side.

"clang--!"

The blade struck the iron-gray scales on its neck with a deafening thud.

Instantly, a powerful recoil force, so strong it made one's wrist ache, surged forth along the hilt of the knife.

I frowned slightly, and the Mountain-Shaking Force within my body instantly circulated.

At the same time, the muscles in his arms tensed up suddenly, forcefully deflecting the recoil into the igneous rock beneath his feet, creating a cloud of fine stone dust.

Although the black knife was sharp, the defensive capabilities of this mutated pangolin that had become a spirit were truly formidable.

It spends most of its time lying on the edge of the fire vein, and its iron-gray scales have long been tempered by the fire from the earth's core to be harder than alloy.

This black blade, capable of easily cutting through steel, failed to sever its neck despite my powerful strike, even with the enhancement of my jade-colored baleful energy.

The sharp blade only managed to shatter the outermost few hard scales on its neck before cutting deep into its flesh.

Then a handful of dark red blood, carrying an astonishingly high temperature, splattered from its wound.

The scalding blood of the beasts spilled onto the igneous rock, instantly hissing and turning into a plume of white smoke with a strong, fishy smell.

They failed to kill him in one blow.

This was unexpected, but also reasonable.

However, although the blow did not kill it, the blood and evil energy from the mass grave that entered its body through the wound caused it unbearable pain.

"roar--!"

The mutated pangolin let out a mournful and ferocious roar.

The excruciating pain in its neck caused the already irritable beast to completely lose its mind and descend into madness.

With that roar, the temperature in the surrounding air suddenly soared.

At this moment, its enormous body, which had previously only faintly emitted high temperatures, underwent an astonishing transformation.

From the gaps in its iron-gray scales, clusters of real crimson flames suddenly burst forth.

In the blink of an eye, the flames completely enveloped its body, transforming it into a veritable fiery beast.

Moreover, its vertical, dark yellow pupils also emitted angry flames.

It suddenly opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and a blinding red light surged from deep in its throat.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing pillar of fire, as thick as a bucket and with the power to incinerate everything, shot directly toward my face.

This beast can actually breathe real flames!

Faced with this sudden and fierce attack, my eyes narrowed, and I immediately abandoned my plan to continue the pursuit.

I gripped the black knife tightly with both hands, pushed off the igneous rock with my toes, and slid backward rapidly like an arrow released from a bow.