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

In mid-air, I concentrated all my weight, the physical strength from the Mountain-Shaking Force, and the violent, ferocious aura of the black blade onto a single point at the tip of the blade.

With unstoppable momentum, I pierced the mutated pangolin's belly, like a falling black meteor, with all my might!

Faced with my swift and decisive strike that came from the sky...

The mutated pangolin, lying face up on the igneous rock with its hind legs tightly bound by the invisible mirage dragon silk, had no time to make any effective evasive maneuvers this time!

"Sizzle—!"

A chilling sound of flesh being torn apart echoed through the empty underground mine.

Indeed, as Shi Cuishan said, this place is its Achilles' heel.

The black blade's incomparably sharp tip pierced directly through the palm-sized white reverse scale in the center of its abdomen, without the indestructible feeling it had when cutting into the iron-gray scales before.

The blade merely sliced ​​into a slightly thicker piece of leather before smoothly disappearing deep into the pangolin's abdominal cavity.

The instant the blade pierced through, I released all suppression of the malevolent energy.

The raging, bloodthirsty energy accumulated within the black blade surged into the pangolin's body through the wound like a black flood bursting its banks.

This extremely yin and malevolent energy clashed violently with the fire-attribute energy within the pangolin's body.

It instantly ravaged its internal organs.

"Awooo—"

Immediately, the mutated pangolin let out an extremely shrill scream.

Its massive body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, its front paws flailing wildly in mid-air, trying to throw me off.

But I gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, and my legs were rooted to the igneous rock.

No matter how much it struggled, the black knife remained firmly embedded in its vital spot.

This violent process of destruction did not last long.

The fatal wound, where the internal organs were completely shredded by the malevolent energy, quickly drained all the life force from this strange beast.

Its waving forepaws gradually lost their strength, and it crashed heavily onto the rocks.

The fierce, raging light in those dark yellow vertical pupils quickly dimmed.

In the end, it turned into ashes.

After struggling violently for a few moments, the mutated pangolin died completely.

Its massive body, like a collapsed hill, lay quietly in the dark red firelight.

I slowly pulled out the black knife, and with a slight flick of my wrist, I shook off the hot blood droplets that clung to the blade and onto the ground.

Looking at the enormous corpse at my feet, I took a few deep breaths to calm the surging blood and qi within me.

But at the same time, a strange feeling involuntarily arose in my heart.

This beast's defense and vitality are indeed astonishing, and it is truly a genuine fire-attribute spirit.

However, during our exchange just now, aside from the fact that I startled it awake and it turned around for the first time to unleash that overwhelming wave of lava to attack me...

Throughout the rest of the battle, its offensive methods appeared to be very simplistic.

Its body was engulfed in flames, and it spewed out scorching pillars of fire. These seemingly terrifying moves were more like a manifestation of the energy stored in its inner core and its innate talents.

Deep within this underground fire vein lies a vast and inexhaustible supply of fire-attribute earth energy.

If it were a human sorcerer who knew how to cultivate, or one of those ancient demons who had lived for hundreds of years...

It will definitely trigger the surrounding magma and earth energy, forming an overwhelming home field to strangle me.

However, apart from the added benefit of the ambient temperature, I feel that this pangolin did not make the most of its home ground and environmental advantages.

It's like a brute who has the key to a treasure trove but doesn't know how to open the door.

Could it be that although this guy has lived long enough, his intelligence has not been fully developed, and he does not yet know how to use these deep-seated ley line powers?

Or perhaps, my combo was too fast and too tight.

From waking it up, probing with bone needles, clashing with magma, engaging in close combat, to setting up a tripwire trap with mirage dragon silk.

The entire process was interconnected, putting it completely on the defensive and unable to stop and communicate with or mobilize the earth's energy in this fiery vein.

I shook my head, held the black knife diagonally in my hand, and temporarily suppressed these doubts in my heart.

In any case, I've taken care of that troublesome beast.

The most urgent task now is to take its inner core, go back to Shi Cuishan to complete the transaction, and forge that scabbard.

I crouched down and used the tip of my black knife to forcefully pry open the wound on its abdomen, following the gaps in its scales.

Without its own initiative to defend itself, its tough flesh was easily sliced ​​open by the black knife.

Looking up, deep within its abdomen, which was utterly destroyed by malevolent energy, lay a crimson demon core, about the size of an infant's fist, lying quietly in a pool of blood.

A faint red light flowed across the surface of this demon core.

Even from a short distance, I could still sense an extremely pure fire-attribute energy contained within it.

Just as I reached out my left hand, preparing to take out the fire-attribute demon core.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

A crisp, slow clapping sound suddenly came from the direction of the mine entrance I had come in from not far away.

Accompanying the applause was a steady and powerful sound of footsteps.

In this underground mine where there was no sound except for the churning of lava, the sudden sound was particularly jarring and eerie.

Is there another hidden scheme at play?!

A sudden chill ran through me, and I instantly retracted my outstretched left hand, my muscles, which had been somewhat relaxed, tensing up to their limit once more.

I pushed off with my feet, turned around and stood up, gripping the black knife tightly in my right hand, my eyes sweeping towards the entrance like lightning.

In the dim red glow of the firelight, a figure that was not particularly tall was slowly walking along the rocky edge of the mine tunnel into the huge underground cavern.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, my heart sank, and my eyes instantly turned cold.

Because it was none other than someone else who came.

It was the reclusive craftsman who, just an hour or two earlier, had been in that dilapidated courtyard in Qing Shi Town, meticulously instructing me on the weaknesses and habits of the sentient beast beneath my feet.

Stone Quenching Mountain!

At this moment, although Shi Cuishan was still wearing the coarse cloth clothes he wore when he was blacksmithing, his entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his steps steady.

His eyes also revealed a sense of superiority and confidence.

Seeing him appear in this place where he shouldn't be, my brain raced and I quickly realized what was going on.