Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

But just two seconds later, the tree demon re-locked onto Lin Mu's aura while he was invisible, and the ground beneath its feet trembled once more.

The Flash had a one-second cooldown remaining, but the Treant didn't give it that second; the ground spikes had already pierced through from beneath its feet.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Clang..." Another muffled sound rang out, and his mouth opened into an "O" shape again.

This time he didn't administer the medicine, because the cooling effect would be complete in a second, so he decided to go outside first.

One second later, before the ground had moved, it appeared.

A flash of white light, and he appeared next to the torch at a distance of 305 meters.

Lin Mu stood there, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Fighting this tree demon is a real pain in the ass.

But Lin Mu didn't foolishly wait. The damage from the green poison alone was too slow, and more importantly, his testicles couldn't withstand it.

He disassembled the body, took out equipment from his storage bag, and dressed the skeleton piece by piece.

Then Lin Mu patted its shoulder blade and pointed in the direction of the tree spirit.

The skeleton, carrying the dragon slayer, strode into the mist.

25 seconds later, Lin Mu saw through the skeleton's vision that the skeleton had moved to a position 50 meters away from the tree spirit.

The soil was dark red, the mist was grayish-white, and the outline of the towering tree was faintly visible in the mist.

The skeleton continued running forward, and just as it took a step, the ground beneath its feet suddenly bulged, and a grayish-white spike emerged from the ground, piercing the skeleton's hip bone.

-362.

[HP: 4000/4000→3638/4000]

The skeleton didn't stop; it kept running.

After running about 25 meters, just 2.5 seconds later, there was another jolt underfoot, and a second spike emerged from the ground, piercing the skeleton's hip bone between its two legs.

-358.

[HP: 3646/4000→3288/4000]

The skeleton continued running forward, and after another 2.5 seconds it finally reached the tree spirit. Just as it stood still with a foot between it and the tree spirit, a third spike emerged from its feet and pierced the skeleton's groin.

-342.

[HP: 3300/4000→2958/4000]

Despite taking heavy damage, the skeleton raised the Dragon Slayer sword and slashed down at the tree trunk, which was stained dark red by the red poison.

Brush, -872.

Brush, -767.

Brush, -801.

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With the blessing of the Eight-Character Slash, the skeleton's Dragon Slayer Sword swings incredibly fast, delivering five strikes in two seconds. Furthermore, due to the high damage amplification from the Luck 9 Red Poison, each strike deals an average of 800 damage.

The health bar tugged back and forth between the treant's attacks and the skeleton's life steal and regeneration, dropping a lot, then rising a little, then dropping a lot again, then rising a little again. With the life steal and regeneration, the skeleton could barely withstand one more attack.

The treant attacks every 2.5 seconds. Due to reduced melee damage, each attack deals an average of 340 damage. The skeleton can withstand a maximum of 9 hits, which is 22.5 seconds.

Aside from the first time when it can attack for a full 22.5 seconds, after that, considering the time lost when it goes in, is revived by Lin Mu, runs over to pick up equipment, and then re-equips it, the skeleton can only output damage for about 20 seconds each time it goes in, dealing 50 hits, which is 40000 points of damage.

In total, each poison lasts for 10 minutes, and the skeleton can only enter 9 times.

With the poison damage combined with the skeletons' output, it can deal 36 damage in 10 minutes, and 216 million damage in an hour.

Even the Rainbow Demon Lord couldn't withstand this damage for two hours; I wonder how long this Tree Demon can last. He even feels he could challenge a boss with 21 billion HP in the Heart Sutra server.

After Lin Mu finished calculating the costs, he felt much more at ease. It seemed that his poison injury was laughable in front of the skeleton. However, at least his testicles were safe.

And so, Lin Mu would go in again and again to apply the red and green poison, then run out in exasperation, only to have the skeleton run in again to assassinate him from a distance.

Go in to apply the poison when it's almost time, then come out feeling awful...

Back and forth.

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Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the tree demon, a full three kilometers away from the towering tree, a group of people were stationed at the edge of the rotten land.

The ground beneath my feet had turned from dark red to grayish-black. Although it was still barren, at least it was no longer as soft as stepping on the flesh of some living creature.

The cloying, putrid smell in the air had faded somewhat, but the pungent, burnt odor remained, mixed with the fog, making one's chest feel stuffy and uneasy.

Chapter 199 The Tree Demon Falls to the Ground

The mage who had his eye on Lin Mu stood at the front of the group, leaning on his bone jade scepter, his chin held high, his gaze piercing through the mist as he looked toward the tree demon.

He wore a cloak of a mage, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, and a thumb-sized sapphire embedded in his belt, which gleamed with a cold light in the dim light of the sky.

He was followed by dozens of people, including a male Taoist priest with a bruised and swollen face.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a ghostly battle suit whose color was no longer discernible. His face was covered in bruises, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth. He kept his head down, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

The sorcerer turned his head and stared at the male Taoist priest. His voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as a knife: "You mean, that person went in and headed towards the tree demon?"

The Taoist priest dared not raise his head, his voice trembling: "Young...Young Master, it's absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes."

The monk frowned slightly and raised his chin even higher: "Then why didn't you go with them?"

The Taoist priest's legs began to tremble, and his voice grew softer and softer: "Young master, that's the tree demon's territory... Look at this land, from here on, not a blade of grass grows, not even a living thing. Further in, the rotten ground gets softer and softer, the fog gets thicker and thicker. For so many years, no one has dared to go in. Who knows what the tree demon has grown into? This... who would dare to go there?"

The sorcerer narrowed his eyes, his lips curled down, and suddenly raised his hand to slap the Taoist across the face. The crisp, loud "smack" echoed across the empty, decaying ground.

The Taoist priest staggered from the blow, covered his face, and dared not utter a sound.

The monk's voice rose several decibels, sharp as if cutting glass: "I just said that person went in, and now you're asking me who dares to go in? Useless thing!"

He pointed into the depths of the fog, his finger trembling, "Go in and find it!"

The Taoist priest knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the hard, gray-black ground. His voice was trembling with sobs as he cried, "Young Master, Young Master, going into this place is certain death! Three thousand members of the Iron Blood Alliance haven't come out yet, if I go in, I'll just be throwing my life away, Young Master!"

The sorcerer's face turned red with anger. He stepped forward and kicked the Taoist in the shoulder, causing the Taoist to roll over and lie face down on the ground. He quickly got up and knelt down again.

The monk, still not satisfied, kicked him twice more, punched and kicked him until he was sweating profusely, standing there panting and glaring at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest lay on the ground, his face covered in blood from his nose, trembling all over, but he refused to get up or go any further inside.

The monk, panting heavily, raised his foot again, about to kick again, when the voluptuous female monk in his arms reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

The female mage wore a well-tailored demon robe with a low neckline, revealing her white chest through the mist.

She leaned on the monk's shoulder, her voice sweet and soft, like a sticky rice ball coated in honey: "Brother, stop hitting him, it won't do any good even if you kill him."

She drew circles on the monk's chest with her finger. "Maybe that person isn't dead yet. He might come out on his own in a few days. If we really can't wait for him, it means he's really dead. Then we can send someone in to check. Don't let this person upset your brother."

The male Taoist priest quickly prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, his voice urgent and rapid: "Yes, yes, young master, I'll stay here and keep watch for a few days. Maybe that person isn't dead and will come out on his own? If it really doesn't work out, I'll go in and investigate. It won't delay your business, young master, it won't delay..."

The monk looked down at the Taoist priest lying on the ground, then at the voluptuous woman in his arms who was winking at him, and his anger slowly subsided.

He snorted, kicked the Taoist priest in the shoulder, and cursed, "Useless trash."

This mage was none other than the one who had tried to use the Holy Word spell on the skeleton of the Holy Forest Shepherd in the Path of Thunder.

Back then, he led a group of people, with a voluptuous female mage by his side, and roamed freely in the Path of Thunder. Whenever he saw a skeleton, he would try to use it to his advantage.

The female mage in his arms at this moment was clearly not the same one as before. This female mage was more voluptuous, with larger breasts, a thinner waist, and a coquettish voice that gave people goosebumps.

Later, the mage was humiliated by Lin Mu's skeleton and held a grudge against him.

This time, they set their sights on Lin Mu's straw hat and face mask, chasing him all the way to the tree demon's territory, determined not to let him go easily.

The sorcerer left the bruised and battered Taoist priest and a few followers behind, telling them to stay where they were. Then, he took the woman in his arms and left with the rest of the group without looking back.

The rotten ground fell silent again, and the mist slowly rolled in.

The Taoist priest lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to get up for a long time.

Only when the footsteps had completely faded away did he slowly get up, wipe the blood from his face, sit down by the torch, and stare intently into the depths of the fog, filled with both fear and hatred, without uttering a sound.

-

At this moment, Lin Mu was outside the tree demon's attack range, rubbing his balls and pondering.

Lin Mu had been grinding the tree demon for five hours, and it was still not dead. He estimated that the tree demon had 12 million HP.

However, Lin Mu could see from the skeleton's perspective that the tree demon's health bar was almost empty.

The tree spirit's dark red trunk was covered with cracks, and its grayish-white crown no longer swayed gently as before, but drooped somewhat, like an old tree that was truly about to die.

The skeleton stood in the middle of the small bridge, a body length away, the white and dark red light on the Dragon Slayer Blade flashing alternately as it slashed and assassinated.

After holding out for another half hour, the skeleton charged in once more and delivered the final stab.

Suddenly, a burst of white light erupted from the Dragon Slayer Blade, and a transparent wind blade shot out from the tip, silently slicing through the largest scar on the tree trunk.

The tree trunk trembled violently, and then, "crack, crack..."

The deafening roar was like a tree splitting in two, the sound of wood breaking echoing across the empty, decaying ground, making Lin Mu's eardrums ache.

One by one, the grayish-white branches on the tree crown broke off and fell down with a clatter, crashing onto the ground and into the pond, splashing up a cloud of black mud.

The twisted faces on the tree bark opened their mouths at the same time, emitting silent screams. Countless wails of the dead surged from the depths of the tree trunk, as if the resentment sealed for thousands of years had finally found an outlet, soaring into the sky, shrill and piercing, rolling and spreading in the mist, spreading in all directions.

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At the same time, the Golden Guards and their subordinates who were clearing monsters in the Hall of the Overlord stopped their work.

Some people looked up, staring blankly in the direction of the tree spirit; some dropped their weapons; some covered their ears; and some turned pale and their legs trembled.

An old Jinwu guard leaned against a pillar, unable to stand up for a long time.

In the mining area, several miners who were picking up things threw down the ore they were holding, suddenly squatted down on the ground, held their heads, and muttered something, but no one could hear them.

Inside the secret passage, a group of adventurers who were resting stood up at the same time, looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Chapter 200 The Monster's Disturbance

The resentment was like a gust of wind, blowing from the direction of the tree demon, passing through the rotten land, through the Hall of Overlords, through the Netherworld Corridor, through the crisscrossing paths, and through the secret passages, causing everyone in the Sealed Demon Valley to feel a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts, as if someone had gripped their heart and made it hard to breathe.