Longzang

Chapter 211 Hunter
Wei Yuan reappeared underground in the Netherworld. Nothing seemed amiss, indicating the witch no longer suspected this place. Wei Yuan remained cautious, digging and filling in the tunnel as he went, erasing any trace of his arrival.

When Wei Yuan emerged from the ground, he was inevitably covered in dust and dirt.

Those ghost flies that returned to the Netherworld and were guarding Yuan Daoji did not come back to life; it seems they were truly dead.

There were too many ghost flies in the vast rivers and mountains, and they flew too far and too scattered. Wei Yuan was too lazy to pick them up one by one, so he let them go. In the vast rivers and mountains, the power of eternal silence on their bodies would gradually dissipate, transform, and eventually become part of the Dao foundation.

Wei Yuan's objective in entering the Netherworld was clear: to explore and see if he could capture a few members of the Witch Clan. He had already discovered that while individual Witch Clan members were formidable, their strength diminished when deployed in groups.

The Netherworld remained unchanged, with the sky stretching as far as the eye could see, and a faint light from an unknown source illuminating the world. Many objects within the world also emitted light, providing additional sources of illumination.

The previous exploration proved that the technique of concealing one's aura had significant flaws and could not truly isolate one's presence completely. Wei Yuan almost got himself killed by the witch because of it. Therefore, this time Wei Yuan changed his approach, focusing on concealing his aura to a certain extent rather than completely eliminating it, so as not to affect his movement speed.

Before setting off, Wei Yuan, as usual, predicted the weather: a light breeze, no rain, no flies.

Huh? This spell has evolved?

Wei Yuan temporarily ignored these details and headed towards the Shuli Kingdom. According to the unreliable map from the Dream Eater, it would take Wei Yuan at least a month to reach it at full speed. On a territorial scale, the Netherworld and this world did not seem to correspond.

On a hillside, four wizards are fighting a strange beast.

The strange beast was exceptionally tall, standing upright like a small mountain, reaching a height of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). Its entire body was jet black, but it was mottled with patches, and many parts were translucent, constantly emanating wisps of black mist.

The four wizards had a clear division of labor. The tallest and most robust wizard, with a lower body like a horse and four thick legs, held a giant shield almost as tall as himself and stood at the front.

The beast slammed down with its claw, and he braced himself against it with his shield. Each strike was earth-shattering, sending the shield-wielding wizard staggered back several feet. However, the immense recoil also caused the beast's claw to spring back, preventing it from continuing its pursuit. At this point, a wizard wielding a sword and shield would step in, engaging the giant beast while waiting for his shield-wielding companion to return to position.

In the distance, a slender witch wielded a magnificent longbow, and the arrows she shot were imbued with a ghostly blue flame. When they landed on the giant beast, they would burn continuously, turning that part of its body into a semi-transparent form.

Finally, a short, dark-skinned sorcerer shrouded in black robes pointed a small, pale finger at the giant beast. With each touch, a flash of blood appeared at the fingertip, and the beast roared in agony. Several times, the beast pushed aside the shield sorcerers blocking its path, trying to charge at this last sorcerer, but each time it was intercepted perfectly by the shield sorcerer.

This is a well-coordinated squad that knows the habits of the behemoths. They fight calmly and slowly weaken the behemoths.

The giant beast had several translucent wounds on its body, and black energy was gushing out like a fountain. It was beginning to weaken, and its roars were gradually losing their ferocity and becoming timid.

However, the witch team did not relax and continued to fight with full concentration. Suddenly, the giant beast stood up and spewed out a black sphere from its mouth, which shot straight at the witch who was casting the spell!
The black sphere possessed terrifying destructive energy, but the witch clan had long been prepared for this attack. The witch, wielding her bow, fired three arrows in quick succession, all hitting the sphere. Although she failed to destroy it, each arrow absorbed a portion of its energy. The small witch, meanwhile, flicked out several drops of blood, coating the black sphere with a bloody aura. The black light and blood mingled and annihilated each other, and the black sphere ultimately vanished midway.

The behemoth finally began to feel fear and tried to escape, but the giant shield wizard blocked its escape route. No matter how frantically the behemoth pounded on its chest, it refused to give in and was soon seriously injured.

The other three members of the witch clan launched a full-scale attack, quickly bringing the giant beast to the brink of death.

Just then, a dark shadow silently approached and landed on the back of the greatshield wizard. The wizard suddenly froze, his movements becoming extremely sluggish. Meanwhile, the dying beast unleashed a powerful claw strike, knocking his shield away!

The wizard's arms were deformed and his chest caved in; he was instantly brought to the brink of death. The sudden turn of events left the other three wizards stunned. Fortunately, the shield-wielding wizard reacted swiftly, stopping the giant beast in time to prevent it from delivering another blow.

However, a scene that horrified them unfolded: the shadowy figure that had ambushed the Greatshield Wizard finally revealed its true form—it was a ghost fly!
The bow-wielding priestess cried out, "Oh no! The items are all on the stone wall, and we don't have enough components on us!"

“Maybe it’s just a lost one. Let’s wait and see. We can’t get past the stone wall right now!” said the shield-wielding wizard, clearly unwilling to give up on the greatsword wizard.

The bow-wielding priestess suddenly screamed, "The ghost flies are here! There are so many over there!"

The shield-wielding sorcerer looked in the direction she was pointing and saw hundreds of ghost flies taking off from behind a hill and flying towards them!

They had already experienced the Fly Days more than once and knew that this was just a scout team ahead; the overwhelming swarm of Ghost Flies would appear soon. Ghost Flies were extremely fast; even a speed-skilled witch might not be able to escape the swarm at full speed. Their equipment wasn't sufficient, and by the time they actually saw the swarm, it would be too late.

Besides, the giant beast is not dead yet, and it will never watch them build a protective shelter.

After weighing his options, the shield-wielding sorcerer cried out in pain and smashed through the giant beast's forepaws. Meanwhile, the bow-wielding sorceres had already begun to run away, and he dared not linger, fleeing into the distance as well.

The short witch was not flustered. He glanced at the giant shield witch again, and seeing that the giant beast had bitten him, he sighed and turned to fly away.

But it hadn't flown far when a hand suddenly reached out from the ground and grabbed its foot!
The little wizard let out a shrill scream, and his body suddenly exploded into a large cloud of black mist, plunging headfirst into the ground!
Wei Yuan, underground, felt his hand slip, and the foot he had grabbed was pulled away, leaving only a small boot in his hand. At this moment, the entire underground was filled with black mist, which greatly hindered perception; Wei Yuan's divine sense could barely penetrate more than three feet.

Wei Yuan's Dao power also surged forth, using Dao techniques to transform the surrounding underground mud and rocks into a thick, quicksand state. With the help of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a Dao technique that allows Wei Yuan to move freely underground).

But now, instead of fleeing, this small witch clansman is spreading black mist, preparing to hunt Wei Yuan in return?
Wei Yuan suddenly reached into the black mist and grabbed the sorcerer, though it was unclear what part of his body he had grabbed.

In the darkness, the sorcerer was like a large fish, which swung and sprang free from Wei Yuan's grasp, leaving only a black robe in Wei Yuan's hand.

Wei Yuanning stood still, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back as something sharp had pierced him!

Ignoring the wound on his back, Wei Yuan swung his hand back and grabbed the sorcerer's body again. This time, his fingers felt slippery and greasy, and he couldn't tell what part of his body he had grasped. However, his fingers were extremely elastic and resilient, and with a flick of his wrist, they slipped from Wei Yuan's grasp. This time, Wei Yuan didn't leave any clothing in his hands.

This guy dared to stay and hunt Wei Yuan; he's definitely got some skills.

Wei Yuan waited for the next round of attacks, but this time he was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in his heel!
This attack was unexpected, instantly thwarting all of Wei Yuan's planned counterattacks. He instinctively turned and stomped down, only to experience a sharp pain in his foot—he had stepped on the blade he had intended to strike.

The surrounding black mist grew increasingly dense, plunging Wei Yuan into complete darkness. Then, excruciating pain surged through his body, the wounds all below his knees. This small witch-like creature clearly knew the weaknesses of the human race's structure, and it was not greedy for quick results, making only small incisions each time to release a tiny bit of Dao power into Wei Yuan's primordial spirit, intending to accumulate it little by little until it eventually wore Wei Yuan down.

Moreover, these cuts were gradually moving upwards, and Wei Yuan felt a chill between his legs several times. It was obvious that his opponent had locked onto this spot using some unknown method, forcing Wei Yuan to start moving.

As they maneuvered in the darkness, Wei Yuan instinctively covered his vitals with his hand, only to find it covered in a sticky, burning substance. It wasn't real; it was a curse thrown at him. From the sensation on his hand, Wei Yuan instantly recognized the curse's nature: Eternal Withering!
Wei Yuan immediately became truly enraged!
He now held a small, two-pronged fork in his hand. With a flick of his finger, a faint chime rang out from afar. Then, his figure flashed, and with a swift grab, he caught the witch in the darkness!

(End of this chapter)