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Chapter 257 Crimson Corruption? Infiltration of the Dark Dimension

A fleeting silver figure streaked across the dark red sky.

Wang Feng stood steadily on the giant wolf's back, his mental energy spreading around the three of them like ripples, completely isolating the scarlet fluorescent light that was falling from the treetops.

The entire jungle was eerily silent.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirps, and even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

Only the tree trunks covered in scales occasionally emitted eerie "crackling" sounds, like some kind of creature chewing bones.

This was completely different from the Dragon Valley that Wang Feng remembered—back then, every ten meters or so you could encounter playful baby dragons, and the valley was always filled with the roars of dragons.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

The ground gradually darkened, changing from withered yellow to dark red, and finally looked as if it were soaked in blood.

Some fern-like plants grow on this blood-red soil, their leaves edged with fine, sharp teeth that open and close intermittently.

Even more bizarrely, dark red blood gushed from the broken ends of the vines, and there were muscle-like fibers twitching inside the vines.

"This...this is practically like a living thing." Lingling suppressed her nausea and carefully placed the sample into a special container.

It records various data.

When the three of them crossed the last ridge, the sight before them froze them in place—

The entire valley was transformed into a giant furnace of flesh and blood.

Thousands of dragon skeletons were submerged in a boiling pool of blood, some of the skeletons still twitching strangely.

Large chunks of rotting flesh floated on the surface of the pool, and bubbles would burst from time to time, spewing out dark red mist.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Her large eyes, which always shone with intelligence, were now filled with horror, reflecting the churning pool of blood.

Apas, however, remained surprisingly calm: "It doesn't seem to have formed naturally. It's more like some kind of sacrificial ritual."

"Sacrifice?" Wang Feng frowned deeply.

Just as he was about to investigate further, the entire blood pool suddenly began to boil violently!
wow-

With a deafening roar, a deformed monster burst out of the pool.

Its body was pieced together from the skeletons of dozens of different dragon beasts, with disgusting tumors writhing at its joints and sharp bone spurs growing on its spine.

Most horrifying of all was its head—the skulls of three different dragon species were forcibly fused together, and crimson flames danced in the six empty eye sockets.

Ow! ! !
The overwhelming pressure of a Grand Monarch swept over like a tsunami. Apas groaned and involuntarily hid behind Wang Feng.

Even in a split second, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and his silver hair stood on end.

Wang Feng merely sneered, "Playing tricks."

He casually raised his right hand, and a wisp of chaotic light gathered at the tip of his index finger.

The light, though seemingly faint, caused the surrounding space to distort.

boom!
With a soft sound, a beam of chaotic light pierced through the void. Before the Blood Pool Dragon Beast could even react, all three of its heads exploded simultaneously.

The massive body crashed down, sending up a spray of blood hundreds of meters high that stained the entire sky crimson.

Apas suddenly shuddered, her pupils contracting sharply: "It's Crimson Corruption! I've seen it recorded in the ancient texts of the Evil Temple!"

(Okay, the author admits, he's played too much Terraria...)
Wang Feng and Lingling both turned to look at her at the same time.

“The Crimson Corruption originates from the Dark Dimension,” Apas’s voice was heavier than ever before. “It is a force that can erode reality, and the Dark Dimension uses it to devour other dimensions.”

She pointed to the faint, blood-red patterns in the distance: "It appeared once before, during the era when black magic was prevalent in ancient Egypt. But back then..." Apas swallowed hard, "it was less than a tenth of what it is here."

"On that one occasion, it almost exhausted the entire savings of the Ramses dynasty to barely suppress it."

"And now, the entire Dragon Valley."

“More than one.” Apas’s voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth. “Then how do we solve this?” Wang Feng asked directly.

Although he already had enough information to report back, this mission concerned Eileen, so he decided to help if he could.

Apas pointed gravely at the churning pools of blood: "We must destroy all the crimson corruption altars and find the crimson messengers lurking in Dragon Valley. But look at the current situation..."

She surveyed the dark red sky around her. "The entire Dragon Valley has almost been completely transformed."

"That's it?" Wang Feng sneered. "Isn't it just a matter of killing them all? Simple."

Destruction is always easier than construction.

Since all he needed to do was eliminate the intruders, it was a piece of cake for him.

Apas hesitated, but remembering the scene of Wang Feng destroying the Egyptian underworld and killing the god Khufu with a single sword strike, she silently shut her mouth.

No matter how terrifying the crimson corruption may be, can it be more terrifying than this monster?
"Can you sense the location of the other altars?" Wang Feng asked, frowning.

Apas shook her head: "This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes too."

"What use are you?"

Wang Feng gave a light snort, and in a flash, he stood in mid-air.

He unleashed his full mental power, and a vast, ocean-like mental wave swept out instantly.

As an independent space, Dragon Nest's area is larger than imagined.

Even a god of magic like Wang Feng, who is all-powerful across twenty elements, can only cover half of the area with his mental power.

"Twelve," Wang Feng squinted.

Within his perception range, there were twelve blood pool altars of the same size that were operating.

Based on this calculation, there are probably no fewer than twenty Crimson Altars in the entire Dragon Valley.

"Shana, Apas, protect Lingling." Wang Feng said, about to set off.

Lingling immediately frowned: "Her? What right does she have to protect me?"

Apas raised her chin triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with an eerie golden-pink light, her pupils gradually transforming into dangerous vertical slits:
"Little girl, show me some respect! I am the third princess of the Serpent Empire, a noble one—"

"Oh, so it's a little snake spirit." Lingling pouted, looking knowing. "No wonder it scared my Mimi so much that she was trembling."

Apas was speechless with anger: "You!"

Wang Feng shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to the bickering between these two enemies, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

……

Wang Feng's figure kept flashing between the various scarlet altars.

Beside each blood pool, a ferocious, pieced-together dragon beast coiled, exuding a monarch-level aura.

However, these monsters were no match for Wang Feng.

A flash of silver light, and the dragon beast was reduced to minced meat before it even had time to roar.

In just half an hour, twelve scarlet altars collapsed one after another.

During the destruction, Wang Feng discovered the terrifying characteristics of the crimson putrefaction—

These altars were not built by humans.

Whenever the crimson aura erodes the dragon beast, the victim will uncontrollably walk towards the blood pool and willingly merge into it.

He witnessed a low-level bird dragon suddenly convulse during its escape, and then, like a puppet on strings, head straight for the nearest pool of blood.
"This must be resolved completely here." Wang Feng's eyes were sharp as knives.

If this pollution were allowed to spread to the human world...
He couldn't imagine what kind of hell on earth would happen!

(End of this chapter)