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Wu Feng stopped and stood on a horizontal branch of a giant tree, gazing at the deep valley shrouded in pale green mist in front of him.

The valley entrance is narrow, with steep, slippery rock walls on both sides.

The valley was dimly lit; even at midday, it felt like dusk.

The pale green mist flowed slowly, carrying a tranquil yet dangerous aura.

Instead, one should first circulate the "Pure Yang Limitless Skill," and a warm, pure Yang energy will naturally flow throughout the body, forming a very faint, invisible layer of Yang energy on the body surface.

At the same time, the invulnerability to all poisons brought about by the Great Perfection of the Five Poison Gu Technique was quietly activated, and a layer of toxicity filter membrane covered the pores of the whole body.

Only with double protection did he feel a little relieved.

A glance across the valley floor revealed countless poisonous insect traps hidden beneath the thick layer of decaying leaves.

Walking directly on the ground is too dangerous.

He looked up at the towering ancient trees with their dense canopies on both sides of the valley.

With his mind made up, he leaped lightly onto the branch of another large tree beside him, and then, like a monkey, he darted and moved through the canopy, heading deeper into the valley.

The canopy provides better visibility and also helps avoid attacks from most poisonous insects on the ground.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the light in the valley became increasingly dim, and the sweet, rotten smell grew stronger.

Even with the protection of pure yang qi and impervious to all poisons, Wu Feng could still feel a slight tingling sensation on his skin, which was the miasma trying to erode him.

He slowed down and became more vigilant.

At that very moment—

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Suddenly, a deep and loud roar came from afar, like the beating of drums or the mooing of cows, echoing in the silent valley and making the leaves rustle.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed.

That sound...

He carefully discerned the direction, then quickened his pace, speeding through the treetops toward the source of the sound.

After crossing several mountain ridges and passing through an area of ​​exceptionally dense poisonous fog, the view ahead suddenly opened up—

It was a small clearing in the woods, the ground charred black, as if it had been corroded by something.

On the open ground lay the corpses of four or five players, their bodies slowly turning into white light and dissipating. However, several items shimmering faintly lay scattered around them: a longsword, a pair of bracers, and several bottles of pills...

In the center of the open space, a huge, bright red toad, as big as a calf, was crouching there.

Its entire body is fiery red, and its skin is rough and covered with bumps. Each bump is slightly wriggling, as if something is flowing inside.

A pair of bulging golden eyes were cold and ruthless, and a huge mouth was slightly open, revealing a dark purple oral cavity inside.

Above its head were prominently displayed scarlet text: 【Mangku Zhuha - Level 60 Beast】.

It seemed to have just finished a roar, and was slowly contracting its rumbling abdomen. Its cold gaze swept over the corpses of the players on the ground with an indifferent, predatory disdain.

Wu Feng squatted on a horizontal branch dozens of feet away, his eyes quickly scanning the entire scene.

The player's corpse... dropped items?

It seems that in this game, death not only resets your level and reduces your martial arts skills, but also has a chance to cause you to lose your equipment and items.

These unlucky fellows clearly ran into the Mangku Zhuha and were instantly killed without even a chance to escape.

He glanced at the dropped items; their quality glowed with a blue light, at most a fine grade, which held no appeal for him at the moment.

Our gaze returned to the crimson toad.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, a faint golden light flashing in his pupils.

The signs of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill reaching its peak are that the internal energy surges within the body like a furnace, burning away and dispelling the pale green miasma that tries to invade.

With a tap of his right hand on the backpack screen, the dark blue, solidly made martial arts outfit instantly replaced the rough cloth outfit covered in dust and insect sap.

Immediately afterwards, he deftly pulled a finely textured black mask, soaked in medicinal liquid, up to the bridge of his nose, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.

The mask has a slight filtering effect on internal breathing. For ordinary players, wearing it will only delay death by a few breaths when encountering poisonous creatures like the Mangku Zhuha.

But for him, these two words, "weak," combined with the invulnerability of all poisons from the Great Perfection of the Five Poison Gu Technique and the pure Yang protection from the proficient level of the Pure Yang Limitless Technique, became a calculable defensive superposition.

The rate of toxic erosion is further slowed down, and the damage is reduced layer by layer, from a deadly poison to a continuous drain that requires vigilance.

All changed.

His gaze swept around like that of a hawk.

The canopy was silent, save for the faint sound of the poisonous miasma slowly circulating in the valley.

The white light that the player's corpse had turned into in the distance had completely dissipated, leaving only a few pieces of equipment with a blue glow lying alone on the scorched earth.

Further away, deep in the dim woods, there was no sign of human movement or prying eyes.

There was indeed no one else nearby.

Wu Feng felt a slight sense of relief. At times like this, what he feared most wasn't the monster, but the lurking sparrow in the shadows, ready to snatch the spoils.

He didn't want to expend all his energy killing the alien beast only to be ambushed or have the news leaked, making him a target of public criticism.

Once he confirmed that the environment was temporarily safe, he no longer hesitated.

With a swift movement of his right hand, the Iron-Slaying Sword was drawn from its scabbard.

The sword is thick and heavy, with a cold, hard, iron-gray luster. Although it is not a divine weapon, it is sturdy and easy to handle.

With a push from the ground, the horizontal branch trembled slightly.

Wu Feng's figure was like an arrow released from a bow, leaping down from the treetop dozens of feet high, the sound of his clothes tearing through the air sharp and short.

While suspended in mid-air, his internal energy surged, and the sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate had already locked onto the most vulnerable part of the crimson figure below—those cold, bulging golden eyes!

The sword flashed like a cold star, swiftly thrusting downwards!

Almost at the same instant Wu Feng moved and his killing intent flashed—

The withered toad crouching in the middle of the open space suddenly raised its head!

Its perception of crisis seemed to be so acute as to be almost unbelievable. Without any visual confirmation, its golden eyes had already precisely locked onto Wu Feng, who was attacking from high above.

"Gurgle—!!"

A deep, drum-like roar erupted from its throat, and with it, its massive, wrinkled mouth suddenly opened wide!

puff--!

A thick, almost solid, dark green-black toxic gas erupted out like a dam bursting, sweeping upwards!

Wherever the poisonous gas passed, the air hissed and corroded, and even the light seemed to be stained with a murky color.

At the same time, a crimson afterimage shot out from its mouth, a tongue as thick as a baby's arm, so fast that it left only a blurry red line on the retina, heading straight for Wu Feng's chest!

Poison gas blocks the road, tongue arrows are used to kill!

This beast's reaction speed and attack coordination far surpass those of ordinary monsters, a hunting instinct formed through countless battles.

Wu Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart, but his movements did not falter in the slightest.

In a flash, he twisted and flipped in mid-air, his body spinning rapidly like a top, narrowly missing the scarlet tongue.

At the same time, the toes of his left foot precisely touched the broad blade of the Zantetsu sword!

clang!

With a soft metallic clang, Wu Feng's downward momentum abruptly reversed, turning into a horizontal, diagonal flight. As if pulled by an invisible hand, he was lifted several feet upward, narrowly avoiding the surging waves of poisonous gas below.

The poisonous gas brushed past the soles of my shoes, and a faint hissing sound came from outside my mask—the poison was eroding the surface of the mask.

A faint, pricking pain shot through my skin, and at the edge of my vision, my health began to slowly decrease at a rate of tens of points per second.

"Indeed powerful." Wu Feng thought with a chill. This was only the edge of the poison gas. If he had been hit head-on, even with his current poison resistance, he would probably have been seriously injured instantly.

As his thoughts raced, he used that single point of force to trace an arc, landing to the side and rear of the withered toad.

The moment my toes touched the ground, the soil was soft and sticky, with a slippery feel as if it had been soaked in toxins.

Without hesitation, Wu Feng moved with perfect coordination, twisting his body and turning his wrist. The Iron-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into several chilling sword lights, piercing towards the bumpy, crimson back of the Mangku Zhuha like a storm!

puff!puff!puff!

The sound of a sword piercing flesh was dull and short.

Although the Iron-Slaying Sword was not a divine weapon, with the support of Wu Feng's terrifying arm strength and true qi, and combined with the ruthless sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate that specializes in attacking acupoints and joints, it still easily broke through the rough and tough outer skin of the Mangku Toad, leaving several deep wounds on its back that exposed the bone!