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The desolate western wilderness.

Li Laosi led sixty blood-covered Blood Followers out of the dilapidated black stone steps of the ancient temple.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer dry, loose sand, but a vast, desolate plain stretching as far as the eye could see.

The environment was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

There wasn't a single blade of dry grass on the plain; all you could see were dark red, hard, weathered rocks.

These rocks have been eroded by strong winds year after year, weathering them into blades that stand upright on the ground.

If you step on it, you can easily tear a big gash in the sole of your foot if you're not careful.

A fierce wind howled past, carrying not a trace of moisture, but only a strong, pungent smell of stale, putrid blood.

The smell went straight to the top of his head through his nasal cavity, and even a butcher who was used to seeing dead people would feel a tightness in his chest after smelling it for a while.

The troops marched for most of the day across this deadly plain.

The blazing sun overhead was baking us like a furnace.

Everyone's water pouches had long since dried up and not a single drop of water could be squeezed out.

These peasants had fought their way out of quicksand pits and herds of beasts, and each of them was covered in wounds.

The last few severely wounded bloodthirsty men had rotten flesh on their thighs that hadn't even healed properly.

Their lips were cracked like old tree bark, and blood was seeping from them.

His steps were unsteady, and he looked like he was about to fall headfirst into the red sand.

"Fourth Brother... my throat is burning." A henchman made a bellowing sound in his throat, his legs went weak, and he half-knelt on the blade rock.

Old Li, shirtless, strode ahead.

He carried the heavy, ancient broken spear on his shoulder.

Hearing the noise, he stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing deeply.

Just then, the ancient military formation blood pattern on his chest, which had just awakened, suddenly became scalding hot.

It looked like it had been branded by red-hot iron pliers.

This totem's influence directly connected to his nerves, guiding him to an extremely faint, yin-based water vein deep underground.

"Don't you dare lay a damn damn head down!" Li Laosi turned around and roared, "You think you're worthy to throw the barbaric blood I bestowed upon you into this wretched place?"

He strode over to a slightly flat, weathered rock.

He gripped the ancient spear tightly with both hands.

"Open it for me!"

The veins on his large arms were bulging.

He used his spear like a pickaxe, aiming it at the thick red rock slab, and smashed it down hard.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The half-foot-thick rock slab was pried apart by brute force.

Li Laosi cleared away the rubble.

Below, in a rock pit no larger than a washbasin, half a pit of muddy water mixed with black mud had accumulated.

The water had an unpleasant, bitter smell.

But in such a desperate situation, it means life!

"Come and have a drink!" Old Li thrust his spear aside, making room for him.

The several severely injured bloodthirsty warriors, who were on the verge of collapse, scrambled over.

They didn't care at all about the mud and sand floating in the water.

He lay face down on the edge of the pit, his butt sticking out.

With its dry, cracked mouth wide open, it gulped down a mouthful of food.

This is the most barbaric and crude way of life for the destitute people of the lower lands.

To save their lives, they had to swallow even the bitterest muddy water.

I just finished drinking the last bit of water.

The weather can change in an instant.

The sky, which was just bright a moment ago, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

A nauseating, strange wind swept across the depths of the plain.

"It's the Blood Fiend Storm!" The one-eyed old man who had been following the group all the way behind changed his expression.

A fierce wind, carrying with it a shower of fine red sand, lashed down on us.

The sand was sharper than a needle tip, and when it hit the bare arms of the group, it immediately left fine, bloody streaks.

My skin and flesh were burning with pain.

"Use the hide to cover your face! Back to back!" Li Laosi grabbed a piece of tattered crocodile skin and put it on his head.

However, at the very heart of the storm, a chilling sound of bones grinding together suddenly rang out.

"Click click click..."

It was as if countless pieces of dry firewood were being forcibly broken.

Amidst the swirling red sand, the razor-sharp rocks on the ground shattered one after another.

Hundreds and thousands of pale, human-shaped skeletons braved the storm and crawled out of the ground!

These skeletons had long since lost all flesh and blood, their eye sockets empty and chilling.

It's everywhere, in all directions.

In an instant, they surrounded the remaining army of more than sixty men, leaving them no way out.

"What a tragedy! What a tragedy!" The one-eyed old man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, pointing at the skeletons and wailing mournfully.

His single eye was glowing green, and tears mixed with sand streamed down his face.

"These are all our ancestors who were poisoned to death by the celestial beings who cut off our water supply ten thousand years ago!"

"Their blood dried, but their resentment was locked within the malevolent energy of this vast plain, transforming them into ruthless, cannibalistic monsters!"

The remains of the ancestors who cultivated the Primordial Ultimate Dao Body.

Now it has become a deadly obstacle blocking the way.

This tragically messy history made everyone present breathe heavily.

Veins throbbed on Li Laosi's forehead, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his tiger-like eyes.

He took a big step forward.

With a single kick, Big Foot knocked over a boulder half a person's height, which then stood firmly at the front of the line.

"So what if we're ancestors!" Li Laosi pulled out the broken spear stuck in the ground.

He yelled, his voice drowning out the howling wind.

"If our ancestors were still conscious, they would absolutely not want to see the last spark of our Extreme Path die at their hands!"

"Get your weapons! Form a circular spike formation!"

At a command.

The sixty transformed blood disciples were not to be underestimated.

Even though these men were trembling with fear.

But their spines were firmly clasped together, forming an impregnable ironclad fortress.

The roughly polished crocodile bone spears in their hands all stretched outwards.

The military spirit of peasants is never born fearless.

They were afraid of dying, but absolutely refused to die on their knees again!

"Aww!"

A dozen or so ancient corpse monsters with bones as hard as iron moved.

Driven by their instinctive killing urges, they stomped their bare legs against the ground.

He leaped high into the air.

Carrying an extremely yin death aura, it rushed straight towards the faces of the wounded soldiers on the outermost edge of the formation who had just drunk muddy water.

Before that chilling aura even touched his face, the scabs on the wounded soldier's face had already cracked from the cold.

"Our ancestors have been offended!"

Li Laosi roared.

The Great Wilderness Guardian Totem on his chest instantly burst forth with a blinding red light.

Extreme hot blood flowed down his thick arms and into the ancient spear.

He used his waist to generate power, and swung his arms in a wide arc to deliver a powerful sweeping motion.

"May you rest in peace!"

The broken spear, carrying immense deadly force, met the dozen or so corpse monsters that were pouncing in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A clash of pure brute force.

The three solid remains of our ancestors at the very front couldn't even hold on for a single breath.

This immense force, stained with the blood of the authentic barbarians, shattered them into bone dust that filled the sky.

The commander is incredibly brave.

This attack completely shattered the team's fear of the remains of their predecessors.

The morale of the troops has stabilized.

"Kill these living dead! Let our ancestors reincarnate sooner!"

I don't know which bloodthirsty thug shouted something with red eyes.

The sixty men were completely unleashed.

They gripped their weapons tightly, bracing against the surging waves of the zombie horde.

Pure flesh and blood collided violently with millennia-old bones.

One of the blood donors, whose face was scarred, was a beat slower to react due to excessive blood loss.

A ghoul's sharp finger bones pierced through the thick skin of his left upper arm in an instant.

Three white bone fingers pierced through the back of the arm, leaving a trail of blood.

A sharp pain struck.

The man didn't even utter a sound.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, but he refused to back down.

Instead, he used this moment to immobilize his opponent, and then gripped the short, thick crocodile bone knife in his right hand.

With all his might, he slashed down hard at the corpse monster's spine.

"Snap!"

Spinal fracture.

He swung the bone knife upwards sharply, the tip of which pierced directly into the corpse monster's empty eye socket.

It frantically shattered the flickering, decadent remnant soul within.

Trading injury for life!

The entire battle formation was filled with this extremely cruel method of performing rituals to deliver souls from suffering.

There are no fancy magical techniques, only the most primitive life-or-death struggle in the Great Wilderness.

The fierce battle lasted for almost half an hour.

As Li Laosi crushed the skull of the last corpse monster with one stomp, the blood-red storm that blotted out the sky finally subsided.

The gray light of day reappeared over the plain.

The ground was covered with shattered bones.

One layer on top of another.

That massive, despair-inducing horde of extreme-level zombies was completely shattered by these sixty peasants.

Everyone was covered in bruises, their skin torn open, and they were panting heavily.

Li Laosi put away his spear.

He looked at the scattered bones on the ground, suppressing the grief in his heart.

These are all ancestors who were oppressed to death by the immortal path.

"Dig a hole and bury our ancestors' bones!" Li Laosi gritted his teeth. "We can shed our own blood, but we can't leave our ancestors' bones exposed in the wild!"

The men dug bloody pits into the hard rock with their bare hands.

They gathered the broken bones in handful by handful and covered them with red sand.

Once all the burial is complete.

Li Laosi turned around and stared at the "Primordial Extreme Dao Remnants" that remained in mid-air after the corpse monsters on the battlefield had collapsed, resembling dark red spider webs.

These malevolent energies are chilling and bone-piercing; even a tiny bit of them would cause ordinary cultivators to experience a reversed flow of energy in their meridians.

But for those who take extreme paths...

This is the most potent body-tempering elixir, forged from the regrets of our ancestors.

"Brothers."

Li Laosi took a deep breath, his chest swelling.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and inhaled sharply at the floating dark red malevolent energy.

"Swallow this malevolent energy!"

"This is the last legacy left to us by our ancestors; we cannot waste a single bit of it!"

He forcefully inhaled a clump of monstrous energy the size of a thumb into his throat.

Extreme Yin enters the body.

The feeling was like being scraped through one's marrow by rusty steel knives.

The pain was so intense that you felt like you were going to vomit your internal organs out.

Li Laosi's muscles twitched violently, but he gritted his teeth and forcefully activated the Extreme Blood Furnace, using pure Yang desolate blood to crush and digest this resentful evil.

Upon seeing this, the sixty blood followers did not hesitate at all.

Following Li Laosi's example, he opened his mouth wide, faced the wind, and swallowed these violent extreme evil spirits whole.

These were considered the lowest of the low, the miners.

They relied on swallowing the dead, drinking muddy water, and eating raw meat.

We must transform this cruel suffering into the absolute foundation to crush the skulls of immortals!

As the monstrous evil was completely absorbed into his stomach.

Under the influence of the extreme blood fire, the rough skin on Li Laosi's body surface faintly revealed a deep, dark luster.

But he hadn't even had time to catch his breath.

Deep in the plains, above the endless, dilapidated ruins, a piercing sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out.

The thick clouds in the sky were forcibly shattered.

A gigantic phantom spirit boat, hundreds of feet long, was bearing an overwhelming, earth-shattering pressure as it forcefully rolled towards the recently pacified wasteland.