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The first-tier peak Rifttooth Leopard leaped up suddenly, its massive body slamming heavily onto the muddy ground outside the crevice.

The beast had a row of sharp white bone spurs growing on its back, and when it landed, it stomped two deep craters into the ground.

It raised its head, its gaping maw with rows of inverted serrated teeth opened wide, and roared into the narrow pass with a deafening roar.

A strong, fishy smell, mixed with the stench of churning stomach acid, instantly rushed in through the passage.

The miners who had just mustered a little courage were nauseated by the foul wind, and seven or eight of them immediately knelt in the mud and water and vomited, even bringing up bile.

Normally, a first-tier peak demon could unleash more than a dozen natal wind blades with a single breath when dealing with mortals.

But now, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this area of ​​Broken Immortal Mountain is in complete chaos.

The fanged leopard let out a few muffled thunderous sounds from its throat. The blue demonic energy that had just begun to emerge was abruptly extinguished by the residual spiritual repulsion force around it.

Unable to use his demonic magic, the beast simply threw himself into action.

It scrambled its four claws into the ground, kicking up large swaths of mud, relying solely on its hard, iron-like hide and sharp claws to charge head-on into the pass.

Animals have no brains, but their brute strength is terrifying.

It had just reached the edge of the crack when its right front paw slammed heavily onto the granite on its side.

A loud "boom" rang out.

The stone, the size of a washbasin, was smashed into powder on the spot.

Sharp fragments of stone flew everywhere like projectiles, hitting the stone wall with a series of crackling sounds.

The miners in the back row, who had just raised their iron spears, were terrified by this brutal and unreasonable destructive force, and their hands holding the spears began to tremble uncontrollably.

The hard-won fighting spirit is on the verge of collapse.

Li Laosi's Adam's apple bobbed twice as he forced back down the salty, bloody foam that was rising in his mouth.

He plunged his thick legs hard into the dirty water.

The butcher's knife was held horizontally in front of his broad chest, the blade still stained with the black blood of those lackeys from the immortal sects.

The butcher didn't even turn around; he just yelled loudly at the people behind him.

"Get back in the way, all of you! Don't get in my way!"

The voice just fell.

His large heart, which had been modified by the Extreme Wild Blood, erupted with a thunderous roar like a shattered drum.

The Extreme Blood Furnace began to relentlessly squeeze the last bit of energy from this physical body.

The scalding blood, turning reddish-brown, rushed wildly through the thick meridians to every part of the body.

Li Laosi didn't take a single step back.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, crushing a blue stone beneath his feet, and like an iron ingot, he charged headlong into the leopard that was two or three times larger than him.

"roar!"

The leopard hadn't expected that this tiny prey would dare to offer itself to its mouth.

Two enormous front claws, accompanied by a howling wind, slashed down from above.

A muffled "hiss" sound.

Three blood grooves, each over a foot long and deep enough to expose bone, exploded directly on Li Laosi's chest, causing blood to spurt out and flesh to roll back outwards.

The butcher didn't utter a sound, risking having his chest ripped open, and swung his thick left arm forward with a sudden thrust.

This arm, covered in bulging muscles, tightened around the beast's hairy neck like an iron hoop.

The excruciating pain is enough to make an ordinary person faint on the spot.

But the violent, extreme qi and blood within Li Laosi's body instantly surged along his meridians to all the acupoints that were painful, forcefully blocking all the pain sensations on his skin and flesh.

He completely abandoned defense.

With his left arm tightly wrapped around the leopard's neck, and his right hand gripping the nicked butcher knife, he frantically stabbed the leopard's most vulnerable lower abdomen from bottom to top.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

The butcher's knife pierced the demon's skin inch by inch, plunged into its steaming internal organs, pulled it out, and then stabbed it back in.

This butcher used all the ruthlessness he usually displayed when chopping bones and cutting meat in the muddy alley, each cut drawing blood, giving the monster no chance to breathe.

Intestines mixed with blood gushed out.

Driven mad by pain, the leopard rolled wildly through the narrow crevice, carrying Li Laosi with it.

The man and the leopard were locked in a desperate struggle on the mud and rubble.

The monster's bone spikes scraped against the hard stone walls on both sides, sparks flying everywhere.

Li Laosi's back was rubbed raw all the way, leaving long, shocking bloodstains on the rough rock face.

The entire crack channel turned into a closed meat grinder.

"Creak—"

In the extremely twisted and entangled struggle, the tendon in Li Laosi's left arm made a snapping sound that made one's teeth ache.

The beast struggled so hard that it tore the meridians in his arm apart.

The butcher's left hand suddenly lost its grip, and his throat lock began to loosen.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the leopard broke free of its restraints and opened its blood-red maw to bite his head.

Li Laosi's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were making a clicking sound.

He suddenly thrust his neck forward, opened his mouth full of blood and foam, and bit down on the monster's furry ear with his sharp teeth.

The butcher bites back just as the wild beast bites.

The leopard's ear was bitten through, and the pain caused it to loosen its grip slightly as it leaned back to catch its breath.

It was that brief pause.

Li Laosi gripped the pig-slaughtering knife, which was already soaked in demon blood, and the muscles in his right arm bulged out.

He used all his strength to forcefully thrust upwards along the tiny crevice in the jawbone of the leopard.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced through flesh and throat, accompanied by a series of explosive sounds, and went straight through the monster's hard skull.

A large section of the blade, covered in brain matter, emerged from the leopard's head.

The agonizing screams abruptly ceased.

The massive, mountain-like body of the leopard suddenly stiffened, then collapsed with a crash.

Several hundred pounds of dead flesh slammed onto Li Laosi's burly body, pressing him completely into the mud.

The scalding demon blood gushed out from the bloody hole in his jawbone, pouring down like a waterfall.

Li Laosi was completely drenched in this surge of hot blood from head to toe, his entire body submerged in blood, unable to catch his breath for a long time.

But just as this demonic blood was absorbed into him, a sudden change occurred.

The nearly burnt-out Extreme Blood Furnace in Li Laosi's chest cavity, like a hungry wolf smelling meat, began to operate at full speed like a madman.

The blood furnace frantically absorbed the hot blood of the demonic beasts that bathed its body.

The pure blood essence that should have been lost in the mud and water flowed back into his body through the large pores all over his body.

Bones on the verge of falling apart, a broken tendon in the left arm, and a deep blood groove on the chest where bone is visible.

Nourished by this massive influx of external energy, it began to forcibly repair the connection in an extremely brutal manner.

The torn granulation tissue looked as if there were living creatures wriggling underneath, intertwining together and forcibly reconnecting the severed tendons.

The butcher's power surged once more.

There was silence behind the crack for a long time.

Finally, heavy breathing could be heard from the crowd.

Seven or eight of the strongest miners walked forward silently, wading through ankle-deep mud.

They bent down and picked up the black iron spears and broken swords scattered on the ground.

These laborers, who once dared not even speak loudly and were subjected to beatings and scoldings by the immortal sects, now have fierce expressions on their faces.

They lined up in a semi-fan shape, like a wall of flesh, blocking Li Laosi's way.

All the spearheads pointed outwards, holding back the low-level beasts that were still eyeing them covetously.

The pillar of strength that led the charge to fight to the death did not fall, and the backbone of these mining slaves was finally straightened completely.

Li Laosi struggled to sit up from under the corpse of the leopard.

He had just wiped the black blood and grime off his face when the Extreme Blood Furnace in his chest suddenly jolted without warning.

The impact was extremely violent, and the immense force nearly broke his ribs.

Li Laosi gasped.

He could clearly sense that in the far distance, a terrifying blood energy, of the same origin as his own but a thousand times more domineering, was awakening wildly.

The feeling was like a drop of water sensing an endless, boundless sea of ​​fire.

The butcher suddenly turned his head.

He crossed the group of miners who were stubbornly guarding the pass, and crossed the swampy land that was battered by wind and rain.

His gaze was fixed on the deepest part of Broken Immortal Mountain.

The once dark sky was now completely enveloped by a terrifying thunderstorm, a raging mix of blue and red.

Thunderbolts rained down from the sky, causing the ground of the entire mountain range to tremble.