Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Nameless disappeared and appeared next to Han Mengli, grabbing the talisman from his hand. He read through it with a frown, realizing what it was.

It was an announcement, calling for every demon available to come to this campsite in order to quell a slave uprising before it could happen.

Nameless threw the talisman toward the others so they too could see what was happening. He then stared at the others in the room. “Who here told them what was happening?” he asked.

But no one responded.

“Tsk!”

He turned back toward Han Mengli. “Where did the talisman come from?”

Before Han Mengli could answer, the man reading the talisman blurted out the message to everyone, and soon everyone knew that their hidden uprising had been discovered.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t want to die.”

“They’ve got our weapons.”

Nameless was angered. “Shut up!” he shouted, forcing everyone to stop. They all stared at him, while Nameless turned back toward Han Mengli.

“Where did the talisman come from?” he asked again.

Han Mengli saw no reason to hide anymore. He pulled the storage bag from the folds of his dead arm and threw it at the man.

Nameless’s eyes widened in shock as he grabbed it midair. He looked inside, and his eyes widened even more.

“Where did you find this?” he asked.

“I killed a demon,” Han Mengli said.

“When?” he asked.

“Around the time I started sharing the spirit stones in here,” Han Mengli said.

“And you kept it from us until now?” Nameless asked. However, instead of getting angry, the man found himself laughing. “And here I thought I had everything planned.”

Immediately, weapons and armor flashed out from the storage bag, clattering on the ground before them.

“Grab what you need,” Nameless said. “They won’t let you live after this. It’s time to kill or be killed.”

The slaves didn’t hesitate in the slightest and went forward to grab the weapons on the floor.

Han Mengli grabbed a few dozen daggers and an upper body armor that let his hands move freely. He put on the armor and slowly imbued the daggers with darkness aura as he prepared to fight.

Nameless stopped the giant barbarian-like man from grabbing a sword and instead pulled out a warhammer for him.

“It looks like our young friend here is far more careful than we are,” he said as he handed over the weapon.

Seeing the hammer in his hand, the giant man roared with laughter. “My hammer! We shall find glory together.”

Nameless brought out his own weapon that Han Mengli had prepared for him before tossing the storage bag back.

Han Mengli caught it, seeing the many weapons still inside.

“Can you fight?” Nameless asked him.

Han Mengli shrugged. “Not really, but I’m ready to,” he said.

“If you’re not good at fighting, I’ll need you to do something else,” Nameless said. “We will fight, and it will cause a distraction. The other camps will have fewer guards because of that. Can you sneak there and hand them the remaining weapons? They don’t have Qi, but any help would be great.”

Han Mengli thought for a moment and nodded.

Just as he did, shouts came from outside and the battle began.

Their camp was immediately blown away by a powerful strike, the pillars ripped from the ground, rocks shattering to dust in the air.

And yet, no one was hurt. The slaves also included powerful fighters capable of defending.

Seeing the slaves unharmed, the newly arrived demons were awestruck. But they quickly managed to snap out of their stupor and started attacking.

Nameless wasted not a single breath as he dashed away from where he stood, the counterforce creating a crater around Han Mengli and the barbarian-like man.

The next time either of them saw Nameless, he was next to a demon, his shiny new silver spear bloody at the tip, having just gone through the demon’s head.

He ripped back the spear, and the demon fell to the ground. With a roar, he commanded the slaves.

“Attack!”

The sight of the dead demons filled the slaves’ bodies with vigor, and soon a large battle broke out.

The barbarian next to Han Mengli also charged forward, swinging his giant warhammer, a brown light slowly gathering on the hammerhead.

Han Mengli ignored the sight of the hammer and quickly moved. He needed to go rescue the other slaves. He was halfway out of the battle when he realized there were demons coming from the side as well.

An arrow swished past him, the wind current it carried trying to rip holes through his skin. But thankfully, the defensive technique he had gotten from the dead demon proved helpful.

One dagger flew from his hand, disappearing into the night, but he had an invisible connection to it, like a marionette’s string attached to it. With a simple jerk of his finger, the dagger flew back, this time carrying a little less darkness aura than before.

The newcomer was either weak or hadn’t expected a weapon to fly at him. Either way, he was struck, and soon the darkness aura would start killing him if he didn’t get rid of it quickly.

A demon flew at him, his saber raised high in the air.

Han Mengli moved aside at the last moment, letting three daggers fly at the man. The demon blocked two of the daggers with his sword and dodged the last one, but before he could do anything else, three more daggers flew at him.

The demon blocked these as well, dodging what he could not, but more flew at him again.

Han Mengli continuously threw his daggers at the demon, forcing him back with each throw. When he was sufficiently far away, Han Mengli made a grabbing motion.

The demon realized at the very last second what was happening, but he was too late to defend himself.

The daggers he had dodged flew back toward him, and while he dodged some of them, a few still struck him in the back.

Darkness aura filled him with pain immediately, tearing his guard down enough for Han Mengli to put a dagger through the man’s head, killing him.