Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2366: Chapter 2367: Kill the Priests First

The body of this peculiar creature is akin to steel and iron, making it exceedingly difficult to break through. Typically, brute force alone wouldn’t even suffice to breach its outer Evil Qi.

Not to mention cutting a gap for Zheng He to exploit in his attack.

”To handle this thing, we must first eliminate those priests.”

Lin Chen’s face was cold as he turned his gaze to the priests surrounded by several Body Cultivators in the center.

They now looked extremely grim, blood gushing from their mouths, and as a result, their faces grew even paler.

Sitting cross-legged, five figures with interlocked palms, their black robes drenched in blood, remained obscure. Only through their trembling bodies and blood-stained corners of their mouths could it be discerned they were not unhurt either.

These men are of flesh and blood, entirely lacking the constitution of the creature emerging from beneath Jiuyou, let alone the connection between them.

Zheng He’s previous attack couldn’t hurt the creature, but it was so fierce that the five needed to unite to resist, thus shaking their spirits.

”Hmm.”

Zheng He adopted a serious expression; this anomaly before him withstood one of his attacks, signifying its tremendous strength.

Even though their paths differed, Zheng He couldn’t help but marvel at the techniques of these demonic sect members.

The firelight, gradually waning, grew in the pitch-dark night as a palpable aura of Evil Qi emanated.

Despite having been bathed in a sea of fire for so long, a single blade like a rainbow continually slashed at its body, yet hardly did it reveal any fatigue.

Except for the latter-formed scale armor being damaged, there wasn’t a single mark on its body!

With a thought, Lin Chen manifested a longsword, an odd blade previously snatched from Lu Kang. Now, with his Tianyan Ancient Sword elsewhere, Lin Chen had little choice.

Even though the blade was filled with ominous aura, he couldn’t face it barehanded.

”I’ll handle things here, we must deal with those priests or reaching safety will be nearly impossible.”

Lin Chen frowned slightly and then spoke to Zheng He beside him.

Though his arms still throbbed with pain, Lin Chen wasn’t grandstanding; it was due to those priests who kept him cornered without a shred of escape.

Even if Lin Chen went somewhere to recuperate, they’d likely control the creature to bypass Zheng He and continue the pursuit.

This was the most infuriating part; Lin Chen gritted his teeth in rage, wondering why he suddenly became such a target of fixation.

”Can you manage?”

Zheng He looked at Lin Chen with concern, noting the blood dripping between his arms, growing increasingly worried.

”I should hold up for a moment,”

Lin Chen sighed lightly and replied.

He didn’t want to linger, but had no choice; the creature was hell-bent on killing him. Unlike Sun Tianming, he couldn’t just rest, as the creature’s assault couldn’t be compared to those burly men. Even Zheng He would find it challenging to resist until Lin Chen fully recovered.

”Alright, be careful.”

Despite his skeptical facial expression, Zheng He couldn’t afford to hesitate given the current circumstances.

Several single blades had already been knocked away by the creature.

Scattered all around, the faint glow atop them had dissipated, leaving only a touch of icy chill and some blade breaks. Remarkably, these blades hadn’t harmed the creature but instead dulled themselves!

”Indeed, separate they remain too fragile.”

A murmur came from Zheng He’s mouth, as he sighed lightly, seeming somewhat pained. Then, he pinched his hands to form a Seal Technique.

”Return!”

Zheng He shouted fiercely, and suddenly those single blades buzzed loudly, rapidly approaching Zheng He in response to the sound.

The speeds varied, but in the air, they swiftly coalesced into a large, wide-bladed saber.

Zheng He grasped it firmly, then turned around, sprinting towards the priests, saying as he ran, ”Boy, take care of yourself!”

Having discerned through the previous battle, Zheng He knew solving the current dilemma wouldn’t work with brute force alone.

Thus, he didn’t overthink Lin Chen’s suggestion, swiftly setting off towards the priests after reminding him.

His eyes widened, his long red hair flowed behind him as he surged forward, appearing exceedingly graceful.

By racing against time, Zheng He hoped to promptly kill those priests, thus alleviating Lin Chen’s peril.

And as he ran, the fewer blades obstructing the creature, the more its form emanated its densely packed Evil Qi.

Its fist kept its forward momentum, several eyes fixed on Lin Chen, unchanging.

But protruding from its swinging fist were several sharp blades, emerging from its knuckles, looking terribly keen and encased in Evil Qi, yet their sharpness remained undisguised.

Little White bared its teeth, having exerted massive energy earlier, coupled with Lin Chen’s vigorous impact, yet hadn’t fully recovered.

Despite Little White’s body being far inferior to Lin Chen’s, it still bared beastly fangs, aiming to stand before Lin Chen.

Lin Chen raised his left hand, stopping Little White from advancing, then stepped forward, gasping lightly.

Wang Hao’s swordsmanship was always overwhelmingly domineering; a single strike could stir the heavens.

It not only depended on one’s own cultivation but on the user’s will to unleash the move’s full potential.

Presently, Lin Chen embodied such intentions. Despite the ache in his right hand, his slowly raised hand showed signs of strain.

Resolute, he gripped the sword hilt with both hands and lifted it high towards the sky.

A sharp aura emanated from his crown, not merely from his sword but from his own being.