The Quest for Immortality

No one spoke, and all faces were grave.

Only heavy, irregular footsteps echoed, drawing nearer.

The silhouettes in the oppressive miasma finally revealed themselves.

Lugu’s pupils abruptly contracted.

This Slaughter Bone Clan looked barely ”human” anymore.

Their faces, arms, and bodies were covered in bite marks, as though they had been ”eaten,” yet blood dripped from their mouths, showing they had ”eaten” others too.

You eat me, I eat you, exchanging flesh through some subtle pact, bound together.

The only intact one was the little giant within the crowd, whose body was as towering as a mountain.

And he was Lugu’s brother, the other Main General from the Shugubu:

A Late Golden Core Stage Barbarian Cultivator, Sishen.

But even now, Sishen’s condition was far from good.

He was too powerful; no one could ”eat” him, only he could eat others.

Yet it seemed he had ”eaten” too many people, leading to chaos in his flesh, bulging veins, splitting skin, and eyes showing shallow gray-black hues.

He looked like a massive ”Zombie King.”

But within him lingered vitality, as if he hadn’t yet died.

Lugu looked at his once formidable brother, now a half-dead ”Living Dead” form, with indescribable emotions.

”Brother, you...” Lugu’s voice was bitter.

But ”Sishen” showed no reaction; his reason, long tormented by hunger, had little left.

What propelled his actions was only the craving for ”flesh.”

Mo Hua watched Sishen intently, especially those gray-black eyes, her expression heavy as water.

A sense of unease burgeoned in her heart.

Suddenly, a wisp of Evil Thought surged through the air, the scent of brimstone spread.

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly trembled, and she immediately voiced commandingly:

”Everyone, prepare for battle!”

Mo Hua, being a Shaman, held high prestige, and her orders were obeyed.

As her words fell, Chi Feng and Dan Zhu activated their Magic Treasures.

The Danque Tribe’s Barbarian Soldiers aligned their spears.

Some soldiers from the Shugubu, having been guided by Mo Hua along the way, accustomed to following her orders, raised their bone spears towards Sishen.

Lugu coldly retorted, ”This is my brother, who dares?”

The Shugubu Barbarian Soldiers could only lower their bone spears.

Just then, a potent stench spread, accompanied by an inhuman roar, the mountains shook, and surrounding blood fog quivered, akin to blood rain and foul winds sweeping past.

”Sishen” began irregular movements with his gray-black eyes.

Blood threads seeped from his eyes.

This time, he seemed truly ”awakened” by something.

A profound thirst as deep as the ocean emanated from Sishen’s giant heart, affecting many Taoist Soldiers.

Almost instantly, Sishen’s silhouette suddenly vanished.

Almost no one in the area could capture his movements.

When Sishen reappeared, he was already positioned in front of the Shugubu Barbarian Soldiers, a sweeping punch blasted all eight of their heads, flesh exploded into red mist.

Sishen then, before everyone’s eyes, snapped the limbs of the Shugubu Barbarian Soldiers, like eating ”shredded chicken,” forcibly stripping and consuming them.

Everyone was terrified, watching Sishen with horror-frozen expressions.

And Sishen ”ate” quickly, like a ”Taotie” possessed, devouring all eight in no time.

All of this took only a few blinks of an eye.

Finished with his meal, Sishen still felt unsatisfied and intended to change flavors.

Being a Shugubu General, he was evidently ”bored” of his tribesmen’s flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the little giant Sishen disappeared again.

In that brief moment, no one noticed Sishen’s presence.

Only Mo Hua, her gaze hardened, locking her Divine Sense, then extended her finger, conjuring a streak of bright fire, pointing to the empty spot ahead.

Dan Zhu understood and immediately activated Mystic Fire, transforming into fiery feathers that flew where Mo Hua pointed.

The Mystic Fire feathers touched the void and suddenly exploded.

From the flames, Sishen’s colossal figure emerged.

His palm, fan-like, was poised over several Danque Tribe Barbarian Soldiers’ heads.

These soldiers had no time to react.

Sishen’s deadly hand, they couldn’t evade.

But Mo Hua’s direction, Dan Zhu’s Magic Treasure-triggered explosion, blasted Sishen while the shockwave also pushed these soldiers aside, saving their lives.

Sishen’s grasp missed, failing to capture his prize, he let out a skyward roar, exceptionally furious.

Dan Zhu coldly commanded, ”Form ranks!”

”Attack!”

Chi Feng charged first, Spiritual Power surging through his veins like molten lava, his spear blazing like fire, targeting the Late Golden Core Stage Sishen.

Over a hundred Bone heavy soldiers formed an array, surrounding Sishen to attack.

Sishen roared, battling Chi Feng back and forth, relying solely on robust Blood Qi to force Chi Feng down.

The remaining Bone heavy soldiers were no match for Sishen.

Sishen merely waved, flipping dozens of Heavy Armor soldiers.

Although protected by Heavy Armor, evading death, inside, the soldiers still had their bones fractured, vomiting blood. .

The might of the Late Golden Core Stage was indeed formidable...

Mo Hua’s heart trembled as her gaze narrowed.

”No, perhaps the strength... is Sishen.”

Sishen continued battling Chi Feng, Dan Zhu, and others for dozens of rounds; though his mind was foggy, driven by instincts, without Magic Treasures, without Great Wilderness spell points, simply relying on his physical power, he still suppressed Chi Feng and the others.