stjorthotic Chapter 24 Information
Chapter 24 Information
The sounds of the man and the black snake fighting behind them grew fainter and fainter.
This means he has already escaped the main battlefield area.
Zhang Ping glanced back to make sure no demons were following, and was about to quicken his pace when he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.
It wasn't the faint tremor coming from afar, but right beneath his feet.
Close at hand.
He suddenly rolled to the side.
boom…………
The spot where he had just been standing exploded, sending dirt and rubble flying, and something pushed a large crater into the ground from below.
A black figure rushed out of the pit.
The four hooves landed with a dull thud, making the ground tremble.
Zhang Ping rolled over and got up, gripping his broadsword, and took a closer look.
It was a black bull.
It was pitch black all over, with a thick layer of keratin on its skin. It wasn't fur, but more like rock. Muscles bulged under the keratin layer, with distinct edges.
Just standing there, he exudes an unshakeable sense of oppression.
The most terrifying thing is its two horns on its head.
Like two natural large knives, the base of the horns is as thick as an adult's arm, gradually becoming flat as it extends upwards, with sharp edges as if they have been sharpened.
Zhang Ping's gaze swept over the aura emanating from the black bull, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Boiling Blood Realm.
This is a true monster from the Boiling Blood Realm.
The realm of demons is different from that of humans.
The breakthrough from the Body Tempering Realm to the Blood Boiling Realm is a gradual process of qualitative change, shifting from physical tempering to the development of the bloodline.
Unlike demons, they are stuck in the Body Tempering Realm for a longer time and have a greater difficulty in breaking through, but once they successfully break through, their strength increases far beyond that of humans of the same level.
Although this black bull is only at the first level of the Boiling Blood Realm, its actual combat power is probably no less than that of a human cultivator at the second or third level of the Boiling Blood Realm.
Zhang Ping swallowed.
But he did not back down.
Because there's no point in backing out.
He had already experienced the speed of this bull; it burst out of the ground, giving him only time to react.
If he wanted to run, the bull would catch up to him in just a breath or two.
We have no choice but to fight.
He took a deep breath, and his blood began to surge, directly activating his supernatural powers.
He swung the sword.
The boiling blood blade flashed through the air, heading straight for the black bull's neck.
The black bull did not dodge.
It wasn't that it couldn't dodge, but rather that it simply didn't take the attack seriously.
The blade struck its neck, producing a crisp, metallic clang.
A gash was cut into the skin, and black blood seeped from the wound, but the power of the blade's edge had been weakened by the layers of keratin and the thick muscles beneath, and it dissipated after penetrating only two inches into the flesh.
Zhang Ping's pupils contracted.
This was the first time since he entered this battlefield that he had encountered a demon that he couldn't defeat with a single strike.
The black bull, in pain, let out a low groan, thrashed its four hooves against the ground, lowered its head, and charged at Zhang Ping with its two large, sword-like horns pointed at it, like a heavy chariot.
The speed was unbelievable.
Despite its enormous size, it charged at more than twice the speed of the previous wild boar.
"So fast..."
Zhang Ping's eyes narrowed, but he managed to avoid it.
It's unclear whether he became accustomed to the presence of these monsters or not.
Otherwise, given the aura emanating from this monster, people would probably have gone weak in the knees by now.
But now, taking advantage of the moment when Black Bull charged ahead and hadn't had time to turn around, he slashed again with his backhand.
The blade struck the black bull's hind leg.
The black bull stumbled, its hind legs buckling, almost causing it to kneel, but it quickly regained its balance. It swung its head violently, its horns sweeping across, and Zhang Ping, unable to retract his knife in time, could only parry with the blade.
clang………
A tremendous force emanated from the blade, nearly knocking the broadsword out of Zhang Ping's hand. Zhang Ping was forced back seven or eight steps, his hands trembling from the impact.
He glanced at the wound on the black bull's hind leg; it was less than three inches deep, barely a minor injury for such a large bull.
"Are all monsters in the Boiling Blood Realm this thick-skinned?"
Zhang Ping gritted his teeth.
But if one cut isn't enough, then two cuts will do.
If two cuts don't work, then three.
Even the thickest hide can't withstand continuous attacks from the Boiling Blood Realm.
It took six strikes to finally kill the bull demon at the Boiling Blood Realm.
This took a lot of effort.
This was the most difficult demon he had fought since entering this battlefield.
"Damn, am I really going to die here?"
Looking at the dark red sky, his words no longer carried the relaxed and carefree tone they had before.
This is because the demons are getting stronger and stronger.
Inside the stone chamber.
Heng Ziyang stood in front of the black mirror, his expression changing from shock to bewilderment.
His gaze lingered on Zhang Ping's ranking for a long time before he turned to look at Guo Jie.
"Brother Guo, do you think... this mirror is broken?"
Guo Jie stood aside, watching the rankings rise steadily, and said coldly, "No."
"Then tell me."
Heng Ziyang pointed at the Black Mirror and asked, "Someone at the seventh level of Body Tempering entered the Black Mirror for the first time and immediately jumped into the top fifty. What's going on?"
Guo Jie remained silent upon hearing this; how could he possibly know?
Seeing that he remained silent, as if he wouldn't give up until he reached the Yellow River, Heng Ziyang walked to the side of the black mirror, bent down to carefully examine the patterns on the edge of the mirror, and then reached out to touch the runes on the frame to confirm that there were no signs of damage.
Then he straightened up and looked at Zhang Ping in silence for a long time.
"Seventh level of Body Tempering, top fifty on the Demon Slayer Ranking."
Heng Ziyang muttered to himself, "Who would believe this if I told them?"
The square was in complete uproar.
The old man in the black and purple robe had already stood up and walked to the railing. His silver hair was slightly swaying in the mountain breeze. He looked at the name on the stone tablet with a deep and thoughtful gaze.
On the stone tablet, Zhang Ping's name stopped at number forty-ninth.
People in the square had already started counting down the time on their fingers.
"From ninety-nine to forty-nine, it took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
"This isn't normal, is it? The flow of time inside the Black Mirror is a bit different from the outside, but no matter how different it is, killing a demon still takes time."
"Unless his strength and methods are extremely powerful."
The discussion grew louder and louder, and more and more people poured in from all parts of the square, surrounding the stone tablet completely.
The old man in black robes turned and walked back to the chessboard, but he did not sit down again.
He stood beside the stone table, twirling his beard with his right hand, pondered for a moment, then raised his left hand and gently hooked it to his side.
A black shadow emerged silently from the corner of the attic, as if it were seeping out from a crack in the wall.
It was a person dressed in a black bodysuit, completely covered from head to toe, with only his eyes showing. He knelt on one knee, head bowed, his figure appearing and disappearing in the light, as if he might melt into the shadows at any moment.
"go."
"Compile this person's information into a book; I want to see it in one hour."
The man in black nodded, then silently disappeared.