Tai Sui is Fierce

The Red-Armored Bat Foxes were endless.

Whether there were hundreds or thousands, they kept coming in a steady stream. As the fighting dragged on, their numbers only grew; one had to wonder what they usually ate to sustain such a massive population.

Wu Dao could no longer coast through the fight. His body was covered in numerous lacerations, and he stood back-to-back with Zhao Wei, both of them drenched from head to toe in foul-smelling chunks of flesh and blood.

Logically speaking.

No one wanted to break the deadlock; the best approach would be to simply quit, fight their way out, and return only after these people had finished their struggle.

But Wu Dao did not do that.

Because he wasn't sure if the Flesh Tai Sui would allow anyone to leave the field.

If it didn't allow it.

The moment he made a move to leave, he would instantly become the primary target of the Flesh Tai Sui, becoming a sacrificial lamb for no reason.

Right now.

It was just a matter of who would crack first.

In any case, he had broken through the human limit twice and had the physical tempering of the Tyrant Whale Fist to support him; as long as he didn't use his true strength.

Such "minor scuffles."

He, Wu Dao, could keep going all night without feeling tired!

Finally...

After another ten minutes or so, with corpses strewn everywhere and the ground turned into a swamp of flesh and blood.

Wu Dao's eyes lit up.

He noticed that the green light surrounding Mao Ba had begun to dim, and at the same time, the man's expression was becoming increasingly unsightly.

It seemed he was already reaching his limit.

These wretched creatures!

Standing atop a pile of corpses, Mao Ba looked as though he had swallowed excrement, cursing inwardly; it was unclear whether he was cursing the people or the monsters.

In short, he was having a miserable time.

Immortal Sect Foundation Establishment emphasized spiritual cultivation, meditation, and scripture study; it was a slow and quiet path focused on self-cultivation, connecting with the heavens and earth, and prioritizing longevity, which left the physique somewhat weaker.

Unlike the Martial Dao or Soldier Dao, which focused on active training—practicing through the heat of summer and the cold of winter without a single day of rest—resulting in abundant vitality, powerful bodies, and immense stamina.

After all this tossing and turning.

Mao Ba was already feeling faintly restless and irritable, his breathing shallow, his internal organs stifled, and his energy reserves running dry.

If he truly kept grinding away with this group of brutes.

He would be finished off before he could even deal with the Flesh Tai Sui.

Thinking of this.

Mao Ba gritted his teeth and shouted toward Meng Qingshan, who was busy hacking away in the distance: "We kill the Bat King, you kill the Tai Sui! If we drag this out, we're all going to die!"

Yes!

Mao Ba had long known where the Bat King was, but he had simply been unwilling to act.

Why?

Because the moment he targeted the Bat King, every single Red-Armored Bat Fox would swarm him to protect their monarch.

Hundreds, thousands of Red-Armored Bat Foxes.

He wouldn't die, but he would certainly be stripped of a layer of skin.

So, even when he decided to act, he played a trick by saying "we."

Harried and anxious.

In such a situation, people's will is easily swayed by a leader, and for the sake of survival, they would unite as one.

"Haha, the Daoist priest did not disappoint me!"

Meng Qingshan tore a Red-Armored Bat Fox apart with his bare hands, turning from a black-clad man into a red one. It seemed he had been waiting for these words for a long time, and he immediately shouted an order: "Uncle Ya, do it!!"

BOOM!

The swamp of flesh and blood exploded!

Receiving the order, Yingsha launched himself like a cannonball, erupting with a level of power he had never shown before.

In just a split second.

Cold, piercing light flashed incessantly.

Dozens of Red-Armored Bat Foxes along his path were reduced to scattered chunks of flesh.

But even more Red-Armored Bat Foxes swarmed over, looking as if they were about to seal every exit, making it impossible to take another step.

"Wretched creature, die!"

At this critical juncture.

Mao Ba did not go back on his word; the Tianpeng Ruler erupted with a brilliant glow, his eyes flashing with cold light as he leapt into the air, locking onto a grey Red-Armored Bat Fox hidden among the swarm. It looked unremarkable, no larger than a house cat, but its eyes were a deep, dark gold.

"Screee!!"

Struck by the sudden surge of killing intent, the grey Bat King let out an immediate, shrill shriek.

The Red-Armored Bat Foxes surrounding them from all directions swarmed toward Mao Ba, and in the blink of an eye, his figure was completely swallowed by the mass.

"Brother Yun, help me!!"

The last thing heard was Mao Ba's anxious cry.

"Huff, you two... huh?"

Yun Tianliu's azure robes were torn to shreds, and he looked utterly disheveled. Hearing Mao Ba's plea, he had been about to call for Wu Dao and Zhao Wei to join the fray.

Who would have thought that the two of them had already vanished without a trace.

"Truly the actions of base cowards!"

He cursed under his breath.

Yun Tianliu took a brief moment to catch his breath, then resolutely gripped his sword and charged into the swarm of bats.

There are some things.

Others might be able to do them, but he could not.

The righteous courage forged within him since childhood and his principles as a man would not allow him to act that way.

If he were to do otherwise, he would be plagued by inner demons, his thoughts would never be clear, and his Sword Dao would never make another inch of progress.

This thing called a Dao Heart.

It is seen differently by everyone; a thousand people have a thousand faces.

Different people have different pillars of belief for how to conduct themselves. Often, you think others are fools, while they think you are even more of a fool—those with different paths cannot make plans together.

Just as Yun Tianliu could not understand why, despite both being human, Wu Dao and the others could be so shameless and dark.

Wu Dao likewise could not understand why Yun Tianliu was such a fool.

However.

The point remained the same.

Wu Dao's personal belief was that he never cared about the means, only the results.

If one can reap the benefits as the fisherman, why bother fighting to the death?

Crunch~ Crunch~

A hundred meters away from the battlefield.

Wu Dao sat atop a towering giant tree, holding a Red-Armored Bat Fox the size of a mongrel dog. His bloody maw opened and closed incessantly, tearing into the creature with gusto.

His gaze pierced through the gaps in the leaves.

He stared at Yingsha and Meng Qingshan, who were locked in a fierce battle with the Flesh Tai Sui not far away, much like a spectator watching a play in a theater.

"Want some?"

Noticing Zhao Wei landing beside him, Wu Dao grinned and held out a piece of meat.

"This... no thank you. But Brother Wu, please don't eat its head..."

Zhao Wei's face twitched. Even though he was not one for formalities, he was still unaccustomed to Wu Dao's raw, bloodthirsty style.

"The head is already gone."

Wu Dao didn't care in the slightest and continued to feast.

Although this Red-Armored Bat Fox had not been classified as an exotic beast by his Attribute Panel, and the meat was tough and gamey.

The energy within the meat was quite good; it couldn't compare to a Medicinal Meal, but it was still superior to ordinary animals and very useful for recovering stamina.

After the recent skirmish, he had consumed energy.

Even though it was nothing major, Wu Dao always ensured he was in peak hunting condition at all times—it could be considered a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Evil monsters and strange creatures, they are truly beyond the reach of ordinary power..."

While observing the battle, Zhao Wei suddenly sighed.

Wu Dao continued to swallow, nodding slightly, though a trace of gravity appeared in the depths of his eyes for the first time.

In the distance, within the chaotic fray.

Yingsha and the Flesh Tai Sui were locked in a head-on confrontation, with Meng Qingshan providing support from the flank. The two—one rigid and powerful, the other sharp and precise—launched attacks as dense as rain, yet they could not harm the Flesh Tai Sui in the slightest.

This was because the Flesh Tai Sui, which had originally been less than a meter in size, had now taken root and transformed into a mass of flesh five meters tall and ten meters wide. It had eyes growing on all sides, and tree-root-like tentacles lashed out incessantly, creating an impenetrable defense.

Even if they managed to break through the blockade of tentacles.

Whenever their fists or claws struck its body, the blood-red flesh would immediately act like a mire, sucking their limbs in and pinning them fast.

Several times over.

Meng Qingshan's entire arm had been sucked in; had he not been immensely powerful, he wouldn't have been able to break free.

What was even more horrifying was this.

This creature was truly like a mass of incredibly sticky meat paste; one second a rift would be torn into its body, and the next, the rift would be immediately filled back in, making it quite disgusting and difficult to deal with.

Wu Dao reckoned that even if it were him, he would be just as disheveled. Unless one revealed their trump cards and crushed it with absolute power, there was simply no good way to deal with such a shameless enemy.

Right now, although Meng Qingshan and his companion were trading blows with the Flesh Tai Sui and it looked very intense.

They were still far from the vicious momentum of a life-or-death struggle; clearly, they were both still holding back and testing the waters.

But Wu Dao knew.

This situation would not last long.

Because the Red-Armored Bat Fox swarm could not truly trap Mao Ba and Yun Tianliu forever.

Perhaps these two were intentionally delaying the time it took to slay the Bat King, just so that Meng Qingshan and the others would fight the Flesh Tai Sui to the death.

Not to mention that he, Wu Dao, and Zhao Wei were eyeing them like tigers stalking their prey from the sidelines.

Under such circumstances.

If Meng Qingshan did not end the battle quickly, once time dragged on and their stamina was depleted, even if they killed the Flesh Tai Sui, they would only be making wedding clothes for someone else!

The problem that Wu Dao could easily see.

How could Meng Qingshan, who was currently locked in a heated battle, not think of it?

Therefore.

After a round of probing.

He had a bottom line in his heart and intended to get serious and end the fight quickly.

"Ha!!"

With a shift in his thoughts.

Meng Qingshan let out a deep shout and planted his feet firmly, exhaling like a primordial beast, a white dragon of air spitting out from his mouth, solidifying without dispersing.

Crack, crack, crack...

Accompanied by the exhalation of this turbid air.

The bones throughout Meng Qingshan's body popped like frying beans, his stature rising segment by segment. Up close, one could even hear the drum-like beating of his heart and the rushing sound of his blood surging like a river.

Visible to the naked eye.

His muscles, which were like Black Iron Stone, seemed to come alive, inflating and bulging as if being blown up, while his bursting veins looked like dragons and pythons writhing beneath his skin.

In the span of a few breaths.

Meng Qingshan, who had originally stood just over seven feet, had transformed into a mountain of black iron flesh nearly ten feet tall!

His limbs were thick and long like steel beams, and massive, tumor-like deformed muscles covered his entire body, even wrapping around his distorted facial features. His whole body was pitch black and reflective, looking exceptionally terrifying and horrific.

Thanks to Shi Polu for becoming a helm master, arigato.