Why is he running so fast?

"Listen to Old Zhao, it's Wolf Demons and Thunder Patterned Leopards, about five hundred of them. The strongest Lesser Demons are in the late stage. We have to transport them all back before dark," Ding Chen said, looking back.

Old Zhao was Zhao Tong, the Chief Medic of the Cooks' Camp.

"Thunder Patterned Leopards?"

Chen Xian's eyes flickered slightly. In his memory, Thunder Patterned Leopards had strong defenses and were exceptionally fast, while their attack power was similar to Wolf Demons.

The battlefield wasn't fixed; its location changed each time.

This time, it was west of Wumeng Mountain.

When Chen Xian and the others arrived, they saw corpses scattered throughout the valley. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, creating an unpleasant odor.

Zhao Tong, along with another Minor Cook Leader and their subordinates, had already arrived and were busy loading the demon corpses.

Ding Chen also busily instructed Chen Xian and the other fourteen people to start loading the vehicles in pairs.

Chen Xian and Wang Yan were paired together. They lifted a Thunder Patterned Leopard weighing five to six hundred pounds and threw it onto the cart. The leopard's fur was silver-white, its stripes were black, and its head was ferocious.

While loading the seventh Wolf Demon, Chen Xian noticed its claws twitch. He immediately drew the saber at his waist and plunged it into the Wolf Demon's neck.

Wang Yan, not noticing, had just bent down. Seeing Chen Xian draw his saber and stab the Wolf Demon, he was startled. Then, blood splattered all over his face.

The Wolf Demon let out a pained howl, struggled a few times, and then lay still.

[Sacrificed the soul of a Monster, gained 27 experience points]

A prompt appeared on Chen Xian's panel. He grimaced inwardly; this Wolf Demon had indeed not been completely dead.

"Monster?"

The Wolf Demons he had killed before were Lesser Demons, and he had gained 157 experience points.

Sacrificing a Monster's soul yielded much less experience.

But for Chen Xian now, 27 experience points were equivalent to 27 months of Martial Cultivation, making it incredibly valuable.

Zhao Tong, Ding Chen, and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they all looked towards Chen Xian.

"Not completely dead?" Ding Chen rushed over and asked.

Chen Xian drew his saber and sheathed it, nodding. "Not completely dead, but it had no ability to resist!"

Zhao Tong also came over to take a look, then instructed everyone to be more careful and to deliver a final blow to any that weren't completely dead.

After that.

Chen Xian and Wang Yan paid extra attention when lifting the Demonic Beast corpses.

Especially Chen Xian. Although he couldn't fight on the front lines against demons, picking off stragglers wasn't bad. The risk was low, and he could still gain experience points.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Tong and the other Minor Cook Leader and their teams finished loading their carts and began transporting them back to the camp.

Meanwhile, Chen Xian and the others were still loading. Each cart could only hold five Demonic Beast corpses, each over two meters long.

By the time all seven carts were loaded, Chen Xian hadn't encountered any more demons that weren't completely dead. He sighed inwardly, realizing how difficult it was to get those "easy" kills.

Then came the second trip, the third trip...

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh trip, and dusk was approaching.

Another team of cooks was faster than them. After they finished loading their carts, there were not many Demonic Beast corpses left on the ground.

Chen Xian and the others quickly loaded their cart. They still had to go back and prepare dinner after finishing.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from a distance, causing the floating blood mist to churn but not dissipate.

Chen Xian and Wang Yan, carrying a Thunder Patterned Leopard, frowned.

That gust of cold wind, though it came and went quickly, sent a shiver down their spines.

He looked down at the Thunder Patterned Leopard in his hands. This demon was quite large, at least a Lesser Demon, and its body was still warm.

Could it also not be completely dead?

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Xian called out softly, then gave Wang Yan a meaningful look.

Wang Yan immediately understood. The two of them slowly put down the Thunder Patterned Leopard, then simultaneously drew their sabers and plunged them into the leopard's neck.

Swoosh, swoosh...

Wang Yan's strength was not as great as Chen Xian's, and he could only stab three inches deep. However, Chen Xian managed to pierce the Thunder Patterned Leopard's neck with a single strike.

Blood spurted out.

The two of them retreated.

No prompt?

Chen Xian's eyes flickered. Since there was no prompt on his panel, it meant this Thunder Patterned Leopard was already dead. Its body was still warm, likely because it had only recently died.

What a shame, discovering it so late!

Chen Xian sighed inwardly.

"Still not dead?"

Ding Chen, noticing the abnormality of Chen Xian and the other two from a distance, couldn't help but ask.

"Completely dead!"

Chen Xian replied, and then he and Wang Yan began to move the corpses.

"Speed it up, let's go back once we're done!" Ding Chen scanned everyone and began dragging a wolf demon corpse by himself.

Whoosh!

The cold wind blew again, stirring up the smell of blood.

The unpleasant odor was everywhere.

Chen Xian touched his neck and looked up towards the valley.

He was naturally cautious, and in this world overrun by demons, he had become even more so.

Even the slightest disturbance put him on guard.

It was July, and even though the mountain wind in the evening was a bit cool, it shouldn't have carried such a bone-chilling cold.

He noticed that Ding Chen, Wang Yan, and the others were also turning their heads to look into the valley.

Chen Xian's eyes flickered slightly. It seemed there was a reason why the five of them had survived last time; they were quite meticulous.

Ding Chen looked for a moment before withdrawing his gaze and saying, "Everyone hurry up, we'll head back as soon as we're done loading."

Chen Xian didn't say anything. He and Wang Yan lifted a wolf demon corpse and threw it onto the cart.

Among the fifteen people, his strength was the greatest, and his eyesight and hearing were both very keen.

Just as he dropped the wolf demon corpse, his ears twitched slightly.

He heard the faint sound of pebbles rolling in the distance.

He immediately shouted, "There's a demon!"

A demon?

Ding Chen, Wang Yan, and the others were startled. They all drew their long sabers, fully alert, and shouted, "Where?"

Chen Xian also drew his long saber and pointed towards the depths of the valley.

Ding Chen frowned, "Are you sure?"

The thick blood mist churned, and suddenly a pair of glaring blood-red lights appeared.

Before Chen Xian could answer, Ding Chen, Wang Yan, and the others all saw it.

"There really is a demon!"

Wang Yan shouted and retreated.

Ding Chen also yelled, "Fall back, quickly!"

They didn't know how many demons there were, and as cooks, they had no reason to fight them. It was best to quickly return to the camp and inform the front lines.

Everyone instantly abandoned the demon corpses and ran frantically towards the Ninth Battalion.

Chen Xian didn't hesitate either; he fled even faster than Ding Chen and the other fourteen.

"Why is he running so fast?" A pale-faced youth beside Ding Chen looked astonished.

His name was Qin Fei, and he was one of the survivors from last time.

Ding Chen, Wang Yan, and the others were also full of astonishment. In just a moment, Chen Xian's figure had disappeared from view.

"Roar!"

Just then, an enraged roar finally came from behind them.

Ding Chen and the others looked back.

They saw a tiger demon, powerfully built, with blood-red eyes, standing upright like a human and running at extreme speed.

"Just one?"

As the blood mist swirled, only one tiger demon charged out; no other demons were seen.

Even so, Ding Chen still yelled for everyone to flee quickly.

A tiger demon daring to charge out was at least of the Lesser Demon rank. All of them combined couldn't defeat it.

"Hmm?"

Chen Xian had already fled three miles. Hearing the demon's roar, he looked back and saw that no one had followed him.

He paused slightly, hesitating whether to go back and help.

He was still ten miles away from the Ninth Battalion. If he ran back to notify the front lines, he feared Ding Chen and the others would have already met a tragic end by the time reinforcements arrived.

"Is it just one demon?"

Chen Xian's eyes flickered. He had only heard the roar of one demon.

After much hesitation, he gritted his teeth and turned back.

"That cowardly Chen Xian, running faster than a rabbit..." Wang Yan said angrily. Before he could finish speaking, he saw a figure charging towards them on the mountain path in the distance.

It was Chen Xian.