You fluttering moth, whose way are you blocking?

The black-armored knights under the King of Slaughter were quite efficient in their work.

The Hell Road, which were originally teeming with rotting flesh and dead bodies, were scrubbed clean with quicklime by several leaders and their men. Even the pillars at the narrow iron beam bridgehead, which were hung with withered bones, were wiped smooth and shiny with rags.

"Master Ling, the exit is just ahead along this iron beam."

The leader, bowing low, handed two Agarwood chests filled with black iron stones to Tai Long: "His Majesty instructed that the brothers have cleaned out all the little bats in the blood pool below with large nets. Gentlemen, please take care and don't look back!"

Ma Hongjun tucked the Agarwood box under his arm, grinned, and said, "You guys know what's good for you. I'll tell your king later that if you need big bones for your next sauerkraut stew, I'll come back for a visit!"

The leader's legs twitched, and he almost knelt down. He scrambled to his feet, slammed the heavy iron gate shut, and disappeared.

A narrow iron beam hung in mid-air, below which lay a bottomless pit of bubbling blood.

The heat, carrying the metallic smell of rust, rose straight up. Anyone else who walked here and saw the bottomless pit below would have been so frightened that their legs would have gone weak and they would have been trembling.

But Blue Tyrant and the others left as if they were rushing to an early market.

Ling Yun walked at the front, his hands in his pockets, stepping loosely on the half-foot-wide cast iron beam.

Behind them, Ning Rongrong was holding a small cloth bag in one hand and munching on a dry sesame seed cake in the other, muttering indistinctly, "Brother Yun, this road is too narrow. Even a donkey cart can't pass through. If we really start collecting tolls here, we won't even have room to put a table."

"Would it kill you to stop worrying?" Ling Yun glanced at her sideways. "Hurry up and swallow the pancake; there's a foul smell wafting over from ahead."

The words had barely left his mouth.

"Squeak--!"

A sharp, unpleasant scream suddenly burst forth from the bloody mist beneath the iron beam!

The churning blood foam exploded, and a huge, dark gold bat, resembling a water buffalo, burst out of the water! Its two fleshy wingspans were five or six zhang wide, and it whipped up a Stench gust of wind. Three ugly heads covered with yellow fangs howled at the group of people!

The most ferocious creature in Hell Road: the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King.

This beast had been awakened by the commotion outside and was seething with rage under the blood. Now, seeing several young men walking on the iron beam, it opened its three mouths wide, unleashing a torrent of poisonous gas and a foul stench, raining down on them!

"Where did this huge, fluttering moth come from?!"

Ma Hongjun chewed on a sesame seed cake, his eyes widening. "You think you have three heads and dare to block my way?!"

"Fatty, get out of the way!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up with excitement as she pulled two black iron lumps from her small cloth pocket—large-sized Sky-Shaking Thunder specially made by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Try my grandma's giant iron meatball!!"

Ning Rongrong swung her arm, and the two black iron lumps, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, smashed straight into the mouth of the bat king's big head!

The three-headed bat king, used to roaming the depths of the abyss, had never seen such a hard iron ball that didn't require Soul Power. It opened its mouth wide, mistaking it for a stone thrown from somewhere, and with a flick of its tongue, swallowed it directly down its throat!

"Boss Dai, cover your ears!" Ning Rongrong shouted crisply.

"Boom--!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from the beast's stomach!

The lump of iron exploded in its esophagus, and fragments of iron ripped through its neck, creating two large holes in its flesh! Black blood poured onto the iron beam like a torrential downpour, causing the bat king to tumble wildly in mid-air, its two fleshy wings flapping frantically, making the iron beam shake violently!

"Get out of here!!"

Dai Mubai rushed forward, his towering frame bracing against the ground, and with a powerful, forceful slap, Sturdy squarely on the left side of the Bat King's head!

A dull crack!

Half of his head was smashed in by Dai Mubai's blow, the bone fragments piercing the flesh and causing the hairy beast to lurch to the side.

Before it could even struggle to get up, Ling Yun's figure had already stepped through the blood on the beam and landed steadily on top of its head on the right side.

His hands remained in his pockets.

Ling Yun simply gave its forehead a light twist with the toe of its right foot.

A thin, high-pressure water jet, as thin as window paper, swept horizontally across the body following the twist of the toes!

Sizzle!

The ugly head on the right slid off cleanly, leaving a smooth, clean cut.

One of its three heads rotted, one flattened, and one fell off. The Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King didn't even manage to utter a sound. Its fleshy wings hardened, and like a dead pig, it slid down the edge of the stone beam and crashed into the bottomless pit of blood. Two large black bubbles rose to the surface, and then it fell completely still.

It only took a few quick movements.

Ma Hongjun leaned forward and spat, "This rat Haozi is so sour, it's not even good for making soup. Hurry up and move on, there are bigger ones behind us!"

After passing the bat nest, the iron beam ahead became narrower, and the surrounding area was as hot as if you were inside a blacksmith's furnace.

Steam rose from the pool of blood, where a Red worm, about thirty feet long, was coiled at the very end of the narrow beam.

The snake's body was covered with bright red scales, and thick, fleshy growths, each the size of ten water vats and gleaming with a bright red light, arched up on its back!

A primordial beast, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent.

The old snake flicked its tongue, the surrounding heat making it sway, and a scorching flame of poison shot straight up from the iron beam.

"Brother Yun! Look!"

Ning Rongrong tugged at Ling Yun's short jacket with her tiny hands, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "That giant snake gall on the list! The powerful medicine the King of Slaughter didn't give us, it's holding itself up on the bridge!"

"This tumor is brimming with fire!" Ma Hongjun's saliva was practically dripping down his stomach. "Brother Yun, if I swallow the inner core of this giant worm, it'll burn away all the Evil Fire inside me!"

The giant snake at the end seemed to understand the nonsense these people were spouting.

His vertical pupils were blazing with fire—I've been squatting on this Hell Road for hundreds of years, and everyone who comes here is scared out of their wits! And these peasants are actually dividing up my flesh and gallbladder right in front of me?!

"Hiss--!"

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's fleshy tumors glowed bright red, and its fiery poison transformed into a thick pillar of fire, crashing head-on into the enemy!

"Trying to play with fire with me?"

Ma Hongjun stomped his feet, and his body burst forth with pure yang true fire of crimson gold, using the fire to confront the fire poison head-on!

Behind the flames, Ling Yun moved.

He took both hands out of his pockets and clasped his fingers together at his chest.

The spiritual energy within the skull spread out, and the churning Scald in the abyss gathered frantically as if it had obeyed a command!

"Water Release: Great Shark Bullet!"

Rumble!!

It's not Soul Skill; it's a hard skill of water control that's been forcibly developed through mental power!

The entire blood-filled pit was pumped up and rolled back, and a blood-red water shark as thick as a water vat tore through the air, not only extinguishing the giant serpent's pillar of fire in one gulp, but also slamming Sturdy into the seven-inch spot of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent with the force of the spinning water!

Click!

The black and red scales, harder than stone, shattered into dust on the spot!

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's long body was smashed into a crevice in the mountain wall by this massive Hydro Pump, becoming stuck inside and unable to move.

"Fatty, get the goods out!" Ling Yun called out casually.

"Okay!!"

Ma Hongjun sprinted up and skillfully reached inside the rotten snakeskin with his five thick fingers!

Ma Hongjun ripped out a fist-sized, bright red, and scalding hot inner core!

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpents twitched twice, then slumped limply into the abyss, completely dead.

Ma Hongjun wiped the scalding hot inner core on his robe, his face contorted with a broad grin, and swallowed it whole. His joints immediately crackled and popped, and crimson-gold Phoenix Ember shot out from his pores.

At the end, a white portal of light hung in mid-air.

That's the main exit of Hell Road.

The raging blood energy all around them seeped into the very bones of the six people at that moment!

An ordinary person who walked this far would have been driven mad by this malevolent aura, and would have wanted to draw their sword and chop up all the living people around them.

However, Ling Yun's mental energy trembled slightly, like a thick iron gate, firmly suppressing the rampant killing intent under his navel, transforming it into a halo of white light.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Tai Long, and Ning Rongrong, relying entirely on their Sturdy physiques and the large amount of medicine they had just swallowed, steadily accepted this challenge.

The Divine Slaughter's Domain, all personnel in position.

With a soft "poof" sound.

At the foot of a desolate mountain, hundreds of miles outside the Slaughter City, a crack appeared in the yellow mud of the ground.

Ling Yun was the first to emerge from the black mud cave, patting the dirt off his trousers.

The autumn wind carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, a stark contrast to the pungent, sour stench of blood underground.

Behind them followed a group of people carrying large and small bags and Agarwood boxes, all with ruddy complexions, looking like robbers who had just returned to the village to divide their spoils.

Ling Yun stretched lazily on the hillside, put his hands back in his pockets, picked a piece of tendon he hadn't finished chewing from between his teeth, looked at the yellow leaves covering the hillside, and slowly sighed:

"This damn Hell Road looks really weird; I couldn't even find a single stall selling hot pancakes."

"Negative review."