darknovel Chapter 86 Combat
Chapter 86 Combat
One side of the battle line.
Lu An just threw out a wooden arrow talisman, which pinned down three mountain demons that attacked the pile of corpses.
Just as I was about to catch my breath and replenish my almost depleted fetal breathing, I realized that I needed to catch my breath.
However, the one-legged mandrills in front of him did not give him this chance, and rushed at him one after another.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
He quickly reached into his bag, only to find nothing.
The interior was completely empty; not even a single talisman remained.
Lu An paused for a moment, then hurriedly opened the other pocket, untied the knot of the cloth bag tied around his waist, and examined all the talismans and herbs at the bottom of the bag with his fingers.
Empty! All empty!
"save……"
He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a mandrill pounced from his left.
Lu An staggered backward, instinctively raising the alchemy furnace to block, his sharp claws scraping against the furnace wall, producing a piercing metallic screech.
"clang!"
He was knocked backward and fell to the ground, the alchemy furnace slipped from his grasp, rolled a few times on the ground, and then lay still.
"Help! Help me!"
Lu An immediately shouted for help, but before he could get up, he was already in trouble.
At that moment, two more mandrills pounced on him from the gap in the formation.
"ah!!"
Lu An's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the mountain demon pounce, but he couldn't muster any strength in his hands and feet, as if he had been given a muscle relaxant.
A mandrill's sharp claws grazed his shoulder, leaving deep, bone-revealing scratches.
The second mandrill lunged straight at Lü An's face, its dark claws aimed directly at his throat.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Duan Heisi was closest to him, but he was being entangled by three mountain demons at the same time, and his long sword was stuck in the bones of one of the mountain demons.
"It's Lü An's voice..."
Upon hearing the scream, Duan Heisi turned around abruptly, his eyes almost bulging with blood.
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
He roared, veins bulging on his arm, and cleaved the mountain demon in front of him in two with a single stroke. He then swung his sword to force back the other two, before turning and charging toward Lü An.
But it was too late.
The mandrill's claws were already at Lü An's throat.
Lu An instinctively turned his head slightly. The sharp claws did not pierce his throat, but instead sank deep into the side of his neck, and a spurt of blood immediately gushed out.
"Uh... I..."
Lu An shuddered, his pupils dilating unconsciously. He could feel his life rapidly slipping away...
In the final countdown of his life, he revealed a look of despair and resentment.
More mandrills pounced from the side, grabbed Lü An's legs, and dragged him out through the gap in the formation.
"ah--"
Lu An's scream trailed a long arc through the night sky before abruptly ceasing.
Outside the battle line, swarms of mandrills rushed forward.
The dark figures piled up one on top of the other, their thin bodies trampling and shoving each other, their three-fingered claws tearing at the still struggling human body.
The sounds of robes being torn and flesh being gnawed mingled together with the excited screams of hundreds of mandrills, sending chills down one's spine.
In just a few breaths, the mandrills dispersed again, leaving only a mangled remains on the ground.
Suddenly, one person was missing from the front line.
The flank position that Lü An was originally in charge of was now only occupied by his alchemy furnace, which lay overturned in a pool of blood.
Without Lü An's restraint, the mountain demons on the flank immediately found a breakthrough.
First there were two or three, then seven or eight—
More and more mandrills poured in through the gaps in the formation, like ants breaching a dam, and the left-side defense line instantly became precarious.
"Quick! Block it up!!"
Two outer disciples nearby tried their best to fill the vacancies, but the gap was simply too large.
Their spellcasting speed was far slower than the speed at which the mountain demons surged in.
On the far left, the disciple's right arm was slashed by sharp claws, the wound so deep that bone was visible, extending from the wrist all the way to the elbow.
He gritted his teeth, drew his short sword from his waist with his left hand, and staggered as he fought the mountain demon in close combat.
"You good-for-nothing, more likely to ruin things than to accomplish anything!" Duan Heisi finally arrived.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed, but his feet did not hesitate for a moment.
With a kick, Duan Heisi shoved aside the half-destroyed mandrill corpse blocking his way, then strode across the rubble, his longsword scraping against the ground and sparks flying.
The blade slashed diagonally, forcing the mandrills that had squeezed into the gap back a few steps.
He sidestepped a mandrill that swooped down from mid-air, and then swung his knife in a backhand strike.
"Splash..."
The neck, covered with a ring of green hair, was cleanly severed, and a stream of foul-smelling black blood gushed from the cut.
Miao Wu Niang followed closely behind.
The "Soldier's Body Formation" that was set up earlier is dimming and is almost exhausted.
The umbilical cord-like light band broke, and the "body-covering wall shield" quietly shattered after enduring several attacks.
Miao Wuniang didn't have time to set up a formation; she could only grip her short sword tightly and protect Duan Heisi's side and rear.
Inner ring of the battle line.
Wu Liang stood there, his face drained of color.
His hand, clutching the talisman, trembled. His lips moved for a moment, and it was unclear what he was saying.
He saw Lü An's mangled remains, then ahead of him, Duan Heisi and Miao Wuniang were locked in a bloody battle, and the rest of the people were still struggling to hold on.
Fear, guilt, self-blame...
Countless emotions flashed across Wu Liang's face.
finally--
"Your mother and servant! Hiding is death, fighting is death, so we might as well fight these monsters!"
He gritted his teeth, let out a low growl, grabbed a spare short spear from beside him, and ran towards Duan Heisi.
"Old Duan, hang in there, I'm coming!!"
Chen Bai's situation was quite different from the others.
After the swarm of mandrills poured in from the flank, the pressure on his position increased significantly, but he still had room to cope.
More importantly, the constant influx of mandrills is becoming his supplies.
One after another.
Whenever a mountain demon fell within three steps of him, Chen Bai would take advantage of the crowd's inattention and lightly step on the corpse with his heel, causing the Guiyuan Creation Cauldron in his sea of consciousness to tremble slightly.
[Recovery: 1 carcasses of a one-legged mandrill]
Extract: "Blood, Qi, and Essence" *1
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[Recovery: 2 carcasses of a one-legged mandrill]
Extraction: "Mandrill Bone Powder" *2
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[Recycling: 2 One-Legged Mandrills]
Extract: "Demon Essence" *1
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Inside the small cauldron, there were countless "demon essences" the size of millet grains.
Little by little, great things are achieved; grains of sand can be piled up to form a tower.
These "demon essences" can be used as excellent materials to replenish spiritual power or for refining in the small cauldron in the future.
In addition, more than twenty clumps of "blood, qi, and essence" were also collected. Although each clump was very thin, its quality was superior because of its purity.
Whenever Chen Bai was low on energy, he would absorb a ball of energy and immediately be fully restored.
As for the grayish-white "mandrill bone powder," it was the largest quantity, weighing about two or three pounds.
Chen Bai's gaze fell on the back of the mandrill swarm.
He frowned slightly. "There really is a problem... It's happened again?"
The mandrill swarm's offensive is changing.