Chapter 34: A Crowd Beating

After avoiding a cluster of ice spikes on the Unicorn, Yang Ling realized that dodging like this was no longer an option. He clenched his teeth and decided to risk it all. He formed a hand gesture and summoned fifteen Withered Tree Warriors.

Under Yang Ling’s command, the Withered Tree Warriors who had giant clubs in their hands pounced toward the Nine-headed Snake Monster with heavy steps, each step jetting up plumes of dust. They surrounded the Nine-headed Snake Monster and clobbered it, the ground shaking with every strike.

Caught off guard, the Nine-headed Snake Monster became completely surrounded by the fifteen Withered Tree Warriors. The first to receive a beating were the nine heads that could use magic spells. They were beaten silly by the Withered Tree Warriors. Following that, the Nine-headed Snake Monster felt a sharp pain traveling up its spine. It had been assaulted by the wandering Unicorn.

A Giant Summoner?

Seeing Yang Ling summon a full fifteen ten-meter tall giants, the crowd slipped into shock once again. They had thought that Yang Ling would have certainly died, but no one could have expected the tides of the battle to turn once again. Now it was Ymir’s turn to shiver in fear.

“Clobber it to death, clobber it to death!”

“D*mn it, bash in its snakehead, step on its body!”

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Seeing Yang Ling turn the tables, Casey and the rest were elated. The troops that had retreated far away also shouted in excitement. Being able to witness someone kill a level nine Magical Beast was already a lucky sight. Other than the powerful black-robed elder who had seen many things, an average person wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference between the Nine-headed Snake Monster and the Nine-headed Snake Demon.

The Ring of Flames, Ground Guardian Cloak, a large number of Evil Eyes that could get into a formation, the Evil Demon Bartho that was covered in flames, the fabled level nine Magical Beast, giants that were ten meters tall… The crowd was excited. They have never seen such an exciting duel. It was hard to tell who would have the last laugh.

Seeing the group of Withered Tree Warriors appear out of thin air, seeing Yang Ling close in on him, Ymir’s mind went blank. He had exhausted a large amount of blood essence and ten years of his life to forcefully summon the Nine-headed Snake Monster, expecting to humiliate the blasted Summoner Yang Ling, then personally slice his throat open. But to think that he was a Giant Summoner.

Must he use his final trump card?

Seeing the Withered Tree Warriors surrounding the Nine-headed Snake Monster and giving it a beating, Ymir hesitated. The Snake Demon Blood Staff was a secret treasure passed down by his ancestors. It was rumored that his ancestors had pillaged a seaside tribe and excavated the tribe’s treasure from under their sacrificial altar.

After receiving the Snake Demon Blood Staff, the ancestors had left behind a fragmented, incomplete incantation and a lesson, highlighting the fact that forcefully using the Snake Demon Blood Staff would exhaust a large amount of blood essence and might even bring about an unpredictable disaster. One should not use it unless there was no other option.

“Tsk tsk, Brother Ymir, I sure couldn’t tell that you have so much blood within you. To be so energetic despite having bled so much. It must be because you grew up drinking blood. Hehe, how powerful; you sure live up to your name as the b*stard spawn of the Anca family!”

Yang Ling gave a cold laugh when he saw the depressed Ymir. He raised the sharp dagger in his hand and prepared to humiliate him once more before slicing his throat open. But if he knew what Ymir was hesitating about, Yang Ling would have struck immediately. He would not have taken the time for such leisurely chatter.

“Hahaha, great, great, great! Yang Ling, one of our lives will end here today!” Agitated by Yang Ling, the rash Ymir pushed aside the lessons of his ancestors in his fury.

Inflicting three cuts on his wrist, Ymir placed his wound directly on the strange Snake Demon Blood Staff, then started chanting loudly. Ymir quickly turned pale, as if the Snake Demon Blood Staff had absorbed all the blood essence in his body; His muscles shriveled, his eyebrows and hair turning from black to white. His head became bald after a sinister wind blew.

A mummy?

Seeing Ymir wither instantly, Yang Ling felt his scalp turn numb. Every hair on his body stood on end. He instinctively thought about the mummies he had once seen on the television; the empty eye sockets, the withered skin…

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Yang Ling was incredibly shocked, but the surrounding crowd even more so. They did not know what Ymir was trying, and they were worried that Ymir would summon a more horrifying monster. It was rumored that the Anca family were the incarnations of devils. It sure looked true at this moment.

Ymir looked neither like a human nor a ghost. With his final shout, a soaring black fog erupted from the Snake Demon Blood Staff. At the same time, the Nine-headed Snake Monster that was getting clobbered shuddered. After a roar, its body seemed to expand, a black light pulsing through its scales. A metallic clank could be heard when the Withered Tree Warriors bashed its body, as if they had come into contact with a sturdy metal.

After absorbing the black fog released by the Snake Demon Blood Staff, the power of the Nine-headed Snake Monster increased. With a strike, it managed to repel several Withered Tree Warriors. It moved its nine heads in unison, and in that instant, a purple flame covered the sky.

Purple Heavenly Fire?

Sensing the pulsing ripples of Magical Energy, the black-robed elder became shocked. He rapidly opened his eyes. He did not expect the cultivation level of the Nine-headed Snake Monster to increase this drastically after absorbing the black fog released by the Snake Demon Blood Staff. It was now only one step away from evolving to become a level nine Magical Beast that was the Nine-headed Snake Demon. It looked like the Snake Demon Blood Staff was powerful indeed, living up to its reputation as a dark element Divine Weapon.

The Withered Tree Warriors were tall and powerful and had immense strength. But unfortunately, the Purple Heavenly Fire was their nemesis, and their bodies blistered under the flames in the blink of an eye. Seeing this, Yang Ling did not worry about killing the mummy-like Ymir. Instead, he clenched his teeth and summoned all of his Evil Eyes.

“Hahaha, burn, burn, burn. Burn all of these people into charcoal!” Seeing the Nine-headed Snake Monster display its godlike power, Ymir laughed insanely, still holding the eerie Snake Demon Blood Staff. Under his command, the Nine-headed Snake Monster glared at the Withered Tree Warriors, completely oblivious to the horde of Evil Eyes behind it, ready to attack.

“D*mn it, I do not believe that I cannot put a hole in your scales!”

Commanding the Evil Eyes to quickly get into formation, Yang Ling gave the order to attack. At that moment, thousands of Evil Eyes fired at the same time. The pellets of light rained down on the Nine-headed Snake Monster that was caught off guard.

There was no unstoppable spear or unbreakable shield in this world.

The scales of the Nine-headed Snake Monster were hardy, able to withstand even blows from the mighty Withered Tree Warriors. But the Evil Eyes did it. The so-called trash of the Magical Beasts, under Yang Ling’s command, once again shocked the crowd. They saw the true meaning of strength in numbers.

An Evil Eye alone was nothing to be scared of. Its slow attacks, lazy nature, and snail-like speed were all enough for it to be defeated in one strike by its enemies. But when their numbers amounted to more than two thousand, and they were able to release a continuous net of firepower, their destructive capabilities were rather alarming. Quickly, the Nine-headed Snake Monster’s scales had been blasted full of holes, its flesh ripped open in many areas, revealing its pale white bones.

Under the intense pain, the Nine-headed Snake Monster released its beast-like instincts, moving its nine heads at once and covering the sky with flames. It charged toward Yang Ling. With the Unicorn’s speed, Yang Ling managed to avoid being hit time and time again, but the slow Evil Eyes suffered heavy casualties. Some were burnt and rolling on the ground; others were turned to ash, incinerated in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the ravaging Nine-headed Snake Monster, Yang Ling had an idea. He recalled the story of Sun Wukong and the iron fan, and he decided to risk it all. He clenched his teeth and summoned over two thousand Horned Bee Beasts, then commanded them to dig into the exposed wounds of the Nine-headed Snake Monster and tear apart its internal organs.

Hiss…

Suffering from this attack, the Nine-headed Snake Monster rolled on the ground, trying its best to twist its body, hoping to shake off the terrifying Horned Bee Beasts. But it was to no avail. Quickly, it felt the sensation of thousands of ants devouring its body. It shuddered in pain and let out pathetic cries.

Seeing the Nine-headed Snake Monster tired from putting up a fight, the Unicorn and various Withered Tree Guardians who had spiritual qualities joined in the fight without Yang Ling having to command them. This was especially so for the few Withered Tree Warriors that had been burned. They seemed to be furious, hitting the struggling Nine-headed Snake Monster especially hard. After they snapped their giant clubs, they picked up large rocks and slammed them down on the monster repeatedly.

Under the combined attacks of the Evil Eyes, Horned Bee Beasts, Withered Tree Warriors, and the Unicorn, the Nine-headed Snake Monster quickly became covered in blood and wounds. Fresh blood and brain matter flowed out of the snake, and even its intestines spilled out. Its howls became softer and softer, its struggles increasingly less powerful.

After freeing himself from the threat of the Nine-headed Snake Monster, Yang Ling rode on his Unicorn and charged toward the dumbfounded Ymir, fast as lightning. This time, he did not waste his breath on any nonsense. The staff in Ymir’s hands was too strange, and who knew what terrifying monster he could summon next if he was given time.

Yang Ling had fast reactions, but the mummified Ymir only snapped out of his shock after the Nine-headed Snake Monster became motionless. It was too late. Without giving him time to turn and run, Yang Ling’s sharp dagger had already pierced into his Ymir’s heart, killing him with one strike!

“You…”

Ymir looked in disbelief at the dagger, his eyes bulging. He would not rest in peace. Even when he let out his last breath, he could not believe that the plan he had put together for such a long time wasn’t able to grant him revenge. Instead, he was going to die by Yang Ling’s hand.