Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 677 28: Sweeping Through the Devil’s Den! (Part 2)

First eliminate the wizard in a team battle!

The southern shaman woman has chosen the wrong target, first Lu Shanjun and then Duncan. Had she targeted others directly, she might have succeeded.

"My life ends here!"

Seeing Duncan, with overwhelming murderous aura approaching, the southern shaman woman makes a decisive move, bites her tongue and spits out a mouthful of blood, her mana in the ancestral aperture goes berserk. Suddenly, a sinister wind of three feet rises from the ground, accompanied by ghostly wails, and apparitions of ghostly figures and children appear, attempting to block Duncan's gun lance aura.

——Nailing Shadow Curse!

The southern shaman woman spits out a mouthful of blood from her heart, her face instantly pale as paper. She uses a nail to pierce her fingertip, lightning-fast, soaking a straw figure in her palm with blood, and then directly stabs five coffin nails into it.

The ghostly shadows scream sharply.

In an instant, the youth sees a purgatory-like illusion, countless ghosts crawl at his feet, the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, Purgatory Ghost Domain, even a mortal might die from fright.

But unfortunately for the youth, everything before him is just ordinary.

Not good!

The shaman woman cast a curse dragging the young master into an illusion!

No.

Lady Jade Face's expression changes slightly. In the plain sight of many, the youth's shadow weirdly distorts. He himself shows almost no change, merely a hint of bewilderment in his eyes, but his shadow gets nailed by pins, fixing limbs before the last long nail pierces the skull.

A drop of blood appears at the center of the youth's forehead, as if an invisible long nail is penetrating his skull.

Murderous aura runs wild!

Duncan's internal murderous aura surges into the ancestral aperture, tearing apart all ghostly illusions. The moment he opens his eyes, they are eerie like blood, resembling an ancient demon god descending, breaking the curse that almost drained the southern shaman woman's life.

The youth's figure glides along the ground, the gun lance pierces through, directly skewers the old shaman woman, and slams the corpse onto a nearby stone pillar.

Wizards and shamans alike, if they come close, they all fall with one knife each.

"Although such curse magic is rare in this world, it cannot be overlooked!"

The southern shaman woman's corpse falls to the ground like rotting meat, her bones and flesh shattered by vigorous true qi, landing like they were struck by the debilitating palm technique, turning into filth, more ghost shadows flocking to feast on her corpse.

These ghost shadows, mortals cannot see with naked eyes.

Big trouble!

The only old shaman skilled in witchcraft in Evil Valley was killed.

One must know she is well-known in southern regions, even has disciples in distant Annam. Her curse magic is generally hard to guard against, unless one's fate is extraordinary, otherwise, even the demons and ghosts of Evil Valley fear her to some extent.

Clang!

Sparks explode.

Lu Shanjun receives the blade with bare hands, sounds like iron and steel, the horizontal sweep of Tiger Tail, knocks Zhu Jie back with a muffled grunt.

Lady Jade Face, Fu Jianhan, Monk Bu Jie and others are fighting the demons and ghosts in Evil Valley evenly matched, their strength slightly superior, but Evil Valley's demons and ghosts are more numerous, familiar with the terrain, they immediately retreat when slightly disadvantaged.

——Breaking through a thousand troops.

The most fluid on the battlefield is Duncan, who just killed the southern shaman woman with a spear. The wizard is dead, no one can stop him now.

Duncan's long spear pierces through the air, Lady Jade Face immediately advances, her finger force like sword energy traversing, in mere moments, the four-eyed Yaksha gets stabbed to death by the youth.

Entering the Innate Realm, his power becomes even more terrifying.

After killing the shaman woman, Duncan's mana in the ancestral aperture changes, a faint ghostly cry accompanies his spear shadows.

"Mana Bar increased by one third."

"Seems like."

"I increase true qi by killing martial arts masters, increase mana by killing shamanistic individuals."

Killing wrongly, all effort wasted.

The old shaman woman's martial arts were quite ordinary, mainly focusing on human apertures, especially the ancestral aperture. Others practice qi, she cultivates divine power, emphasizing 'Spirit' as the foundation, doesn't prioritize refining essence and qi.

But among these people, there's an exception: the shamanistic individuals who can invite the god to possess them. Once their curse is complete, they rival supreme masters.

Yet, the martial arts they gain aren't truly their own.

The youth dives back into the fray, like the reincarnation of a tyrant, stirring the storm, ordinary villains, one spear each, slaughtering corpses piled across the land. If facing masters, they don't last beyond a few moves. In the blink of an eye, the stone forest is littered with corpses, leaving him alone having killed dozens of Evil Valley's demons and ghosts.

Lu Shanjun has killed fewer!

"This little brother's murderous aura is growing stronger!"

Lu Shanjun's skill advances, but he is not proficient with weapons, unable to subdue Zhu Jie for now. The difference between five-star gold and six-star silver-gray strength isn't vast, to determine a winner requires at least a hundred exchanges.

During the Three Kingdoms period, clashes between peerless warriors frequently extended to dozens or even hundreds of rounds.

Both are horizontal training masters of the era, with tough skin and flesh. Ordinary little injuries are trivial, truly falling to the downside requires serious injury.

Yet, the situation in the valley has been thoroughly broken by the youth.

Zhu Jie cannot stop the youth, with a spear, cutting down a large swath. Nearly all top ten villains suffer heavy losses, remaining small fry here, seeing things going awry, scared to the core, fleeing for life.

——"Fear-stricken (murderous aura condenses): When your killing intent rises, all nearby enemies who feel it will be scared to the core. If unable to resist the murderous aura with willpower, the enemy will lose seventy percent of courage."