"Whoosh!"
Amidst the flying runes of the Great Dao, Long Chen put away the Qiankun Cauldron on his head. With its protection, Long Chen dared to let Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er unleash full firepower.
"Is he dead?"
Huo Ling'er transformed into a beautiful young girl and asked.
"Of the eight clones, three were wiped out, and five escaped." Long Chen shook his head and said.
"What on earth is going on? The original body was killed, yet the clone can still survive?" Lei Ling'er couldn't help but say.
She and Huo Ling'er had been hiding in the mouth of the black giant ape, sealing themselves and using the aura of the black giant ape as cover, concealing themselves flawlessly, which allowed them to deceive Ying Tian.
Everything went very smoothly. At the moment Ying Tian killed the black giant ape with a single sword, the two launched an attack, and Long Chen seized the opportunity to deliver a decisive blow.
Last time he attacked the clone, Long Chen realized that the head was not Ying Tian's vital point, so this time he switched to attacking his back.
Logically, Long Chen should have killed Ying Tian's true body, but the real body was dead, yet the clone was still alive, which left Long Chen stunned.
"Maybe he never even had clones; those nine are his true selves." Long Chen said gravely.
No matter what kind of avatar it is, there is a distinction between primary and secondary aspects, but Yingtian's avatar seems to have none. If it were a clone, each one was a clone; if it was the true body, each one was the real body. Such a technique was something Long Chen had never heard of.
But thinking about the Fate-Hunting Clan, if they dared to challenge the Purple Blood Clan, they must have their own strengths. Having such a cultivation method is understandable.
"So annoying, even this can't kill him!" Huo Ling'er said somewhat annoyedly.
"Even if we didn't kill him, we still took half his life. Our attacks were flawless, and he wasn't even qualified to use the purple banner. Losing so many clones at once, he probably won't dare face us anytime soon." Long Chen reassured him with a smile.
Although he didn't understand the secret techniques of the Fate-Hunting clan, Long Chen deduced that this time Ying Tian was severely weakened and would have escaped as far as possible.
So this trap wasn't a failure either. At least for now, Long Chen was safe and didn't have to worry about being schemed against. Long Chen's mood instantly improved a lot.
It must be said, this Ying Tian is terrifying, with endless methods to use. If it were any other powerhouse, they would have died a hundred times over under these circumstances, yet he still managed to escape.
"This guy is very cunning. I wonder if he'll fall for it again next time." Lei Ling'er also said somewhat regretfully.
Long Chen reached out his large hand, gently stroking Lei Ling'er's purple hair, and smiled, "Next time, we won't need to set a trap. We'll use real strength to beat him down." "
Yes, with real strength, I crushed him!" When Long Chen said this, Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er both laughed.
Because here, countless Saint-level magical beasts existed. As long as there were enough corpses, their strength increased rapidly every day.
This time, Ying Tian was severely injured, and who knows when he'll recover? Time is the most favorable for them, so Long Chen's words instantly made them happy, and their previous frustration vanished without a trace.
Long Chen threw the two corpses on the ground into the chaotic space. Although he lost a Saint-level magical beast in this battle, he didn't care. The black giant ape was too foolish, not knowing how to cooperate, and was extremely difficult to command.
Using its life as bait to severely injure Ying Tian was already a great deal. When Long Chen threw the two corpses into the chaotic space and glanced at the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma, he found it had already begun to grow a fourth leaf.
According to the Qiankun Cauldron, the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma is considered fully mature when it reaches its ninth leaf, and its medicinal effects will reach its peak.
After just a few hours, the fourth leaf had grown. As for the nine, as long as there were enough magical beast corpses, it shouldn't take long.
Long Chen quickly cleaned up the battlefield and found a spiritual spring inside the cave guarded by the Violent Bear.
However, this time Long Chen's luck wasn't so good. The spirit spring was already on the verge of drying up and was of little value. It was likely that once the spring dried up, the violent bear would have to move. However, it was unlucky to have been targeted by Long Chen.
In the following days, Long Chen felt much more at ease. With Yingtian's inspiration, he began setting traps to deal with those magical beasts.
Because magical beasts lack intelligence and are easily deceived, Long Chen disregarded his pride to obtain their corpses and began refining all kinds of shameless medicines.
All kinds of poisons, laxatives, and even aphrodisiac potions were concocted, then used various means to trick these magical beasts into taking them.
It's not the alchemists' arrogance, but the fear that alchemists are thugs. Once these magical beasts take Long Chen's medicine, they're doomed, and in the end, they all die tragically at the hands of Long Chen, Huo Ling'er, and Lei Ling'er.
Long Chen's killing methods were more efficient than Ying Tian's. Ying Tian needed to wait for an opportunity, while Long Chen was creating opportunities, killing three to five Saint-level magical beasts every day.
After ten days, the black soil was barely able to devour it; more than twenty corpses were piled there, waiting to be devoured by the black soil.
During these ten days, Long Chen finally caught a decent magical beast—a snow eagle. Compared to other magical beasts, it was much smarter and could at least understand some of Long Chen's simple commands.
With that snow eagle in hand, Long Chen began flying swiftly in one direction. The eagle was extremely fast, and it was extremely powerful in its own right. When it passed over some magical beast territories, these beasts only dared to roar and warn, but didn't dare to attack or pursue.
Along the way, they encountered some weaker magical beasts. Long Chen directly ordered the snow eagles to kill them. With the cooperation of Long Chen, Huo Ling'er, and Lei Ling'er, the battle ended in just a few breaths.
With the snow sculptures, Long Chen didn't even need to go to great lengths to set traps or feed medicine to the magical beasts. He could easily catch more than a dozen magical beasts in a single day.
Not only did he collect the corpses of magical beasts, but he could also acquire treasures occupied by these beasts—some were ores, some were rare medicines, and some were things even Long Chen didn't recognize. No matter what it was, Long Chen would loot everything; otherwise, it wouldn't be his style.
However, along the way, Long Chen also encountered an extremely terrifying presence. Once, they encountered a berserk hawk that chased them all the way, and even the four of them together were utterly defeated by it, completely no match for them.
Fortunately, they escaped fast enough to escape the territory of the berserk hawk. Fortunately, magical beasts are magical beasts—most are hand-to-hand combat, without much divine power. Otherwise, they would have truly been finished.
Fortunately, magical beasts stronger than the snow sculptures are rare. Long Chen sped in one direction for a whole month, and finally, the surrounding aura began to change. The violent aura in the air grew weaker and weaker.
Long Chen was overjoyed. The area where magical beasts lived was not suitable for other races to live long-term. The fading aura here meant he was about to leave this wild land.
Another day passed. Along the way, Long Chen didn't see any more powerful magical beasts. At this point, his snow eagle began to become somewhat agitated, gradually losing control.
Because of the aura here, it began to feel uncomfortable. With no other choice, Long Chen had to release it and remove the slave seal.
Fortunately, this snow eagle was smarter than other magical beasts. After removing the slave seal, it did not attack Long Chen; otherwise, it would have been killed on the spot.
After letting the snow sculpture go, Long Chen continued forward. Suddenly, an arrow shot into the sky ahead, its piercing screech streaking across the sky.
"It's a whistling arrow, this should be a distress signal. Go check it out!"
Long Chen's Kunpeng wings spread wide behind him, like a golden lightning bolt, speeding toward the direction of the whistling arrow.