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"Ah!"
The old man felt as if his right foot had been chopped off, his emaciated chest heaving violently, like a worn-out bellows that was leaking air but had to be pulled. He knew that the foot of the Scarecrow hanging from the tree branch had been severed—this was because he shared a deep connection with the Scarecrow; no matter what kind of injury the Scarecrow sustained, it would reflect upon him.
"Hoo hoo hoo!"
The old man gasped for breath; his opponent was definitely a master. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to break through his magic.
The expression on the old man's face changed rapidly, but the process was short, lasting only a few seconds. Then he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. With a rip, he tore open his clothes, revealing his emaciated chest. His ribs were clearly visible, crisscrossed with numerous scars, each as thick as a finger. It was evident that they were bite marks, clearly left by some creature. The two largest bite marks were even as big as a fist!
With trembling hands, he drew a gleaming Curved Blade from his waist. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged it into his chest until it stopped halfway.
"Hoo hoo~~"
The immense pain twisted the old man's face, but in an instant, he pulled the knife out.
"Thud!"
As soon as the knife was pulled out, blood gushed forth like a small fountain. However, instead of being bright red or dark red, the blood was as black as ink and sprayed onto the Skull. It reacted like red-hot iron meeting water, hissing loudly before evaporating completely. But suddenly, the Skull turned bright red, as if a hormone-infused animal had suddenly come to life.
"Ma~~~ Kong~~~~~ Hu~~~~ Dong~~~~~"
A series of incantations poured rapidly from the old man's mouth. The Curved Blade transformed into a club and began striking the Skull one blow after another!
"Kong~~ Kong~~ Kong~~~"
The special sounds produced by striking the Skull amidst the incantations felt incredibly strange to anyone who heard them.
"Hoo!!!"
Skull slowly began to spin, starting off slow and then accelerating until it resembled a high-speed rotating motor, leaving only a blur in its wake.
A cloud of black mist spread out from the spinning Skull, drifting off into the distance.
Machete was fiercely swung towards Scarecrow, but suddenly came to a halt!
Ancient Sorcerer retracted Machete, slowly turned around, and fixed his gaze on the night sky. There seemed to be something there, but to him, it was anything but empty: a mist-like substance was spreading toward him, pure black. If one did not pay close attention, it would be indistinguishable from the night itself, or even if noticed, it would simply appear as fog.
"Struggling in vain?!"
Ancient Sorcerer let out a cold laugh. He knew this mist must have been released by the opponent, and once it came into contact with the Scarecrow hanging from the tree, it would be "absorbed," greatly increasing its power.
How could he allow such a thing to happen before him? Bending down to adjust the torch, Ancient Sorcerer swung his hand, sending the torch straight toward the mist.
"Screech!!!"
As soon as the torch made contact with the mist, it emitted a sound reminiscent of a beast desperately grinding its teeth, causing an uncomfortable sensation in one's jaw. The entire mist then surged like a stormy sea, "roiling" violently.
The churning mist suddenly coalesced into a massive Wolf Head, letting out a fierce howl before opening its jaws wide to bite at Ancient Sorcerer.
"Hmph!"
Ancient Sorcerer did not back down; he raised Machete and thrust it directly into the wolf's mouth!
"Roar!!!!"
The enormous eyes of the Wolf Head locked onto Ancient Sorcerer, as if filled with unwillingness, but ultimately it vanished into the night sky.
"Whoosh!!!!"
The entire mist condensed into drops of water, which fell down and quickly formed small pits on the ground upon impact.
Ancient Sorcerer's expression changed drastically; he knew these small holes were not created by impact but were a result of corrosion!
"We can't give them any more chances!"
Ancient Sorcerer immediately realized the gravity of the situation. The opponent was definitely a master, and if they were given more time, they might conjure up something else. Therefore, it was crucial to end this quickly!
Turning around, Ancient Sorcerer exerted force with his legs, charging forward before leaping high into the air. At the peak of his jump, Machete came crashing down towards Scarecrow's "neck"!
"Hmph! Die!"
Machete struck fiercely at Scarecrow's "neck," delivering a brutal blow that caused Scarecrow to snap in half, sending a fist-sized Grass Head flying out.
Seeing Scarecrow's head soar into the air, Ancient Sorcerer, still airborne, reacted swiftly and reached out with his left hand holding the torch.
"Whoosh!"
The Grass Head caught fire as the torch ignited it instantly!
"Bang!"
The burning Grass Head crashed to the ground, rolling away while emitting a wailing sound of "wah wah wah." As it rolled, it surprisingly began to move further away.
"Trying to escape?!"
Ancient Sorcerer wasted no time and rushed forward. With his right hand, he plunged Machete down hard into the Grass Head, pinning it firmly to the ground so it could no longer move.
If this Grass Head got away, it would definitely lead to endless troubles!
Seeing the Grass Head nailed to the ground, the Ancient Sorcerer piled up the previous eighteen Scarecrows on top of it.
Flames shot into the sky, and a stream of blood-red smoke suddenly erupted, rising high into the air.
Upon seeing this blood smoke, the Ancient Sorcerer let out a sigh of relief and sat down heavily on the ground. He felt completely drained, as if all his energy had evaporated!
"Look, what is that?"
Fang Miao, who had been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, immediately shouted when she saw a stream of blood smoke appear in the distance.
Fang Daoming and the others were also stunned. The blood-red smoke was already shocking, but even more astonishing was that as the smoke slowly rose, they could see centipedes, scorpions, and even human heads rolling around inside it!
"I can't! I have to go take a look!"
At that moment, Fang Miao could no longer care about the Ancient Sorcerer's "order" not to approach; she dashed out and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Seeing this, Fang Daoming and the others immediately followed suit. At this moment, their thoughts were just like Fang Miao's—they wanted to rush over to see what was happening and what this strange blood smoke was all about!
"Damn it, what is going on here?"
Zheng Ying shivered violently. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to follow them to see what was happening.
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