Chapter 211: Feeding the Beasts (Patreon)

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At this moment, the other two groups of Flying Boats were lured away by two packs of Demonic Beasts, making it impossible for them to return for rescue in the short term.

The three Flying Boats swiftly retreated in the opposite direction. Just as they were about to break through the encirclement from the gap, fifteen third-tier Demonic Beasts flew out from the Demonic Beast group, blocking their way out.

With formidable enemies in front and tens of thousands of flying Demonic Beasts chasing from behind, they found themselves with no other option but to charge forward, despite having no way to retreat.

Five Golden Core Cultivators flew out from the three Flying Boats, facing the fifteen third-tier Demonic Beasts.

As Song Wei was about to leave, he turned around and instructed, "We'll go and lead away the third-tier Demonic Beasts. You guys break through on your own!"

After days of interaction, Wang Hong felt that Uncle Song wasn't as stern as he initially seemed. In fact, he was quite easy to get along with.

After a secret discussion among the five Golden Core Cultivators, they decided to take the initiative. Simultaneously, they unleashed their magical treasures and attacked a half-human, half-horse Demonic Beast ahead.

This particular Demonic Beast had already developed some humanoid features and seemed to be an important figure among the Demonic Beasts. If they could kill or injure it, it would be easier to divert the attention of the third-tier Demonic Beasts. Then, once they reunited with the other two groups of Flying Boats, they could counterattack.

This Demonic Beast was currently in the midst of the group of Demons, feeling proud of its calculations when suddenly, five magical treasures struck towards it.

It quickly raised its two front hooves to block. After a series of loud bangs, it felt intense pain as one of its front hooves was shattered.

Following that, five figures swiftly passed by it, not forgetting to send their magical treasures towards it again before leaving.

Fortunately, several other third-tier Demonic Beasts arrived at this moment, helping block a few magical treasures.

Enraged, the half-human, half-horse Demonic Beast roared and chased after the five figures.

Seeing that the leading Demonic Beast was catching up, the other third-tier Demonic Beasts followed closely behind.

Only a large, emerald-green serpent remained in place, coiling its snake body like a small mountain, spitting snake venom and blocking everyone's retreat.

As the three Flying Boats approached, the snake body tumbled in the air, and its tail swept, causing one Flying Boat to somersault several times in mid-air.

Simultaneously, thousands of Spiritual Weapons flew out from the three Flying Boats, slashing towards the demonic serpent ahead.

"Clang, clang, clang!" Nearly a thousand Spiritual Weapons hit the serpent's scales, producing a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Only a few Spiritual Weapons managed to pierce through the scales, penetrating a few inches into the demonic snake flesh.

However, even if they couldn't breach its defenses, with thousands of Spiritual Weapons, each carrying the strength of several thousand pounds, the combined force amounted to several million pounds.

The tremendous impact caused the demonic serpent's body to tumble in the air repeatedly, howling in pain.

Wang Hong observed the scene and thought, "It's a shame, the coordination among the Cultivators on the three Flying Boats is too poor."

If they could coordinate like his subordinates, hitting the same spot simultaneously to form a collective force, harnessing the strength of over a thousand people, they could slay this demonic serpent in one strike.

Seizing the opportunity, the three Flying Boats continued forward, bombarding the demonic serpent with a continuous barrage of Spiritual Weapons, causing it to roll forward in agony.
Suddenly, the Demonic serpent surged into the air, temporarily avoiding most of the Spiritual Weapons. Then, in a swift move, its body entwined around one of the Flying Boats.

The Demonic serpent's coils tightened around the Flying Boat, squeezing the protective Light Shield into deformation.

Although the crowd's Spiritual Weapons struck the Demonic serpent's body, it remained motionless while coiled around the Flying Boat.

After a few breaths, there was a loud "bang," and the defense shield on the Flying Boat was crushed.

With the shield broken, Foundation Building Cultivators within were ejected one by one from the boat.

The giant serpent took a deep breath, instantly sucking in two Foundation Building Cultivators, devouring them alive.

More than three hundred people flew out from the ejected group, steering their flying instruments toward the other two Flying Boats.

Cultivators on the other two Flying Boats were also attacking the Demonic serpent with all their might, aiming to support the three hundred individuals.

The Demonic serpent swung its tail in the air, whipping several Cultivators into blood mist.

Then, in a lunge, it entangled the Flying Boat where Wang Hong was situated.

Seeing the Demonic serpent inhale, destabilizing a Cultivator flying towards it, Wang Hong acted quickly. He grabbed a piece of sizzling Demonic Beast meat from a barbecue grill and threw it into the serpent's mouth.

Simultaneously, as he grabbed the meat, he inserted a black pill into it – the Poison "Devouring Spirit" he had developed.

This poison pill dissolved quickly upon contact with water, blending seamlessly into the meat's juices, becoming invisible.

The Demonic serpent, about to swallow another Foundation Building Cultivator, suddenly had something fly into its mouth. Finding it quite tasty, it swallowed the meat along with the pill.

The Cultivator, fortunate to be spared, hurriedly flew back into the Flying Boat.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving me!" In such perilous moments, those willing to lend a helping hand were rare.

Wang Hong, seeing the Demonic serpent swallow the meat, became less anxious about it entangling the Flying Boat.

Swiftly grabbing another piece of grilled meat, this time he added poison derived from the Red Powder Skull Flower – once again, an invisible toxin.

Since the Light Shield of the Flying Boat acted as a barrier to detection, the Demonic serpent was unaware of Wang Hong spicing up the meat. Oblivious, it swallowed another piece.

Wang Hong proceeded to season the remaining grilled meat on the Flying Boat, tossing them one by one to the Demonic serpent.

Now, Wang Hong could only pray silently, hoping that these poisons would be effective against the third-tier Demonic Beast.

While Wang Hong was feeding the serpent, the Foundation Building Cultivators who had lost their Flying Boat had already flown onto another one.

As for the one Wang Hong was on, normal individuals shouldn't approach it.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of flying Demonic Beasts had formed an encircling posture.

When the Demonic serpent swallowed the eighth piece of meat, it suddenly felt a severe stomachache, as if being twisted from the inside. Its abdominal muscles writhed, and then it opened its mouth, regurgitating two pieces of meat.

As for the others, they had already been digested. The digestive ability of a third-tier Demonic Beast was quite powerful.

Enraged, the Demonic serpent was about to intensify its entanglement, intending to swallow everyone inside. However, after some consideration, it thought crushing them into pieces would be sufficient; swallowing might lead to a stomachache.

At this moment, it felt an unbearable stomachache and overall weakness, rendering it powerless.

Simultaneously, it experienced dizziness, headache, drowsiness, blurred vision, bleeding gums, and intolerable itching all over its body.

In short, under the influence of numerous poisons, though not fatal, it brought forth countless discomforts.

Every part of its body, from teeth to tail, itched unbearably, and every joint ached.

Now, from head to tail, there was not a single comfortable spot on its body.

Especially the strange itchiness, making it extremely uncomfortable. Unlike others who could scratch an itch, it didn't have hands.

Unable to endure any longer, it no longer cared about the Flying Boat and leaped towards a peak, rolling and rubbing between the peaks.

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