Chapter 109: Chapter 108: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (Part Eight)_1
This unrighteous sneak attack!
The moment the door opened, Fu Qian felt his senses were slightly assaulted.
Behind the door was a vast underground space, partitioned into different sections by numerous corridors.
Above his head, there were lights placed about every ten meters or so, stretching into the distance.
However, this huge space was currently filled with a dense red fog.
This fog carried an indescribable stench, so intense and tricky, it could compete with a skunk committing suicide by swallowing feces.
Ever since becoming a Transcendent, Fu Qian’s sense of smell had also become unprecedentedly enhanced, and was quite heavily impacted at the moment.
Immediately holding his breath, Fu Qian looked around and noticed beneath the red fog there were strands of yellow-white tendrils.
Whether on the ground or the walls, it was all these strange things, some winding in threads, others coiling and intertwining, extending into the distance.
At first glance, it looked as if the building had come to life.
Quite sinister! In any case, this didn’t look like a scene one would expect in a Night Watchmen Base.
Was the fog emanating from the walls?
Fu Qian frowned.
It was clear to see that on one side of the corridor, there was a row of identical doors, likely leading to separate rooms within.
Considering what the girl above had said, it seemed something was being contained inside.
As for these tendrils…
Fu Qian squinted his eyes, closely observing their directions and found that their source appeared to be in the next corridor.
Should I go take a look?
On this way down, other than the three people he had dealt with above, he hadn’t encountered any other guards.
If he were to leave just like that, it seemed somewhat inappropriate. The effect of startling the snake by hitting the grass might not be good enough.
Fu Qian quickly found a reason to justify his action, boldly satisfying his curiosity.
Moving stealthily forward, Fu Qian followed the direction of the tendrils, walking towards another corridor.
These things seemed to truly have the characteristic of being alive, Fu Qian observed the ground beneath his feet.
With each step he took, it seemed he could induce a trembling in them.
Before long, Fu Qian reached the corner. He maximized his stealth, quietly poking his head out.
WTF?
Down the corridor, there were a pair of eyes also looking at him.
Fu Qian took a deep breath and recognized the owner of the eyes.
Yuan Shan!
Shouldn’t you be outside capturing people? What are you doing crouching down here?
Fu Qian had planned for many possibilities, but he hadn’t expected to bump head-on into this boss.
At the moment, Yuan Shan was standing in the middle of the corridor, in front of the door to one of the rooms.
However, the door, which appeared very sturdy, now had a large hole in it.
Thick, eye-catching tendrils extended from the breach, crawling over the walls and floor, spreading wantonly in every direction.
Most of them, though, were tightly wrapped by a massive black cocoon, writhing incessantly inside.
The giant cocoon was ripped into exaggerated shapes, yet it never seemed to tear.
Was Yuan Shan trying to contain this thing inside?
Fu Qian instantly understood what this Demigod was up to.
No wonder she hadn’t gone out to capture anyone personally; it seemed she was dealing with an emergency here.
But judging by the surroundings, it was only a temporary measure at best.
Of course, now wasn’t the time to think about that; Yuan Shan was still engaged in a deep gaze with him.
Seeing that the Demigod was staring intently at him.
In an instant, Fu Qian realized how he had been discovered.
The vibrations of the tendrils under his feet as he walked had been sensed by her.
Run!
Fu Qian almost instinctively turned and bolted for the exit.
Encountering Yuan Shan directly definitely made for a sufficient startle for the snake.
And it wasn’t just her; in the brief glimpse just now, he saw at least three other people standing by Yuan Shan’s side.
Everyone’s strength seemed to be no less than Fourth Phase.
If they were the guards here, the lineup was simply too luxurious!
No wonder there were no guards outside, they weren’t needed at all!
Fu Qian ran at full speed, racing along the path he had come.
The moment he burst out from underground, he saw the lights flickering outside, and people were continuously rushing over.
So he had indeed remotely notified his subordinates to intercept him.
Fu Qian thought about charging straight out, but the next moment he felt a tightness around his lower leg, which had already been bound by two black ribbon-like objects.
“Since you’re already here, why the hurry to leave?”
Yuan Shan’s seductive voice rang out, and she emerged gracefully from one side, smiling at Fu Qian.
This woman actually got ahead of him!
Fu Qian looked at Yuan Shan, realizing that every Demigod had their extraordinary abilities.
“Your actions are truly incomprehensible.”
Yuan Shan appraised Fu Qian while shaking her head.
“You have served at the Night Watchmen for many years, always diligent and responsible. Recently, however, you activated prohibitions on your own, stole materials, and caused a mess below.”
“And now you’ve returned.”
“What exactly is your purpose?”
So he had found the right place after all!
Had Henrik stolen the Thorn Blood from here? And did those muscle fibers with the foul smell also appear because of it?
Fu Qian quickly extracted some information from Yuan Shan’s words.
“Not saying anything, huh?”
Seeing that Fu Qian was silent, Yuan Shan shook her head with a gesture of her right hand.
“Don’t worry, we can chat slowly.”
As she flicked her fingers lightly, more black ribbons kept appearing. They wove in and out, forming a dense net that swooped down toward Fu Qian.
Planning to trap me in a cocoon like before?
Seeing the black net coming over, Fu Qian shook his head.
Sanity minus one.
In Yuan Shan’s suddenly solemn gaze, the Mythical Form was activated.
Practicing against a Demigod was a rare opportunity indeed.
Fu Qian glanced at his palm, sensing the changes in his body.
The next moment, he leaned back, extending his arms.
What was that move called again?
A black and red burst forth, countless vine-like tentacles shot out from Fu Qian’s limbs and torso.
Boosted by the Mythical Form, each tentacle carried strength comparable to the previous Biochemical Demon Arm, indiscriminately bombarding everything around.
Tendril Barrage Devastator!!
Eclipsing the skies.
“Dodge!”
Under the terror of that one strike, Yuan Shan lost her calm composure.
The myriad of black ribbons suddenly tightened, trying to stop the ubiquitous tentacles.
But the apparently impregnable ribbons held for only a second before they burst apart with a bang.
Boom!
Almost instantly, the tentacles, no longer obstructed, blasted the entire hall into pieces, with countless fragments of stone and glass falling from above.
The black cocoon was forcibly split open, and even a strong being like Yuan Shan had her breath taken away.
Fortunately, Yuan Shan’s obstruction had allowed the others to retreat in time, so there were no casualties.
In the midst of the chaos, a tentacle grabbed a huge tree outside and then suddenly tightened.
With that force, Fu Qian’s body shot out, speeding past everyone, and he ran wildly away without looking back.
“Don’t chase him!”
Yuan Xian, catching her breath, shook her head and stretched out her hand to stop the others.
“He’s not Henrik! Beware of luring the tiger away from the mountain.”