Chapter 246: Chapter 245: Think You Can Escape? Can You? (Please Subscribe)
A minute passed,
Five minutes passed,
Nearly ten minutes passed.
Since the appearance of the Fire Scaly Pig until now, not to mention Elite-level Fierce Beasts, there hadn’t even been a single High-level Fierce Beast.
"What’s going on?"
Chen Fan furrowed his brows.
Could it be that there are no Elite-level Fierce Beasts nearby?
That possibility couldn’t be ruled out. Counting the Fire Scaly Pig from earlier, there had already been three Elite-level Fierce Beasts.
But surely High-level Fierce Beasts should be around, right? He had seen several before, but they had all been scared away by the Fire Scaly Pig.
Thinking of this, a flash of insight crossed Chen Fan’s mind.
Could the Fire Scaly Pig’s aura be so terrifying that it scared away all the Fierce Beasts around?
"There’s a good chance of that happening."
Chen Fan slapped his thigh.
If that’s the case, then he needs to consider whether to change his location.
Thinking of this, he checked around, and within a five-kilometer radius, there weren’t any signs of Fierce Beasts.
Just then, several auras suddenly intruded.
"Fierce Beasts coming?"
Chen Fan’s eyes showed a hint of joy.
And five of them at once?
"No, something’s not right!"
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly.
These auras were fundamentally different from those of Fierce Beasts.
"Could it be people?"
He furrowed his brows and looked toward the direction where the five auras were coming.
Even though this was a deserted wilderness with Elite-level Fierce Beasts appearing, it couldn’t be ruled out that high-skill adventurers or Martial Artists like him could venture this far.
Seeing the mountain of Fierce Beast corpses not far away, would those adventurers resist the temptation?
"The worst-case scenario has happened."
Chen Fan sighed lightly.
Fortunately, he had already mentally prepared for this, first trying to persuade them nicely. If they didn’t appreciate it, he would have to take action.
And indeed, those auras belonged to Peng Song and his group.
They hurried all the way from the village without stopping.
A distance of four or five kilometers was just a matter of a few breaths.
Soon, they arrived in front of the pile of Fierce Beast corpses, each of them looking up at the mountain of materials, their excitement making their bodies tremble.
"My God, so many Fierce Beast corpses! That’s a Fire Scaly Pig! My God? It’s a Fire Scaly Pig!" exclaimed a black-robed man whose eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.
"Not just a Fire Scaly Pig, there’s also a Lion Ape, and a Black Feathered Eagle!"
"Three, three Elite-level Fierce Beasts!"
"And over ten High-level Fierce Beasts!"
After speaking, they looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Peng Song, at the front, had a look of intense desire in his eyes.
These Fierce Beasts seemed to have died not too long ago, their bodies still fresh.
Can’t say more, just the blood and flesh provided by the three Elite-level Fierce Beasts would equal the several villages they sacrificed earlier.
Not to mention, there were over ten High-level Fierce Beasts too.
He doubted whether the black ball in his hand could absorb all of these. If not, he’d have to make another trip.
"Brother Peng," a black-robed person behind him asked doubtfully, "how come all these Fierce Beast corpses are piled up here? Could it be intentional?"
"You’re right."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind them.
"Who?"
They were shocked and turned around hurriedly.
They saw a person holding a Longbow with a long knife at his waist, wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, appearing in front of them.
"I killed these Fierce Beasts and piled their corpses here to attract more of them."
Chen Fan finished and scrutinized the group.
He felt an uncomfortable sensation from these few people.
Clad in black robes with gloomy expressions, the leader holding a black ball.
They didn’t look like good people.
"You killed them?"
Upon hearing this, they looked at each other.
Somewhat doubtful.
Three Elite-level Fierce Beasts! And the Fire Scaly Pig was the toughest among them.
Even if they all teamed up, killing it would be questionable.
Then out came someone claiming he had killed them.
"Yes."
Chen Fan nodded briefly, "Whether you believe me or not, the fact is these prey are my trophies. You should leave."
They looked at each other again and finally focused their gaze on Peng Song.
Peng Song’s mouth curved into a mocking smile as he looked at Chen Fan and said, "Friend, do you think seeing us today means you’ll leave here alive?"
With those words, the others also reacted, revealing sinister smiles.
"What do you mean?"
Chen Fan’s brows furrowed, "Are you planning to kill me?"
"Indeed."
Peng Song laughed, "Honestly, we didn’t notice you nearby initially. You could have lived, but you fatefully showed yourself, making us feel obligated to kill you."
He signaled to two people beside him.
The two immediately launched themselves like arrows, rushing at Chen Fan from left and right.
"Martial Artists?"
Chen Fan’s eyes showed a trace of surprise.
Without responding, the two reached Chen Fan swiftly, launching strikes at his head and chest with explosive force.
Shockingly, their fists and feet carried a lot of black aura.
Chen Fan’s figure flashed, reappearing hundreds of meters away.
"What?"
The two were stunned upon finding their enemy’s sudden disappearance.
The next moment.
"Thud!"
There was a crisp sound.
One of them was pierced by an arrow, being sent flying in the air.
"?"
The shot person stared at the blood hole in his chest with an incredulous expression, seemingly confused.
"Thud!"
Another sound echoed, and the other person met the same fate as his companion.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, leaving the remaining three black-robed men unresponsive.
"Speak, who are you?"
Chen Fan stood at a distance, his arrow aimed at the leader.
Those black auras from their bodies left an uncomfortable feeling.
The three looked at each other.
"Kill him."
Peng Song commanded again.
His companions nodded, one of them darting forward like an arrow, targeting Chen Fan.
His body surface unknowingly appearing covered in black aura.
The other one gazed fixedly at Chen Fan, chanting some sort of spell.
Chen Fan, not far away, suddenly felt his body sinking, immobilized.
And at that moment, the other black-robed man reached him, a dagger appearing in his hand, shrouded in dense black aura.
With joy in his eyes, he shouted:
"Die!"
Chen Fan sneered subtly, dodging the inevitable strike.
Meanwhile, the chanting black-robed man nearby spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura quickly waning, looking stunned.
How could it be!
His Imprisonment Technique should have controlled even top-level C-level Awakened for a second or two.
Previously, they relied on this move to ambush many pursuers.
Yet, it didn’t even immobilize this guy for half a second?
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
The dagger-wielding black-robed man was kicked by Chen Fan, exploding mid-air.
Chen Fan stared at the remaining two, "You give me an odd feeling, not like Awakened or Martial Artists. Who are you? And what’s that black ball in your hand?"
Peng Song and his companion glanced at each other, fear flashing deep in their eyes.
Even a fool could see, they had hit a hard target.
In mere seconds, most of his companions had died, only two left, one losing combat capability.
"Brother Peng, you should go, leave me."
The blood-spitting black-robed man whispered.
"But?" Peng Song hesitated.
"Go!"
Hurried, the injured man said, "If you die here, our efforts will be wasted!"
"Fine!"
Peng Song nodded, staring at Chen Fan as if to etch his face into his memory.
Next second, he vanished, leaving only a wisp of black smoke.
"Hahaha!"
The injured man laughed joyfully.
It’s just death?
He had that resolve since joining the Black Demon Sect.
He always wished to return to Lord Black Demon’s embrace.
And their sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain. Once Brother Peng brought the news back, sect leaders would surely handle this guy!
Then he would learn what it means to live or die!
"Running? Can you escape?"
Chen Fan activated Celestial Response to its maximum, sensing 20 kilometers radius.
Mental power rapidly depleting at almost 9000 points per second.
In that instant, he sensed dozens of auras!
Mostly familiar ones, High-level Fierce Beasts, a few Elite ones.
Other unfamiliar auras likely unseen Fierce Beasts.
In the southeast, seven to eight kilometers away, an aura quickly fled.
"Got you."
Chen Fan smiled and shot southeast like a rocket.
"Fool."
The injured man grinned smugly.
Catch Brother Peng?
Daydreaming!
He might use this chance to escape too.
He thought and took out a black elixir, consuming it, then ran in the opposite direction.