I Have a Golden Crow

Chapter 1031: Chapter 655: Saint Soul Beneath the Axe

Bottomless Pit, southeastern sector.

Unlike the legendary Bottomless environment, this place actually presented a scene of "bamboo spreading into a sea."

"Wooo~~~" A gigantic Chi Bear, wearing a soil-brown conical hat and a soil-brown Bamboo Leaf Cloak, was roaring at the top of its lungs.

In its arms, it was still cradling a colossal bamboo.

That giant bamboo was soil-brown, a hundred meters tall, and extremely thick, clearly not a Mortal Grade item.

As the Chi Bear slammed the giant bamboo in its arms heavily down, yet another stretch of soil-brown bamboo wood burst from the ground, linking together into an ocean.

Demon Skill· Tai Sui You Huang!

Within the soil-brown Bamboo Sea, the ground became incomparably muddy, already turning into a pool of swamp!

Any Cold Beast that so much as touched the ground was bound hand and foot by the mire.

"Wuh!"

"Roooar!!!" The Cold Beasts struggled desperately and bellowed in fury, but in the next instant, they fell silent one after another.

To make these vicious, ferocious Cold Beasts shut up, there were likely only two methods.

Either to have someone of the Cold Race use a Youhan Technique to control them, or... kill! freewebnovel.cσ๓

Cold Beasts that are dead, after all, won’t call out again.

Within the soil-brown bamboo forest, soil-brown bamboo leaves suddenly began to drift and fly.

Those slender bamboo leaves, each and every one of them like a flying knife, darted all across the Bamboo Sea, shredding all living things!

The Bamboo Leaf flying knives pierced the Mud Stone Bulls until they were riddled with holes, blasted the Blast Stones into slag, and shaved the Round Wood Flowing Horses into wooden sticks... fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

In the true Bottomless Pit, the types of Cold Beasts were somewhat different.

There were more Cold Beasts that were huge in size and clumsy in movement.

Yet in this Bamboo Sea where leaves flew wildly, one person remained as steady as Mount Tai.

That tall, lanky figure stood in midair, an aged palm gently stroking the bamboo.

She was like a God in control of life and death, expressionless as she watched the living beings beneath her die one after another.

Heaven and Earth·Langao.

The densely packed bamboo leaves would all deftly detour around this old granny when passing by, to avoid accidental injury.

Some bamboo leaves even swept across her hand, very much like mischievous children acting spoiled, rubbing and nuzzling against Langao’s palm before flying off to kill the enemy.

Within the Bamboo Sea, silver lightning rampaged about, the sharp screech of the Lynx unbearably shrill as it competed with the endless bamboo leaves for kills.

All enemies were bound by the swamp; only this Heterochromatic Lynx had layers of bamboo leaves as footholds beneath its paws, allowing it to roam freely across the battlefield.

"Hss..." Faintly, a dragon’s roar with tremendous penetrating power came drifting over.

Langao’s heart stirred slightly, and she turned her head toward the west.

The Bottomless Battlefield was extremely chaotic, the Cold Beasts’ roars never ceasing, yet that dragon’s roar possessed such penetration that it could travel all the way here...

"Moo!"

Just as Langao was pondering, a loud bellow of a bull sounded from behind her, filled with rage and unwillingness.

The Mud Stone Bull thrashed violently in the swamp, but the more it struggled, the faster it sank.

Even on the verge of death, that pair of blood-red bovine eyes of the Mud Stone Bull still locked firmly onto that tall, thin figure.

"Elder Langao!" A soldier’s voice came through the earpiece.

"Moo!!!" The Mud Stone Bull, already riddled with holes, let out its final roar.

Langao pressed one hand to her ear and answered softly, "Mm."

From her shoulder, a Mud Hand suddenly shot out, expanding as it lunged forward until that palm finally slapped down onto the Mud Stone Bull’s head.

The Mud Stone Bull was thus pressed by its skull, forced inch by inch down into the swamp.

In that instant, it truly was a mud bull entering the sea—no sound ever to be heard again.

"Elder Langao, the Youhan Tree has gathered the elite troops of the Youhan Realm. They’re currently in the southwestern sector, approximately 1,100 meters from your position."

Langao glanced across the battlefield of drifting bamboo leaves and her figure swiftly flew toward the southwest.

There was no need for more words; she already understood the military’s intention.

"Meow~" Seeing this, the Silver Lynx hurriedly bounded over, using its massive body to support its master’s feet.

"Yip!" Behind them, the gigantic Earth Bamboo Chi Bear scampered forward a couple of steps.

As it ran, the Chi Bear had already gathered layers of bamboo leaves beneath its feet.

Countless Bamboo Leaf flying knives swiftly assembled into a "Flying Sword."

The Earth Bamboo Chi Bear was actually pulling off a very xianxia-flavored Sword Flight?

Langao’s voice was equally aged: "That dragon roar—head for that location."

"Yes, Elder Langao, it should be there!" The soldier’s reply remained relatively precise, even using the word "should." "Please hurry to provide support!"

Langao: "Species, Level."

Soldier: "This dragon’s roar comes from the Dragon Turtle Race, which has long since gone extinct in Great Xia. In terms of power Level... it should be higher than Demon Saint Level!"

Langao’s face remained expressionless, but in those deep eyes of hers, there finally appeared a trace of human emotion.

Within the Youhan Realm, there actually still existed a race that had long since perished in Great Xia?

And the soldier’s next words made Langao’s heart give a jolt: "This Dragon Turtle belongs to our Great Xia. It is the Demon Pet of Paper Crane Disciple·Du Yu!"

Langao: "Oh?"

The soldier’s words were clearly beyond her expectations.

Paper Crane Disciple?

Du Yu?

This name—she seemed to have heard it somewhere before?

Sure enough! The first time the two sides met, the Demon Taming Saint’s eyes held only the Desolate Silver Lynx, not Du Yu who was standing on the Lynx’s Head.

One had to know, the very first sentence Du Yu spoke at that time was, "Junior Du Yu greets Elder Langao."

But then again... mm, it was also possible that Elder Langao was just getting on in years and prone to forgetting things?

All these years, Langao had been in seclusion, focused on Cultivation, not very knowledgeable about worldly affairs.