bullyxtreme Chapter 457
Chapter 457
Night fell over this ancient and mysterious martial world, and the air was thick with tension and fear. Inside the stronghold, the group was cornered by a huge and ferocious monster. Its blood-red eyes, like copper bells, gleamed with a fierce light, and every roar made their eardrums ache.
In this critical moment, a spark of hope ignited in everyone's hearts, as if they had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. They knew this was a rare opportunity that they had to seize, or their lives would be in danger. The man gripped his longsword tightly, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting on his resolute face. He took a deep breath, pushed off with his legs, and leaped high into the air like a black lightning bolt, his longsword cutting through the wind as he thrust it fiercely towards the monster's neck.
Meanwhile, the men also used all their skills. Some wielded broadswords with fierce force; others thrust forward swiftly with spears; still others launched darts at the monster like meteors. Various weapons rained down on the monster, producing dull thuds. The monster roared in pain, its body swaying unsteadily, seemingly at its last gasp.
Finally, with everyone's combined attack, the monster's legs gave way and it collapsed to the ground with a thud. The ground trembled violently from its fall, kicking up a cloud of dust. Everyone collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, having just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this nightmare was finally over. However, things did not go as they had hoped.
The fallen monster struggled to its feet again. Though its body was still convulsing, the ferocity in its eyes was even greater than before, as if it had been thoroughly enraged and was determined to destroy everyone. It let out a deafening roar, the sound wave acting as a tangible force, sending surrounding debris flying. At the same time, the walls of the stronghold suddenly trembled violently, followed by a deafening boom as huge cracks appeared in the walls, from which a swarm of even smaller, mutated creatures poured out.
These mutated creatures were agile and swift, moving like ghosts. Their bodies were translucent, revealing the beating black hearts within, emanating an eerie aura. Working in perfect unison, they quickly surrounded the group, emitting sharp hisses and lunging at them with bared fangs and claws. The group was instantly caught in a pincer movement, facing an extremely perilous situation.
Dongfang Wan'er, the exceptionally intelligent woman in the clinic, stood calmly to one side, methodically preparing a new potion. Her gaze was focused and resolute as she swiftly ground the herbs in the mortar with a pestle, her movements practiced and precise. While preparing the potion, she directed the defense in a firm and powerful voice: "Everyone, hold your ground! Don't panic! Get close to the walls and cover each other!" Her voice resonated like a bell across the chaotic battlefield, bringing a sense of calm to everyone.
The man and his companions fought desperately against the attacks of the corrupted creatures. Their bodies were covered in wounds, and their clothes were stained with blood, but they showed no sign of retreating, continuing to fight tenaciously. Every swing of their swords, every punch, was carried with a death wish. However, as time passed and the number of enemies increased, they gradually became overwhelmed, their breathing became rapid, and their stamina was quickly being depleted in the fierce battle.
The old man racked his brains, constantly thinking of a way to defeat the enemy. His gaze swept back and forth between the surrounding environment and the mutated creatures, not missing any possible clues. Suddenly, he noticed that when these mutated creatures approached a herb growing in the corner, they clearly showed signs of avoiding it, seemingly extremely sensitive to the scent of this herb. Overjoyed, he quickly walked to Dongfang Wan'er's side and told her his discovery: "Wan'er, look! These monsters seem afraid of this herb!"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately adjusted the potion formula based on this discovery. Her hands moved swiftly, mixing various medicinal herbs together while she chanted incantations, calculating the proportions of each ingredient. Soon, the new potion was complete. She sprinkled it around, and as expected, the mutated creatures all avoided it, daring not to approach.
Taking advantage of the moment when the corrupted creature was dodging the potion, the group quickly broke through the encirclement. They covered each other and rushed out of the stronghold. However, the monster caught up again, and shockingly, it was several times faster than before, each step making a heavy thud that shook the ground. Seeing this, the man roared, his eyes revealing fearless courage, and charged forward again, brandishing his longsword to fight the monster in close combat. His swordsmanship was fierce, each move carrying a death wish, trying to restrain the monster and buy time for the others.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Wan'er continued mixing more potent potions in the rear. She stared intently at the vial in her hands, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, yet it didn't hinder her movements. Her eyes shone with determination and perseverance, as if telling everyone that she would definitely concoct a potion to defeat the monster. The old man carefully observed the monster's movements, not missing a single subtle change. After observing for a while, he discovered that the monster would pause briefly before each attack. Although this pause was extremely short, it was the perfect opportunity to attack. He immediately informed the man of this discovery.
Upon learning this, the man devised a plan. He engaged the monster while awaiting the crucial moment. Finally, the monster attacked again. In the instant it paused, the man seized the opportunity, propelling himself forward like an arrow, his longsword aimed straight for the monster's vitals. Simultaneously, Dongfang Wan'er precisely applied the newly prepared potion to the monster's wound. The monster howled in agony, its cries echoing throughout the stronghold. Smoke began to rise from its body, emitting a pungent odor.
Seeing the monster wounded, the mutated creatures intensified their attack. Ignoring the threat of the potion, they frantically pounced on the group. Just as they were about to succumb and despair, a series of hurried footsteps and shouts suddenly came from afar. It turned out that the infirmary staff had arrived with reinforcements. They brought more medicine and weapons, greatly boosting morale. The group rallied together and threw themselves back into the battle. In the fierce fighting, swords flashed, and the shouts of battle were deafening.
However, just when everyone thought the monster was about to be defeated, it suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of energy, blasting the man away. Its wounds healed rapidly, and it became even more ferocious than before. Dongfang Wan'er was frantic, her hands frantically concocting more potent potions, the veins on her forehead bulging slightly. The men regrouped, gripping their weapons, ready to fight again, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.