Chapter 338 The Strange “Blood” Clan

Chapter 338: The Mysterious “Blood” Race

At this moment, Lin Fan and Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, immediately became vigilant, their eyes fixed on the distorted Void Realm ahead.

“Save…me!”

The next moment, a middle-aged man stumbled out of the bloody light, his voice weak, as if calling for their help.

The two rushed over quickly. This was actually a True God, but he was in a very sorry state now, his Face pale.

When he got closer and saw the two, he opened his mouth with difficulty, extremely weak, but ultimately failed to utter another word. His eyes dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground.

“There are no fatal injuries on his body, so why did he suddenly die?” Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, asked, staring at the corpse on the ground.

Lin Fan’s expression was solemn. A powerful figure about to step into the Heavenly God Realm had still died here.

Indeed, the underground palace was unusual and contained danger.

Just then, the man’s body rapidly shriveled, yet no blood flowed out, appearing very bizarre.

Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, wanted to step forward to check the specific situation, because that person still had a wisp of lingering obsession, wanting to transmit a message.

“Step back!” Lin Fan suddenly shouted, his eyes radiating a terrifying runic light.

His fingers were like swords, spewing sword Qi. With a ‘poof,’ he severed the man’s head, but no blood splattered, only bone and hair remained.

“Buzz!”

A small red dot buzzed its wings and charged towards Lin Fan’s glabella, swift and sharp, carrying a pungent, bloody smell.

“Courting death!”

Lin Fan extended his hand, which shimmered with golden light. His fingers, like chopsticks forged from divine metal, precisely clamped onto it.

“A tiny insect?”

Just as he was examining it, puzzled, the insect changed, and a large amount of viscous, disgusting blood flowed out, clinging to his skin.

In an instant, it transformed into a crimson long vine, attempting to entwine Lin Fan’s arm and pierce into his skin.

“Clang!”

As a result, sparks flew. Lin Fan’s Physical Body was too hard, like a piece of divine iron, indestructible.

It had to be said that after the tempering of the Heavenly Tribulation, no one in the same Realm could compare to his precious body, which had reached an extreme.

“Boom!”

Lin Fan erupted, golden electric light emerging from his arm, striking the blood vine, causing its body to tremble violently and fall to the ground.

It had originally wanted to escape, but Lin Fan intensified his attack, using Heavenly God Realm magical power. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, completely annihilating it.

“Whoosh!”

After it died, a pool of blood fell to the ground, incredibly foul-smelling, staining the nearby vegetation.

“What in the world is this thing? Its true form has no specific shape, and it even killed a True God?” Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, frowned.

He had also sensed a creature lurking in that head just now; it was what had absorbed all the middle-aged man’s blood Qi.

He just hadn’t expected it to be such an unknown, ferocious creature, somewhat similar to the liquid metal people of the Three Thousand Provinces, capable of freely changing its form.

“I think its true form should be ‘blood’…”,

Lin Fan speculated, also finding it novel, as he had never seen or heard of such a species before.

After discussing for a moment, they still had no conclusion and continued forward, but with much more caution.

In the underground palace, this Minor Thousand Worlds was not small. The vegetation was lush, the ancient trees massive, and white mist drifted about.

Subsequently, under the guidance of the Qilin Insect, they entered an ancient stone hall, filled with the Aura of time, its creator unknown.

Its Aura was magnificent, and runic light shimmered. To this day, it still emitted a trace of Dao charm, making it a rare place for secluded Cultivation.

“Creak!”

As the stone door was pushed open, a cold and chilling Aura immediately rushed out, not as sacred as anticipated.

“Be careful!” Lin Fan shouted.

In an instant, several blood dots rushed out from within the stone hall, heading straight for the two.

Some were insect-shaped, others resembled long vines, and so on, with various forms. They belonged to the same race as the creature from before.

“Chii!”

Lin Fan reacted quickly, employing the Lei Di’s method. Lightning transformed into massive stars, which then exploded.

With a ‘boom,’ the earth trembled and mountains shook, order intertwined, a vast expanse, golden electric arcs everywhere, piercing through the Void Realm.

Under this power, a dozen blood masses were charred black by the electricity, turning into wisps of bloody mist that evaporated, leaving nothing behind.

“That was close. These things really are everywhere, hidden behind the door. We almost fell for their trick.” Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, was startled.

Inside the main hall, more than a dozen corpses lay there, all with the same cause of death: their blood had been drained. Among them was even a Heavenly God.

This was terrifying, showing the power of this unknown species. They even knew how to ambush, making it impossible to guard against them.

Fortunately, Lin Fan discovered that the extremely potent lightning and fire-based Divine Ability seemed to greatly restrain these creatures.

…

“Little Zi, you prodigal, my peerless Immortal Pills are gone, all gone…” Lin Fan suddenly cried out, his heart aching immensely.

He had found a Pill Furnace of Medicinal Pills in an alchemy room, but they all turned to ash when the Qilin Insect touched them.

Because the Medicinal Pills had existed for too long and were not sealed, they naturally weathered when exposed to external force.

At this moment, the Qilin Insect looked wronged, its eyes teary, like a child who had done something wrong.

“Damn it, you’re even playing the victim now! From now on, your meals will be halved, and Master Level weapons—no, Heavenly God Magical Artifacts—don’t even think about them…”

Lin Fan scolded, almost getting so angry he would deep-fry it and chew it.

Unfortunately, the Medicinal Pills were gone, and no amount of words could bring them back. Even using the Heaven Mending Skill to try again wouldn’t work, as it would alert the Pill Chamber’s array patterns.

However, he didn’t give up on the remaining medicinal ash in the Pill Furnace. He collected it and ate it as a medicinal powder, which would still have astonishing effects.

Immediately, Lin Fan inspected the rest of the alchemy room. Everything else was quite ordinary, including the Pill Furnace; its value was not high.

“Hehe, I found a grain of Immortal Gold, about the size of a thumb.”

Qing Yang walked over, holding a piece of yellow metal in his hand, interwoven with Heaven and Earth patterns, radiating immortal light.

“Yellow Dao Immortal Gold!” Lin Fan was surprised, and then he felt unbalanced, thinking about how he had only found medicinal ash, and he complained about Little Zi again for a while.

In contrast, Qing Yang, a Heavenly God, seemed very happy. He had originally come to protect the Dao, but he hadn’t protected the Dao, yet he had benefited greatly.

Therefore, he felt a bit of a loss of Face. He had originally intended to give the Immortal Gold he had obtained to Lin Fan, but Lin Fan refused it.

“You keep it. I don’t lack weapons made of Immortal Gold.”

Lin Fan shook his head. For him now, peerless great medicines were scarcer and more precious, because he wanted to form the Flower of the Great Dao.

However, just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall. There were quite a few people, and each had an extraordinary Aura.

“Did someone enter before us?”

The leader was a young man with thick black hair, a robust physique, and surging blood Qi, like a True Dragon.

Behind him, more than ten people followed, none of them weak. The lowest Cultivation Realm was True God, surrounding the young man.

“Young Master Feng Xinglie, there must be a supreme treasure hidden in the stone hall. My treasure-hunting rat just gave a warning.”

Next to the young man, a person with a single horn on his head spoke. On his shoulder was a golden rat, shining brightly and full of spiritual energy.

“Surname Feng? Could it be someone from the Chang Sheng Family’s Feng Clan, the two-faced traitors?” Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened.