eurekapd Chapter 64 Han Yi Takes Revenge by Slaying the Elephant King, Suddenly Hears Footsteps Signaling Dan
Chapter 64 Han Yi Takes Revenge by Slaying the Elephant King, Suddenly Hears Footsteps Signaling Dan
The maid's face flushed red, her chest heaving, and she was about to continue berating Han Yi when Wang Weiwei gently raised her hand. Her slender, long fingers paused slightly in the air, as if carrying an undeniable force. Her gaze was calm and deep, sweeping over the maid with a faint look, devoid of any reproach, yet possessing an authority that could instantly silence anyone.
Wang Weiwei pondered to herself. This place was the perilous Netherworld Forest, fraught with unknown dangers. Even experienced cultivators wouldn't dare venture here alone. Yet this man, who hadn't even told her his name, dared to train here alone—this was no reckless act. He either possessed extraordinary strength or unique means of survival.
Watching his dashing figure as he departed, his steps light yet steady, Wang Weiwei wondered what kind of trump card he possessed that allowed him to train alone with such confidence. Her eyes, like black gemstones, gleamed with curiosity. This mysterious man was like an enigma, deeply captivating her. She eagerly anticipated their reunion, wanting to see what this seemingly arrogant man truly relied on and what abilities he possessed.
After leaving, Han Yi didn't go far. He found a giant tree nearby and began to cultivate cross-legged. He didn't know how far he was from the cave where he had fainted. The surrounding miasma made it impossible to discern directions, so he simply focused entirely on cultivation. It was daytime, and no wild beasts came to disturb him. Han Yi opened all 108 acupoints and frantically absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.
Within his body, the absorbed spiritual energy continuously surged towards his dantian, where it was transformed into divine essence, and then merged into his divine soul within his sea of consciousness. As this process continued, Han Yi could clearly feel his power gradually increasing. A faint halo enveloped his body, an external manifestation of the spiritual energy's transformation within his body. He kept his eyes tightly closed, his face cold and resolute. Although fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, they were quickly evaporated by the power generated by the circulation of spiritual energy. He had only one goal in mind: to absorb the spiritual energy supporting the miasma, determine his direction, and then seek revenge against the king of mammoths.
The fierce battle with the Mammoth King last night was still vivid in his mind; every clash and every collision of spiritual energy was deeply etched into his memory. At that time, the Mammoth King's massive, mountain-like body carried a destructive force with each impact, while Han Yi relied on his agile movements and powerful spiritual energy to contend with it. Although the battle had depleted both their spiritual energy, Han Yi's injuries had healed. He knew that the Mammoth King didn't possess abilities like his and must still be severely injured. This was a golden opportunity for revenge, and he wouldn't let it slip by easily.
Time slipped away unnoticed as Han Yi cultivated. The surrounding miasma seemed to sense the approaching danger and began to surge restlessly. Han Yi, however, remained unmoved, absorbing spiritual energy at an even faster pace. A massive vortex of spiritual power seemed to form within his body, continuously drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy. Suddenly, Han Yi's body trembled slightly. He sensed that the surrounding miasma was thinning, and the spiritual energy supporting it was dwindling. He slowly opened his eyes, a cold, resolute glint in them.
Han Yi stood up, now able to roughly determine the direction. He raced towards the direction he remembered the King of the Mammoth might be. His figure moved like a ghost through the dense forest, the branches and leaves rustling in the wind he created. As he drew closer to his target, Han Yi's aura grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, Han Yi spotted the enormous figure in the distance—the still-wounded Mammoth King. Its massive body lay on its side in a clearing, the surrounding trees bent and swayed under its weight. The Mammoth King's aura was extremely weak, its eyes revealing exhaustion and frailty. But upon seeing Han Yi approach, a flicker of wariness and anger flashed in its eyes. Han Yi coldly stared at it, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, streams of spiritual energy gathering in his palms—a new battle was about to begin.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred, but at this moment, one side's injuries have not yet fully recovered and its strength has even increased; the other side's injuries are still very serious.
Upon seeing the Mammoth King again, Han Yi didn't hesitate, immediately unleashing two sword techniques. He first used "Sword Qi Surge," gripping the hilt tightly with both hands and continuously channeling his spiritual energy into the Proud Snow Sword. In an instant, the sword shone brightly, followed by thousands of sword energies erupting from it. These sword energies, as if alive, instantly crisscrossed, weaving a massive net of sword energy that enveloped the Mammoth King. Each sword energy contained Han Yi's spiritual power; they intertwined and collided, emitting hissing sounds. These thousands of sword energies attacked the Mammoth King from all directions, the dense onslaught leaving the Mammoth King with no way to dodge. The sword energies pierced the Mammoth King, cutting wounds into its massive body, from which blood slowly seeped.
What truly dealt a severe blow to the Mammoth King was another sword technique of Han Yi's—"One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds." This was an incredibly powerful armor-piercing technique. When Han Yi unleashed this move, the sword in his hand shone brightly, as if it had gathered the power of a thousand pounds. Spiritual energy gathered and compressed on the blade, forming a dazzling sharpness. Han Yi roared and swung his sword towards the Mammoth King. That sharpness seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart. The Mammoth King's defenses were like paper before this sword, instantly shattered. The powerful force acted directly on the Mammoth King's body, the sword energy cleaving the Mammoth King's massive body in two.
Without hesitation, Han Yi took the gallbladder of the King of Mammoths, summoned two beasts, and began to devour its carcass on the spot. The King of Mammoths's body was vastly different from that of the ordinary mammoths he had encountered before; consuming it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his physical strength.
Han Yi was intently preparing to roast a large piece of mammoth meat over the fire when a series of extremely faint footsteps approached slowly from afar. The footsteps seemed to carry an inexplicable sense of pressure, and the surrounding air tensed slightly as the sound drew closer. The leaves rustled in the wind, as if whispering about the unknown that was about to arrive.
In a few breaths, a group of people suddenly appeared before Han Yi. The leader was extremely burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, standing there like a towering mountain. On his face, a hideous scar snaked from his left eye to his chin, like a terrifying centipede crawling across his face, inspiring fear in all who beheld it. In his hand, he tightly gripped a huge spiked club, its spikes standing out, gleaming coldly in the sunlight; a single glance was enough to tell that its power was extraordinary.