Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1386 - 394: Roadblock Maniac

Chapter 1386: Chapter 394: Roadblock Maniac

Outside the "Gate of the Bone Tomb," the front line guards of the Netherworld were woven into a great abstract oil painting with bodies slumping down in disbelief, gaping wounds on their sturdy muscles, and splatters of indigo blood waves.

The two Kings of the Hill managed their tasks smoothly and distinctly. Bartel was in charge of pulling out the oak stoppers from each sealed glass bottle, pinching his nose and evenly pouring a stream of stinky repulsive liquid onto the spearheads gathered in Buckley’s hands, then sticking them inverted into the ground for the boss to wield at his discretion—these stinky urine-like treasures were ones Liu Shock had saved up from last year, when the Feilengcui Lord was still a sorry figure filled with a coagulant poison.

This highly volatile coagulant poison, which could only showcase its unparalleled freshness when applied just before battle, had few opportunities to be used, but the circumstances this time were once-in-a-thousand-years rare. The special terrain of the Dragon’s Graveyard, the position of the Gate of the Bone Tomb, and the four giant screen-like Phantom Beasts gave the two Kings of the Hill plenty of time to prepare for battle!

Even the Netherworld guards, possessing superior resistance to poison, couldn’t withstand this formidable coagulant toxin!

Inside the "Gate of the Bone Tomb," there was now a bloodbath. The flying spears, swift as lightning, entered, and the close-knit ranks of the Netherworld guards were mowed down like wheat by an invisible sickle, as the immensely large bodies fell in great swathes with a crash.

Most of the guards of the Netherworld had their view blocked by comrades, didn’t even spot the enemy, just felt a burst of intense pain within their bodies before crashing to the ground.

The greatest asset of gregarious creatures is their numerical advantage. As one batch of Netherworld guards fell, immediately, a large group of ugly colossal figures squeezed out from the elemental light screen, filling into the interior of the "Gate of the Bone Tomb."

With their intelligence, after initial panic, the Adidasma organized a frenzied counterattack.

For the Adidasmas, known as the "Netherworld Wolf Pack," their strength as individuals and the vast numbers of their tribe were their trump card in victory. They have always been dominators in the Netherworld; the prospect of being blocked by Otherworldly nourishment and being slaughtered at will had never appeared in the long memory of the Adidasma.

The noble lineage of the Reebok Demon Overlord made these Lords of the Blood River unable to bear the shame, igniting an even wilder nature.

Liu Shock was all too eager for their counterattack.

Confined by the terrain, the number of Netherworld guards that could launch an attack at once was limited. To break through the meat shield jungle of the Base Dragon Phantom Beasts, which provided the best magical defense on the Aegean Continent, was wishful thinking unless the curved scythes of the Netherworld guards were all engraved with the "Annihilation Armor" Magic Circle.

The four Phantom Beasts who had a keen sense of danger brought their magical protection to the highest level in an instant. After a flash of brilliant golden light, several Adidasmas that threw themselves into the fray, regardless of their clawing or magical attacks, were firmly contained by these four wall-like flesh mountains; Polantu stood in place, motioning habitually like a duck with its claws, and if an Adidasma happened to lunge forward and meet these sharp golden claws stretched two hundred inches long, it would be undoubtedly torn to shreds by the hundred-ton force.

Liu Shock seized the opportunity, putting forth all the energy he could muster, as veins throbbed on his forehead, he hurled one spear after another into the dense mass of Netherworld guards.

The Netherworld guards were numerous and imposing, and this push took the four Phantom Beasts by surprise; but when the oil-fueled onslaught failed to be effective, under the healing prayers of the Ascetic Monk and the care of the Light of Sobriety, the four meat shield Phantom Beasts gradually adapted to the rhythm of the battle, no longer appearing so tense.

Thus, the four mischievous Phantom Beasts would occasionally turn the fierce Adidasmas that pounced with bared teeth into metallic sculptures, making these Netherworld guards who leaped into the air suddenly feel incredibly heavy, crashing to the ground with a "thud," causing a commotion that shook the earth.

This situation was exceedingly embarrassing for the Netherworld guards, powerful creatures of the Otherworld.

Even if some of the newly supplemented Netherworld guards were sharp-eyed, spotting how formidable the little human hurling spears at the feet of the Giant Beast was, their sparse magic retaliation was futile. For Liu Shock, who was protected by a four-element Magic Shield and the legal protection of three Ring Spirits, this level of magical suppression was as weak and ineffective as a spring breeze.

"Haha!" Liu Shock was ecstatic, and even the "Force Pattern Shield," which he rarely showed off, flipped up and down due to the surging of his blood.

Old Liu had every reason to be excited. On his left arm swam a dragon crafted from indigo blood, attracted by the blood drawing function of "Robe Tudo" fitted into his left arm’s Mercury Gloves, a testament to his battle achievements, his glory, and his rapidly increasing Blood Magic power!

Initially, the Adidasmas would salvage their comrade’s bodies, but they couldn’t keep up with the terrifying pace of impalement and slaughter by the flying spears. They had no choice but to kick their comrades’ bones out of the "Gate of the Bone Tomb" while charging forward; sadly, often before they had even cleared a path, they themselves would become new corpses.

In less than a quarter of an hour, four big iron chests with a total of two hundred long spears were thrown, followed by another box of over a hundred bladeless throwing axes. This torrential, almost whirlwind-like slaughter left the vast "Gate of the Bone Tomb" awash with cries of despair, corpses piled upon corpses.