Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1667 - 541: The Lonely Heights (Part 1)

Chapter 1667: Chapter 541: The Lonely Heights (Part 1)

With the snowy peak volcano and the vast forest as the backdrop, Gerein and Jaina appeared majestically in the skies above the Sangri Continent.

The drizzle continued to fall softly, washing away the scorched black and bloodstains on the ground, while the beautiful scenery in the distance remained hazy.

Gerein’s massive dark red skeleton was newly covered in a mysterious gem-blue luster. Around its head was a seaweed-shaped bone crown, and its claws had transformed into two blue tridents, with sharp cold glimmers flowing from the blades.

Jaina’s body had turned pure silver, enveloped in circles of dazzling halos. Each of her nine heads sprouted pairs of black coiled horns, and terrifying bone spikes lined her sturdy legs.

Raindrops gently brushed across Yi Tiao’s face, leaving him and a few proprietresses astonished and speechless.

A few strong antelope men opened huge umbrellas, shielding them from the subtle misty rain, while Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo snorted smoke fiercely from their noses.

"What is going on here?" Yi Tiao blinked hard, turned around, and stared intently at the boss.

Yi Tiao thought the boss was bluffing, but who knew he had truly allowed two Ring Spirits to level up by devouring Undead mage’s Netherworld Fire Mages with a "whoosh!" The unlucky ones consumed included Orochi, Flounder Demon Shark, and a large group of Demon Clan elite warriors, even including two Dreadlords and a four-winged knight!

"You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Liu Zhenhan removed the thick cigar from his mouth and ordered eight Tauren Soul Wanderers to swallow eighty Ymir Minotaurs as well.

These eighty Ymir Minotaurs had previously devoured the Elemental Power of three Zombie Dragons. Today, Feilengcui Overlord was determined to streamline the forces.

"Why does the Death Overlord’s four-piece set have such terrifying power?" Avril smacked her lips repeatedly, looking incredulous.

Even if they were back from the Demon World, how could Richard summon those two Dreadlords and a four-winged knight he killed, one after another, from the Dark Ephemeral Space by dropping their blood onto the "Death Overlord Earrings" and letting the Ring Spirit servants devour them? Avril really couldn’t understand how this must-be corpse-transformed Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mage could cross the spatial planes?

"Honestly, I didn’t expect to summon the Demon Clan." Liu Zhenhan tightened his grip on Guoguo, shook the water pouch in his hand, the blood essence inside still fresh and enticing due to being stored in the vacuum barrier of the Crystal Storage Badge.

"In the Death Overlord’s four-piece set, the ring specifically recruits Ring Spirits and the earrings specifically recruit Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mages. The usage requirements are simple — as long as you personally kill the opponent and obtain a drop of blood as a spiritual guide, you can successfully summon them!" Liu Zhenhan made a face at everyone: "That being said, I’ve never tried using the ’Death Overlord Equipment’ for inter-dimensional summoning, so even I wasn’t confident! But regardless, isn’t it worth a try? The Undead Mage can summon undead creatures without any equipment, right?"

"What kind of inter-dimensional summoning are you talking about? The ’Space-Time Rift’ is fully open now; Aegean and the Demon World can be considered as one dimension, so it’s not surprising that you could summon the Demon Clan you killed using blood as a guide and assisted by the Death Overlord Equipment. If it were truly inter-dimensional summoning, you wouldn’t be able to do it without Undead magic, and simply relying on the Death Overlord Equipment wouldn’t meet the summoning standards." Elise was practically dying of envy. A thousand years ago, the Death Overlord’s four-piece set was her and her four comrades’ most hated Demon Clan equipment, but now, with everything turned upside down, time and fate are truly playing tricks.

"Aren’t you afraid the Demon Clan will figure out it was you?" Wei Zhi asked Old Liu worriedly: "Only you killed the two Dreadlords and the four-winged knight. Now their bodies are missing, and the Spiritual Thread Code can’t be used to separate them anymore. It’s obvious it was you."

"Where could they find me?" Liu Zhenhan laughed: "At Mokwenmak Island? The island has pillars hundreds of feet high, with tens of thousands of caves big and small; if their eyesight can’t see through rocks, there’s no way they’ll find where I hid the Space Ring."

"What level has Gerein reached now?" Yi Tiao chuckled: "I feel like it seems to have a strong aura of royalty."

"He’s not the Tide Lord now, but the Tide Grand Duke! And he’s already able to transform into human form!" Liu Zhenhan nodded towards Gerein, and the newly appointed Tide Grand Duke instantly shimmered with frost mist shadows, transforming into a tall humanoid skeleton, covered in frost, looking like crystal at a glance, yet upon closer inspection, more like a pauper.

"Damn! It looked better before transforming!" Yi Tiao was speechless looking at the scissor-handed skeleton.

"Besides unleashing the torrent tide, Gerein now also has a ’Crystal Palace Domain,’ a powerful domain combining water pressure and freezing!"

"What about Xu Dela Jaina? It’s not considered a Ring Spirit; it’s a true undead spirit. With so many Hell Black Dragons, Bronze Tidal Lords, and Dreadlords being devoured by it, what realm has it reached now?"

"How should I know? Just let it try!" Liu Zhenhan put his finger in his mouth, blew a whistle, and pointed to Xu Dela at the Sangri indigenous tribes.

The twenty or so remaining Sangri indigenous tribesmen had maintained this foolish posture ever since the little parrot used an air explosion to turn everything within a thousand yards into charred blackness, leaving them with blank expressions and fixed gazes, like sculptures.

Xu Dela’s nine dazzling silver heads simultaneously spewed out a spray of starlight resembling fireflies, passing invisibly through the bodies of these tribesmen. In an instant, brilliant mischievous phosphorescent flames sprayed from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears like fireworks, floating silver-lit in the air.

Generally, the undead in the sea can only cultivate undead cold air, and it’s hard for them to cultivate Netherworld Fire, as water and fire cannot coexist. Netherworld Fire also belongs to the flames, albeit special flames, a patent of the undead.

Phosphorescent fire is the only exception, naturally occurring even in seawater.

Xu Dela’s current use of "Explosive Bone Phosphorescence" burns the phosphorus in the bones, completely destroying life through undead magic — extremely vicious!

"Too cruel." Elise and Wei Zhi both turned their heads, unwilling to watch any longer.

After the "Explosive Bone Phosphorescence" completely burned and evaporated these Sangri indigenous, they collapsed like fences under heavy weight, with "crackling" sounds of breaking bones, scattering on the ground like broken clay pots.

"Soul Wanderers." Avril sighed softly, gazing at Old Liu with pitiable eyes, full of appeal.

Having lived together for so long, with the emotional sharing of the domain barrier, if Avril still couldn’t guess her man’s thoughts, it would underestimate our Mermaid Princess too much.

"If Gerein and Xu Dela returned to the sea to continuously harass the back of the Sea Clan, I think they could maximize their strengths! Xu Dela has wisdom, and Gerein also has wisdom; they should know what I mean." Liu Zhenhan gently stroked Little Ai’s face, "It’s something I can’t help, forgive me Avril! Why can’t the Sea Clan deal with super-level warcraft? Why, although our land races are not as powerful as the Sea Clan, do we still have dragon slayers? Because in the sea, unlike on land, once the sea’s magical beasts fly into the sky, it’s like a land beast flying into space, a natural limitation; otherwise, Gerein and Xu Dela wouldn’t have caused such havoc for your Sea Clan thousands of years ago. I’m simply repeating history, using the old for the new, I really have no choice."

Avril gave a defeated smile.

Faced with the dual threats of the Sea Clan and the Demon Clan, Richard had already exhausted his mind. She had neither the power to stop the Sea Clan from invading the land nor the reason to prevent Richard’s anti-invasion?

Guoguo reached out its little paw, gently wiping away a string of crystal tears from Avril’s face.

"By the way," Liu Zhenhan turned around with a smile and asked Yitiao, "I still don’t know what your domain is, Yitiao. Now that you’ve returned to your Mending dew form, what powerful domain do you have?"

"I’m an Eastern Divine Beast; where would I get domain power? We silk divine beasts mainly focus on combat techniques, not magic." Yitiao shook his head, "If we really have to fight desperately, we would use our inner core, also known as Magic Crystal, for a massive explosion to fight the enemy. But generally, we craft our inner core into weapons, like this Green-Edged Sword I’m currently holding — quite indestructible, right? That’s thanks to the benefits of the inner core, which freely aligns and infuses with the power of flame."

"Using Magic Crystals as ultimate weapons for magical beasts? Damn! Truly courageous." Liu Zhenhan thought to himself, just like us, Easterners have the gene of fierce bravery hidden in our bones, "But Yitiao, don’t be too modest; having mastered fire magic to this extent is rare enough. Are you interested in learning a bit of other magic? Masters among the Aegean Dragons, like Kochis, like old Andulan, became world-renowned strongmen by cultivating magic from other schools!"

Upon hearing Old Liu’s words, Elise and Wei Zhi discreetly pursed their lips, and even Avril, whose eyes were still slightly moist, couldn’t help but smile.

"Oh?" Yitiao’s eyeballs widened like bells. He realized his boss was promoting magic, but to Bo Langsha Fire Crane, it seemed a bit comical; his boss’s aptitude in magic doesn’t seem to surpass an ogre’s, right? Did he take the wrong medicine today? How dare he show off to me?

"Are you interested in learning Spider Silk Magic?" Liu Zhenhan repeated the old trick, shooting a shiny silver thread, twining around the corpse of a Sangri tribesman.

A jet-black light swiftly rolled over the spider silk, and the floating spirit power in the surrounding air quickly gathered towards this thread. From the corpse of the tribesman crawled out a pitch-black bone-blade spider, grinding its teeth with a "squeal, squeal."

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