My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1206 - 468: Corpse River_3

Chapter 1206: Chapter 468: Corpse River_3

"Heh, heh, heh..." Ghostly Ted’s laughter echoed throughout the entire tunnel. "I really do wonder, why are you so foolish to willingly march towards your own death."

Owen Bertram held up the Stone Cone in front of him, the Thousand Doors Eye on his forehead shone with lines of green light, having already located a weak spot in the red Tortoise Shell. "Old man, stop forcing yourself."

"You painstakingly laid out this tomb, your original plan was flawless. Above you is the Demon Wizard Blood Sea, you don’t lack for power replenishment, and moreover, this world exists independently of the Eight Desolates. Even if you slept tens of thousands of years, you wouldn’t be disturbed and even if someone did disturb, all they would do is add another streak of vital essence for the Demon Wizard Blood Sea. Indeed, you considered all possibilities and compared to other ancient existences, your arrangement is far more ingenious."

"But you probably didn’t anticipate thatthe Demon Clan, after breaking into this place, have not concentrated on exploring the Demon Wizard Blood Sea. Instead, they exhausted their wits wanting to return. Not only have they not succeeded, they’ve also damaged the integrity of this world."

"After this world withered, the Demon Wizard Blood Sea also faded away, and even though you’re in hibernation, you’re also constantly consuming power. After so many years, how much strength do you have left?"

"If you really could handle the combined force of Santa and me, why didn’t you dare to make a move when we were drying up the Blood Pool?"

"If you weren’t desperately casting about, brought about the Nightmare Sect incident, why would you have exposed yourself prematurely?"

Owen Bertram voiced his insights and at the same time, he stabbed forward with the Stone Cone in his hand. "Ghostly Ted, stop bluffing. Today is your real day of demise!"

The Stone Cone, carrying immense power, pierced out a bright green shell in the void, accurately hitting a weak point on the red Tortoise Shell.

This lynchpin came from one of the corpse curse red bricks, which was slightly inferior when Ghostly Ted had refined it back then using an Ancient Corpse.

Shh-

Red light gave rise to thick white smoke, giving off a strong corpse stench. The corresponding red brick trembled slightly, as if it was about to detach itself from the entire tomb wall.

Owen Bertram tightly closed all the pores and apertures on his body, even closing his eyes. He keenly sensed that the "poison" of the corpse stench is merely one aspect of its manifestation , the real attack is actually the manifestation of a side rule of death, not to be underestimated.

Ever since Owen Bertram started speaking with confidence, the ever silent Ghostly Ted only spoke again now: "You’re too sure of yourself!"

These four words felt as if it was a divine ability that made his words the reality. The moment his voice fell, Owen Bertram suddenly felt, that he and the space he was in, were shrinking rapidly at the same time, not in the literal sense, but because a massive object appeared beside Owen Bertram, ignoring the spatial constraints. This sudden contrast made it seem as if the void around him was shrinking.

This massive object seems to be a towering pinnacle, the space Five-toothed Flying Sword opened up in front of the tomb wall is clearly not enough to contain it, yet it’s oddly contained within.

Countless pale-white bones were stacked layer upon layer, with nearly an equivalent amount of resentful spirits swarming it. The entire space became chilly with gusts of wind after this object appeared and was filled with the wails of countless ghosts. The massive Bone Mountain-- an ordinary person would freeze in terror and lose his soul at the sight. The wolf-like howling, low-tier cultivators would shatter in fear and disintegrate if they hear it!

Oddly enough, there is a winding path leading to the top of this massive Bone Mountain. If a high-rank cultivator saw it, they would attain "enlightenment": this path is the avenue for understanding the "Dao of Life and Death". They would be unable to resist the urge to approach this mountain and find ways to tread that path.

Only to end up becoming one of the innumerable bones in that massive mountain.

This is Ghostly Ted’s other main Magic Treasure: Corpse Bone Mountain! He had been holding onto it till now, unleashing it to finally kill Owen Bertram.

Even as Owen felt minuscule in comparison, the humongous Bone Mountain descended with an unstoppable and irresistible force, prepared to pin Owen under it. At this moment, Owen still remained in his "Monkey Demon" form.

Was this to be crushed under the Five-Elements Mountain? Owen Bertram wondered to himself. He lifted his head and regarded the looming giant form coming closer and closer. Deep within his heart, he couldn’t help exclaiming: these ancient existences that managed to avoid the calamity of reversing the Heavenly Track, regardless of their alignment or race, each possessed extraordinary abilities and wisdom. If it weren’t for the support of beings on the same level, he wouldn’t dare to plan against Ghostly Ted, no matter what.

From Owen Bertram’s sleeve, two gourds suddenly flew out. One of these gourds instantly became incredibly large and extraordinarily sturdy. It even resisted the Corpse Bone Mountain for a split second, preventing the Tier-9 evil artifact from descending!

Jerry Gourd was screaming in the sea of consciousness. His waist was injured and he’s unable to hang in there...

But he continued to stand solidly.

He bought a sliver of time, and the other gourd also started growing larger. From the mouth of the gourd, a large number of Flame Divine Dogs sprang out.

These Divine Dogs had the appearance of the Roaring Dogs in Owen Bertram’s previous life mythology, possessing long bodies and slender waists, agile in their limbs. They pounced towards Corpse Bone Mountain, and the number of them increased, each Fire Dog grabbing a bone and forcefully yanking it down from the mountain.