Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 111: Shadow Clan Powerhouse

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Shadow Clan Powerhouse

Ye Wang looked indifferently at the severely injured Kuang Ben, remaining silent.

However, being watched by those pitch-black eyes, Kuang Ben felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Kuang Ben knew that even at his peak, he was no match for Ye Wang. For any Demon Cultivator, before elevating their Soul Power, those chiefly skilled in soul would always be their natural predators.

Unfortunately, within the Death Space, Kuang Ben encountered such an enemy.

"Made up your mind?" Seeing Kuang Ben remain silent, Ye Wang was getting a bit impatient.

"I am willing." Ultimately, the desire to survive overcame his inner turmoil.

Kuang Ben finally succumbed; he could continue to live, but the cost was his eternal freedom.

"Is that even possible?" Mu Can asked in disbelief.

"If a contract is established with a Demon Beast, it can become one’s mount. However, after the contract is made, Demon Cultivator Kuang Ben would lose the right to compete, becoming Mount Kuang Ben instead," Number Thirty-six explained indifferently.

All of this was within the rules and didn’t violate any regulations, just as Mu Can could bring along Xiao Fuqi, since Xiao Fuqi was already presumed to be Mu Can’s demon pet.

"I do enjoy those who know their place," laughed Ye Wang heartily, seeming in high spirits. Such mighty Demon Beasts were nowhere to be found in the barren Demon World. To subdue such a mount was truly a bonanza.

A tiny skull pattern flew out from the top of Ye Wang’s head, slowly drifting in front of Kuang Ben.

"Do not resist," Ye Wang said softly, seeing Kuang Ben looking frightened and attempting to retreat.

Seeing this, Kuang Ben had no choice but to bow his head in resignation, and the black skull instantly disappeared into the top of his head.

And thus, the master-servant contract was established.

"Number Fifty-eight successfully killed Number Twenty-eight. Thirty people remain in the Death Space."

"Number Fifty-eight successfully killed Number Seventy-two. Twenty-nine people remain in the Death Space."

These two announcements echoed in the ears of every survivor.

Yan Dan was dead, Kuang Ben became a mount and lost the qualification to compete. Ye Wang emerged as the biggest winner of this fight.

Satisfaction filled his gaze as Ye Wang eyed the robust Kuang Ben, his eyes brimming with excitement.

He hadn’t expected to actually succeed, and this was also linked to Kuang Ben’s gluttony and fear of death.

"Aren’t you Beast Cultivators all about dying rather than submitting?" Ye Wang took out an Elixir from his bosom and threw it to Kuang Ben.

"Master, Kuang Ben does not wish to die, so I want to follow Master," said Kuang Ben, softly catching the Elixir and swallowing it in one gulp.

Having established the master-servant contract, Ye Wang had become the person Kuang Ben was closest to. Kuang Ben would do anything for Ye Wang, even if it meant dying at his command.

As the Elixir was ingested, a warm current surged through his body, and the wounds healed at a pace visible to the naked eye.

"Indeed, it wasn’t a waste of a top-grade healing medicine," Ye Wang said with a pained expression. In the Death Space, nothing was ordinary – this Elixir could truly bring back the dead or mend broken bones.

Of course, Ye Wang had no regrets, for it was just an Elixir.

Having subdued Kuang Ben, his chances of surviving until the end had greatly increased.

Contentedly appraising Kuang Ben, Ye Wang thought that if he wasn’t naturally a suppressor of Kuang Ben, subduing such a Demon Beast would have been a difficult feat indeed.

"Your Excellency has been watching for quite some time; isn’t it about time you showed yourself?" Ye Wang said indifferently, looking in Mu Can’s direction.

Mu Can was shocked. How could he have possibly been discovered while hidden so well? Just as he was about to stand and prepare for battle—

"Don’t move." Purple Cloud’s voice rang out.

Mu Can forcibly held back his urge to rise and gently laid back down.

"Still not coming out? Do you really want to force my hand?" Ye Wang sneered, looking toward Mu Can’s direction.

"Your Excellency has remarkable Cultivation, to be able to detect me," Mu Can said with shock, realizing that a person had slowly materialized in a spot mere dozen yards in front of him, which seemed to have had nothing there before.

It was as if the person emerged from the air. If he hadn’t revealed himself, Mu Can wouldn’t have noticed at all that someone was hidden at such a close distance.

"Investigation."

"Number Eleven, Ying Kun, a Cultivator from the Shadow Interface."

Another species from a special realm, the Shadow Clan.

"Your Excellacy is the one with impressive skills, staying hidden to the extent I could not detect you. If you hadn’t come out on your own, I would have started doubting my own senses," Ye Wang said, vigilantly watching Ying Kun.

This was a species he had never encountered before, and who knows what kind of Divine Skills they possessed.

Better safe than sorry, having come this far, Ye Wang did not want any accidents. In this Death Space, caution is the most important thing.

"I mean no harm." Even as Ying Kun revealed himself, his figure was blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, his features completely obscured.

Ye Wang let out a cold laugh, "You must be aware of what kind of place the Death Space is, right? Regardless of whether you harbor ill intent or not, you’re an enemy. Die."

Before the words "die" were fully spoken, Ye Wang had already launched his attack. As soon as the word left his mouth, the attack had already struck close to Ying Kun.

A black longsword pierced into Ying Kun’s body in an instant.

"Not right." The feel of the sword made Ye Wang sense something was amiss, and he quickly retreated.

Then he saw Ying Kun’s body explode into fragments like shards of a mirror, emitting sharp, whistling sounds as they shot towards Ye Wang.

Even though Ye Wang instantly turned into mist, several fragments still managed to injure him.

"It’s a clone," as the mist reformed, Ye Wang reappeared in the original spot, drenched in blood, the white clothes on his body soaked in blood like a palette smeared with green paint.

"Ha-ha, if you could find me so easily, what capital would the Shadow Clan have to be considered a strong race?" Ying Kun’s voice echoed from all around, sounding distant yet close, making it impossible to pinpoint his location.

"I’ll remember you," Ye Wang cursed, wiping the blood from his face in frustration.

He had already been injured by Yan Dan’s self-destruction, and now his face was injured again. If his appearance were ruined, what would he do? Fortunately, Ye Wang’s skin was naturally dark, otherwise, it would be clear that his complexion was very poor at the moment.

"Ha-ha, we’ll meet again someday." Ying Kun’s voice came once more, then vanished, as if he had left.

Ying Kun’s name was etched deeply in Ye Wang’s heart; this person was sure to be a formidable rival in the Death Space.

The Shadow Clan was inherently skilled in concealment; in such circumstances, it would be easy for them to successfully ambush.

Ye Wang had come this far and didn’t want to pave the way for others.

"Xiao Die, wait for me. I will definitely make it to the very end," Ye Wang clenched his fists and said resolutely.