178: Tiangang Sword Flash, Blood-colored Puppet

"Stop him! I'll deal with this swordsman first," Bu Zhan ordered directly. Seeing no other path, he gripped his longsword and charged at Qin Jiuxiao.

The more than ten Half-elf Greatsword Soldiers directly attacked Ye Canglan.

"Oh, not only do you threaten me, but you also want to deal with me first? As expected, you pick on the weak. I'm really being underestimated," Qin Jiuxiao mocked himself with a smile.

The next second, his expression turned serious. He held his purple longsword slightly raised, not rushing to attack or defend.

Instead, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused, as if entering some kind of state.

"Is that all? Still daring to play tricks, watch me cut you down with one sword," Bu Zhan scoffed when he saw Qin Jiuxiao's reaction.

Then, he circulated his cultivation technique, mobilizing spiritual power to his right hand. The longsword in his hand hummed, emitting a dazzling light.

"Go to hell!" Bu Zhan leaped forward, his longsword glowing with a faint light, directly striking at Qin Jiuxiao.

"Heavenly Gang Extreme Sword Flash," Qin Jiuxiao's voice was slightly deep, like a grandmaster of a sword sect.

He opened his eyes, radiating power without anger.

With a flicker of his body, Bu Zhan's full-power strike missed entirely.

"Damn it, how is this possible?" Bu Zhan panicked when his sword struck empty air and quickly adopted a defensive stance.

But it was too late.

"Nothing is impossible."

As soon as his voice fell, a purple sword gleam flashed across his neck.

The next second, with a thud, Bu Zhan's head fell to the ground.

Qin Jiuxiao had already taken his longsword and walked towards Ye Canglan without looking back.

Leaving behind a dashing figure, his achievement and name deeply hidden.

"Old Ye, how's this move I just comprehended? Isn't it cool?" Qin Jiuxiao asked with a smug expression, full of anticipation.

However, Ye Canglan ignored him, also leaving him with a dashing back.

He turned and continued to charge into the Half-elf with his spear.

"..." Qin Jiuxiao hesitated, then shook his head. Helplessly, he followed closely behind with his purple longsword.

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"Big Brother can't be reached, and the reinforcements are being intercepted, unable to protect themselves. There's no other way now, I can only use this move. If we're going to die, let's die together, hahahahahahaha!" Tiger Thousand Li's face was ferocious, his expression growing increasingly deranged. By the end, he was laughing maniacally.

He tightly gripped the Crimson Puppet in his right hand, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

His left hand pulled a short knife from his spatial bag and unhesitatingly slashed across the back of his right hand.

A deep, bloody wound appeared beneath the hair on his hand, and blood flowed from the incision.

But surprisingly, it didn't drip onto the ground; instead, it seemed to be drawn to the Crimson Puppet in Tiger Thousand Li's hand.

The blood continuously flowed along his palm towards the Crimson Puppet, being completely absorbed.

After absorbing the blood, the Crimson Puppet seemed to come alive, trembling continuously and emitting eerie sounds.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

"Hahahaha, go! Suck all their blood dry and kill those lowly Human Clan ants!" Tiger Thousand Li mobilized the spiritual power within his body, injecting it into the Crimson Puppet. He raised the hand holding the puppet high and laughed madly.

Just as he was about to throw the Crimson Puppet in his hand towards Yang Qianhun's Soldiers, he suddenly found that the Crimson Puppet in his hand seemed to be stuck with glue.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't throw it away; instead, it was firmly stuck to his tiger paw.

It continuously absorbed his blood and spiritual power.

Because this Crimson Puppet in his hand required a dual injection of spiritual power and blood to awaken.

When Tiger Thousand Li injected spiritual power into the Crimson Puppet, the puppet had officially activated and awakened.

But at this moment, it was no longer Tiger Thousand Li actively injecting spiritual power and blood.

Instead, the Crimson Puppet was like a vampire, continuously drawing his blood and spiritual power.

"What's going on? Why can't I throw it? Go on, get out of here!" Tiger Thousand Li used all his strength to shake it, but no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it. As his spiritual power and blood were continuously absorbed, the panic in his eyes grew heavier and heavier; he was utterly terrified.

His tone had changed from panic to pleading, as he humbly begged, "Go suck theirs, don't just suck mine! Don't suck mine!"

Tiger Thousand Li tried everything he could, but the Crimson Puppet was like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off.

As the blood and spiritual power in his body were continuously absorbed, his spiritual power gradually depleted.

His blood also seemed to be drained, and he gradually became dizzy, unable to speak clearly.

He looked somewhat listless.

His entire tiger body actually shrank by a large circle; his once strong physique now felt like skin and bones.

It was as if a strong man had mistakenly entered the Kingdom of Women and, after being exploited for three days and three nights, his body was completely hollowed out.

Weak, incomparably weak.

"Not enough, not enough, I need more flesh and blood," the Crimson Puppet in Tiger Thousand Li's hand emitted a sharp sound, as if insatiably desiring more.

I... I still want... I always want.

The next second, Tiger Thousand Li's already weak, skin-and-bones body visibly continued to thin.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to nothing but a skeleton covered in a layer of fur, a truly tragic death.

The Crimson Puppet flew directly from Tiger Thousand Li's hand, seemingly growing larger, from its original ten-centimeter length to about thirty centimeters.

The entire Crimson Puppet glowed with an eerie red light.

Immediately following, dozens of bloody tentacles shot out from its body, darting towards the corpses of the Orc Soldiers on the ground.

Each bloody tentacle directly pierced into the bodies of those Orc Soldiers.

And those corpses pierced by the bloody tentacles visibly shrank, their flesh and blood continuously draining away.

The bloody tentacles were like pipelines, continuously transporting the absorbed flesh and blood into the Crimson Puppet.

As flesh and blood were continuously transported into the Crimson Puppet, the Crimson Puppet also grew larger and larger.

As the Crimson Puppet continuously grew, the speed of absorption also continuously accelerated.

More and more bloody tentacles shot out from the Crimson Puppet's body, one after another.

From the original dozens, they increased to hundreds, continuously absorbing the surrounding Orc corpses.

For Spirit Practitioner Level corpses, the Crimson Puppet could absorb all the flesh and blood in less than five seconds.

For Spiritual Master Level corpses, it would take a maximum of ten seconds to absorb everything.

Having absorbed over a thousand corpses, the Crimson Puppet's body had grown to over a meter, its head covered in bloody eyes, which was quite terrifying.

Its body was covered in dense, bloody tentacles, numbering over a thousand.

The Crimson Puppet continuously moved across the battlefield; corpses were definitely its primary target.

And on the battlefield, what was least lacking were corpses.

When most of the surrounding corpses had been absorbed, it encountered Orc Soldiers who were currently fighting.