Chapter 279: Chapter 141: Coordinated Weirds

When the mist appeared, spectral figures began to drift from all corners of the fog.

Zhao Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately drew the saber from his waist and bellowed, "Everyone, on your guard!"

The soldiers were all battle-hardened. They finally reacted, drawing the long sabers from their waists in unison.

The moment the long sabers left their sheaths, those spectral figures suddenly vanished.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes widened. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered instinctively, "What was that all about?"

As the General of a thousand-man unit, his strength was only at the Meridian Realm Peak.

As for why he was only at the Meridian Realm, if his strength were any higher, he would have been commanding a ten-thousand-man unit long ago.

But even so, his power should have been more than enough for a situation like this.

Yet, in that brief moment, Zhao Sheng had felt the terrifying sensation of being torn to shreds by a thousand savage beasts.

He realized that not a single one of the spectral figures staring at him was weaker than he was.

Zhao Sheng whipped his head around and demanded, "What were those things!"

The Yin Walker watched the flames gradually turn yellow and said with lingering fear, "I don’t know either. That was... the aura of the grotesque."

It was undeniably the aura of the grotesque. The feeling was unmistakable.

"But why did they suddenly disappear?" Zhao Sheng asked, puzzled.

He could sense that each of those terrifying grotesques was no weaker than him. But Zhao Sheng had no idea why they had suddenly vanished.

Just as Zhao Sheng was pondering this, the Yin Walker raised his right hand and began to perform a meticulous divination.

A moment later, the Yin Walker glanced in the direction of the Yin Post and whipped his head around.

"General, this is bad! They’re heading for the Yin Post! There’s something there that’s of greater interest to them!" the Yin Walker said in a rush.

Zhao Sheng understood at once. "Quick! To the Yin Post, with all haste!" he commanded.

If something happened to the Yin Post, they would all be buried on this Life and Death Road.

Even though those grotesque figures were terrifying, Zhao Sheng couldn’t afford to do nothing.

If they acted, they still had a chance. If they did nothing, they had none.

The men delayed no longer, rushing toward the Yin Post.

...

Shadows writhed around Shen Bai, circling his entire body.

Amber had already vanished, having merged to become one with him.

At that moment, lines of misty text materialized, floating before Shen Bai’s eyes.

[Shadow Walk +2+2+2...]

His Skill Level was continuously rising. As Shen Bai stood guard by the oil lamp, he didn’t feel bored in the slightest.

A short while ago, Shen Bai had decided to temporarily stand guard by the oil lamp, and he hadn’t moved from the spot since.

Standing guard was dull, so he tapped into his true nature as a hardcore grinder and started farming Skill Level.

Surprisingly, as he watched his Skill Level tick upward, Shen Bai suddenly felt that being on the Life and Death Road wasn’t much different from being in the outside world.

’I wonder how long it’ll take for the fissure to reopen,’ Shen Bai thought as he continued to grind.

Shadows swirled constantly in his hands, making Shen Bai look like a sovereign of the shade.

Just as Shen Bai was peacefully farming his Skill Level, a flash of light burst from his chest.

Amber’s feline head poked out from Shen Bai’s chest.

The sight was utterly grotesque.

But to Shen Bai, it all seemed perfectly normal.

After all, Amber was a cat that sometimes displayed certain feline traits—like being a total weirdo.

"What is it?" Shen Bai asked.

"Mrow!"

Amber faced a certain direction, letting out a low growl.

Shen Bai paused for a second, then realization dawned. "Grotesques?"

For her to act like this, Shen Bai couldn’t think of any other possibility besides the approach of a grotesque.

Amber let out another low growl, her expression still fierce.

Shen Bai stroked his chin, glanced at the oil lamp, then drew Cold Moon.

He no longer needed a response from Amber. A frigid, sinister aura had already appeared, beginning to spread and reverberate through the space.

Shen Bai narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on a spot not far in front of him.

A white mist suddenly materialized, completely shrouding the area.

Amid the swirling mist, three grotesque figures gradually emerged from its depths.

All three were grotesques at the Meridian Realm, and they exuded a terrifying aura.

One of them had only half a body, which was covered in a variety of fist-sized pustules.

Some of the pustules were oozing fresh blood.

Another had a head as large as a millstone and a minuscule body. It moved by dragging itself along with its enormous head.

The last grotesque had four arms. Rows of vertical eyes were embedded in its torso, from its chest to its abdomen.

The three grotesques were all different from one another, but each was bizarrely shaped and looked utterly terrifying.

The moment the grotesques appeared, the thick surrounding mist vanished without a trace.

Before Shen Bai could even move, the three grotesques, driven by instinct, launched a terrifying assault.

The pustule-covered grotesque spat out jets of black fluid that carried a nauseating stench.

The one with the millstone-sized head lifted it.

The massive head split open, and thick tentacles shot out, whipping toward Shen Bai with a whistling sound.

As for the last one, the four-armed grotesque, it leaped into the air.

A different weapon materialized in each of its hands—a saber, a spear, an axe, and a battle-axe. Radiating a terrifying power, they sliced down at Shen Bai diagonally from four different angles.

The attacks were all launched in an instant.

Facing this terrifying assault, Shen Bai fiercely thrust Cold Moon forward.

A terrifying Blood Red Sword Qi, imbued with a majestic and righteous power, erupted from Cold Moon.