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Longevity through Upgrading Buildings-Chapter 553 - 255: The First Level 4 Building
Ji Yuan quickly looked around, and all he could see was a vast expanse of dull yellow.
A land of yellow sand.
There was nothing else.
How was he supposed to comprehend this?
Should he move forward?
But it was the same yellow sand if he moved forward.
As thoughts flashed through Ji Yuan’s mind, his figure had already landed, his legs deeply embedded in the yellow sand ground.
Just as he thought about pulling his legs out, he realized they seemed to be held by something... It was a pair of withered hands.
In an instant, those shriveled hands suddenly exerted force, pulling Ji Yuan’s body straight into the ground. Seeing his waist and below already beneath the surface, he reacted quickly and grasped the nearby gobi.
"Hah—"
Ji Yuan let out a low shout, and his arms exerted sudden force.
His arms began to swell visibly, having never used his full strength even in his iron-forging days, today he finally unleashed his full power.
His body was gradually pulled out, along with whatever was underneath the ground.
Little by little, Ji Yuan’s legs climbed out of the surface again, followed by his knees.
Just as his knees emerged, he knelt forward, suddenly exerting strength, and with one powerful push, he pulled himself out of the ground.
Along with the monster below, he dragged it out as well.
Before he could turn to look, the hand gripping his right ankle suddenly released.
Knowing something was wrong, Ji Yuan quickly kicked backward.
"Bang—"
Hand and foot collided.
Ji Yuan’s kick just blocked that hand, a huge force surged from his foot... This thing was not right!
After blocking the attack, Ji Yuan got the chance to turn and look.
He finally saw the true form of this monster, which turned out to be a dried corpse.
Not knowing how long it had been buried underground, its body had completely lost all moisture, yellow-brown skin clung to its bones, resembling a ghastly ghost.
Seeing the dried corpse about to attack again, Ji Yuan quickly grabbed a piece of broken stone from the gobi above him, pinched it in his hand, and flung it outward.
"Bang—"
The stone exploded on the forehead of the dried corpse, the huge inertia made it lean back, its left hand relaxed along with it.
Ji Yuan’s figure darted forward, finally breaking free from the grasp of this dried corpse.
But as he rose to his feet, he noticed that far off in the yellow sand lands, there were more identical dried corpses, along with the one he had just battled, a total of... ten!
Seeing this, Ji Yuan couldn’t help but take a deep breath. He had already reached Body Foundation Establishment, but from the confrontation just now, it was clear that this dried corpse’s power was by no means inferior to his.
This indicated the dried corpses also possessed Body Foundation Establishment strength, making ten such corpses in total... Were these my opponents?
’God damn it!’
Ji Yuan’s mind buzzed, the curse exploded within his heart.
Wanting to comprehend the "Nine Revolutions Profound Yang Skill", he’d have to kill ten Body Foundation Establishment dried corpses. Damn it, is this even possible?
This is just asking for death!
For a moment, Ji Yuan actually considered whether dying in this [Pigsty] would also result in death in reality.
If I died here... then I’d not be a peerless warrior walking out of the [Pigsty], but a pathetic coward dying inside the [Pigsty].
With thoughts flashing through his mind, Ji Yuan looked around, seeing these ten dried corpses advance, forming a loosely scattered encirclement, trapping him in the middle.
Before even engaging, Ji Yuan was already scrutinizing them.
Their sunken eye sockets flickered with green ghost fire, a faint "clatter" sound emanated from their mouths as they moved, akin to bone rubbing against bone. Their skin was withered like weathered leather, yet between their limbs bulged bizarre muscle lines.
They wore no clothes; their naked bodies were shrouded in dark brown evil qi, strands swirling around their joints, exerting an oppressive force akin to Ji Yuan’s own—ten bodies all possessing Body Foundation Establishment strength.
Moreover, from the brief encounter just now, any one of these ten bodies in solo combat could barely rival him, but now, joining forces, it seemed like a nine-deaths scenario!
Ji Yuan’s breathing became heavy, his arm veins bulged like serpents coiling, his muscles fully swelled to the limit.
As Isle Master Tie Chui once said, the Body Foundation Establishment realm was by no means comparable to flashy techniques—it’s pure strength forged through thousands of strikes, blood tempered and bones hardened...
Of course, obtaining Body Foundation Establishment from eating the Spirit Pig was the same.
After all, it’s all the same Body Foundation Establishment strength.
Like now, around Ji Yuan a ring of crimson blood qi surged up like a flame, rolling and swirling, enveloping him.
This blood qi wasn’t an illusion but an external manifestation of vitality pushed to the limit.
Scorching like a furnace, distorting the surrounding air, repelling sand three feet away, forming a circle of blood-red mist.
The blood qi contained the masculine force honed over years of iron forging, every strand heavy as a thousand pounds, where it passed, the sandy ground hissed as if scorched by a hot iron.
"Hoho..."
In the distance, that kicked-away dried corpse had already climbed up, no blood flowed from the shattered stone area on its forehead, just a pitiful dent.
All ten dried corpses suddenly paused, gazing over, eerie green ghost fire locked onto Ji Yuan.
In the next moment, they attacked simultaneously!
No flashy techniques, just pure brute force combat.
Three dried corpses lunged from the front, their figures like arrows released from a bowstring, leaving afterimages on the sandy ground.
The leading dried corpse lashed out with fists and claws, tearing through the air, with a "shh!" sound aiming straight for Ji Yuan’s face, the other two flanked him left and right, one sweeping through his waist and abdomen, the other wrapping around his lower limbs.







