In that endless ocean of blood, the white bones and corpses were all different. Some bodies belonged to giants nearly ten meters tall, covered in scales with twin horns sprouting from their heads. Some skeletal remains glowed with a faint, eerie gold…
"Ah…"
Lin Lei's eyes took on a faint reddish tinge, and a terrifying murderous aura radiated naturally from his entire being. That aura was so dense it seemed almost physical, forming a thin, blood-colored mist around Lin Lei's body. And at the center of that killing intent, Lin Lei looked like a god of slaughter.
Bei Bei, not far from Lin Lei, naturally felt the crushing pressure of that aura.
Every hair on Bei Bei's body stood on end in terror. He could clearly feel his muscles trembling, his blood boiling — even his sharp claws seemed to slip beyond his control.
Fear.
An unprecedented fear!
"B-boss, what's wrong with you?" Bei Bei cried in alarm.
In truth, Lin Lei still had his rationality. It was just that after being invaded by that aura of slaughter, he was seized by an overwhelming impulse to kill.
"This Purple Blood Soft Sword?" Lin Lei suppressed the killing urge with tremendous effort and looked down at the Purple Blood Soft Sword.
A humming sound. The surface of the Purple Blood Soft Sword in his hand was flowing with an eerie red glow, as though fresh blood ran along its length. The entire sword trembled ceaselessly. Lin Lei could feel the sword's longing — the Purple Blood Soft Sword craved slaughter. Endless slaughter!
And the more Lin Lei struggled to suppress the killing impulse, the fiercer it grew. His eyes turned redder and redder.
"Ahhh!" Lin Lei let out a wild roar.
In an instant, Lin Lei shot forward like a fierce gust of wind, charging straight down from the mountain. The Purple Blood Soft Sword in his hand flickered like lightning wherever it passed — trees snapped, boulders shattered, and everything was reduced to rubble.
Bei Bei watched his boss charge madly down the mountain and hesitated for a moment. He was genuinely terrified of that unprecedented, horrifying aura from the depths of his soul. But for the sake of his boss…
"Hya!" Bei Bei clenched his teeth and plunged down the mountain after him.
At the foot of the mountain where Lin Lei was, not far away, there was a clear, jade-green lake. On its banks actually lived a pack of Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs. Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs were pack-dwelling magical beasts — different from ordinary leopard-type or tiger-type beasts. Leopard and tiger-type magical beasts might gather together during large-scale wars, but in ordinary times they each lived separately. The Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs were different.
Moreover, the Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs had a strong group mentality and excelled at coordinated attacks.
Their claws and fangs were devastatingly powerful. This particular pack numbered over a hundred. Although each Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiff was only an eighth-level magical beast, even ordinary ninth-level beasts wouldn't dare provoke them. They were unquestionably the overlords of this region.
At this moment…
The pack of Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs was either lounging on the grassy bank of the jade lake, strolling casually along the shore, or swimming contentedly in the clear waters. It wasn't yet time to go out and hunt. With their abilities, they had no worries about securing food.
Suddenly, many of the Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs turned alertly toward the direction of the high mountain. With their keen senses, they could clearly detect something approaching at high speed. The ones that had been lying down all rose to their feet, watching coldly toward the source of the disturbance.
The Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs stood over three meters tall and measured more than six meters long, their bodies a golden yellow. They looked somewhat like lions in appearance, but their eyes glowed with an uncanny golden light.
"Rooar~" The alpha of the pack let out a low roar.
They finally saw the creature coming to challenge them — a human shrouded in a faint red mist, wielding an eerie purple longsword. The pack, possessing high intelligence, felt a measure of relief. Just a single human. Unless he was a Saint Realm powerhouse, there was no way he could threaten them.
But in the blink of an eye —
When the human drew close, when the red mist washed over them, every Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiff was overcome with an unprecedented terror. This was far more terrifying than the pressure of a Saint Realm magical beast. Under this murderous aura's crushing weight, every one of them felt their limbs growing uncontrollable, and they dropped to their knees in fear, lowering their noble heads.
"Blood… blood…"
Lin Lei fought desperately to maintain his rationality, but he could feel the Purple Blood Soft Sword's thirst for blood. Having awakened the deep-seated aura of carnage within the sword, he now had to let it drink its fill of fresh blood.
Slice!
The Purple Blood Soft Sword became a streak of purple light and swept clean through the neck of a Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiff. A massive head, fully a meter tall, went flying through the air.
Lin Lei's speed was simply too fast.
No — to be precise, the Purple Blood Soft Sword's killing speed was too fast. By the time it had decapitated eight Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs in succession, the head of the very first one had only just begun to soar. It was at this moment that all the Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs, frozen on their knees in terror, finally comprehended what was happening.
"Rooar!" In the distance, the largest of the pack — the alpha — struggled to its feet and reared its head in an angry roar. Yet even so, its limbs still trembled, and undisguised fear remained in its eyes.
But their intelligence was high.
They understood… the human radiating that unprecedented, terrifying aura intended to kill them all. Though they were afraid, they would still fight back.
The Purple Blood Soft Sword drank deep of the blood, humming with a cheerful, singsong cry.
"Die. Just die." The more Lin Lei killed, the more his heart of slaughter seemed to ignite. At this moment, all he wanted was to kill.
The other hundred-plus Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiffs didn't dare face Lin Lei head-on. One after another, they turned to flee.
Whoosh. Lin Lei's Purple Blood Soft Sword slashed toward a Golden-Eyed Lion Mastiff.