This Mud Swamp Crab was sprawled on the ground, unable to get up. Seven or eight of its nine pairs of pincer legs had been broken off, and even one of its largest steel clamp pincers was smashed.
Such a result made the Inkman Gu Immortal and Tai Bai Yun Sheng feel a chill in their hearts.
Fang Yuan had unleashed tens of thousands of strength path phantoms, and over three thousand remained. He unhurriedly collected the remaining phantoms into his immortal aperture.
These phantoms could only last for a certain period. Once the time limit passed, the fist qi would dissipate and the phantoms would vanish along with it. But if Fang Yuan could use them, he would, without a single trace of waste.
Since returning to the Hu Immortal Blessed Land from the Northern Plains, he had been completely broke, without a single Immortal Essence Stone, and thus had never replenished a large number of mortal Gu since then.
At the start of the fight, he had already probed that relying solely on his Eight-Armed Immortal Zombie body, it was difficult to pose any threat to the heavily armored Mud Swamp Crab.
Thus, his only choice was the killer move, Myriad Self.
The core of this killer move was a Soul Path Immortal Gu in Fang Yuan's hand, thus it required the consumption of Green Grape Immortal Essence.
Before, with the situation unclear, Fang Yuan resolutely sacrificed a Green Grape Immortal Essence to seize control of the situation.
The killer move, Myriad Self, worthy of a merged path under enslavement path, was truly extraordinary in power. The Mud Swamp Crab that had once given Fang Yuan tremendous trouble, forcing him to exert every ounce of his strength just to barely cope, was now beaten so badly under Myriad Self that it couldn't even lift its head, forever at a disadvantage with no hope of turning the tables.
"Brat, not only did you barge into my home, you even injured my desolate beast! What are you going to give me as compensation?!" Lang Ya land spirit glared at Fang Yuan, breathing fire.
Tai Bai Yun Sheng stood behind Fang Yuan, looking at this land spirit with great interest.
Lang Ya land spirit was tall and thin, with hair white as snow and a beard that reached his chest. His face was as ruddy as a baby's. He wore a wide, loose robe, its two sleeves fluttering. If not for his current fury, his wide eyes fixed on Fang Yuan, his appearance would undoubtedly be better, even more transcendent and immortal in bearing.
Fang Yuan was already familiar with Lang Ya land spirit. He stared at the tight ropes binding the land spirit. Frowning, he said, "You fell into a seal? No wonder I haven't received your divine sense in Treasure Yellow Heaven. By the time of the Northern Plains, only half a year has passed since we last met. How did you end up like this?"
Lang Ya land spirit's eyes widened even further, and he immediately retorted, "And you? How did you end up like this? Neither human nor ghost! You ascended to immortality, only to degenerate into a zombie. Hehe. You should have plenty of lifespan, shouldn't you?"
"Hmph, Lang Ya land spirit, you've lived for so many years and still don't understand the simplest principle of choice and sacrifice? You have to give to receive. If I hadn't transformed into a zombie, how could I appear before you again, and how could I wield such powerful battle strength? As for you, you're regressing with age. You can't refine Gu anymore, can you? You're really bringing shame to your true body." Fang Yuan sneered, deliberately provoking the land spirit.
Hit in a sore spot, Lang Ya land spirit jumped on the spot in anger.
Not long ago, Lang Ya Blessed Land was attacked by a mysterious force. Although Lang Ya land spirit repelled the powerful invading enemies, he himself was afflicted by a Qi Path killer move seal.
Thus, he had invited his close friend here to undo the seal for him.
Lang Ya land spirit cursed at Fang Yuan, "Brat, how dare you blame me? The collapse of True Yang Building was your doing, wasn't it! Hehe, so many people died, the clansmen of the two super forces all lost their lives. All the Gu Immortals of the Northern Plains are looking for you, the chief culprit. You've become a rat crossing the street, chased by everyone. Life must be very hard for you, isn't it!"
The Inkman Gu Immortal and Tai Bai Yun Sheng's expressions changed drastically.
The Inkman Gu Immortal's pupils constricted. A strong impulse surged in his heart to cover the land spirit's mouth.
But the land spirit had already blurted it out. It was too late.
"How can such a thing be said out loud?! Isn't he afraid of being silenced by these two?!" The Inkman Gu Immortal couldn't help but tremble in fear. The two opposite him were exactly the vicious criminals who had stirred the Northern Plains into chaos and even destroyed the arrangements of Giant Sun Immortal Venerable! Too dangerous! This situation was going to go bad!
The next moment, Fang Yuan and Tai Bai Yun Sheng both looked coldly at the Inkman Gu Immortal.
Even though the Inkman Gu Immortal usually held a high and powerful position and had extraordinary strength, being stared at by these two fierce men made a chill well up in his heart.
"Lang Ya land spirit, why don't you introduce this one to us?" Fang Yuan chuckled softly twice. His voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, making others very uncomfortable.
Not daring to let Lang Ya land spirit answer, since who knew what the outspoken land spirit would say, the Inkman Gu Immortal steeled himself and stepped forward first. "I am Mo Tan San, dwelling in Inkman City, the King of the Inkmen of the Northern Plains."
Tai Bai Yun Sheng raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected this person to have such a background, and immediately gained a new level of respect for the Inkman King.
In the current Five Regions, the world belongs to the human race. Variant humans survive in the cracks. Many are raised as slaves, bought and sold, living a very difficult life.
But in the Northern Plains, the Inkmen are the best-off branch of variant humans.
Many variant humans have no fixed home and can only wander in destitution. The Inkmen, however, have built a city in the Northern Plains and possess three Inkman Gu Immortals.
The Mo Tan San before them was the Inkman City Lord. Under his leadership, the Inkmen were able to withstand pressure from all sides, repel the greedy gazes of countless Gu Immortals, and maintain their survival. This was no easy feat, showing the talent and methods of the Inkman King.
"Inkman King Mo Tan San..." Fang Yuan muttered to himself. This name rang a bell.