Six black giants, each over five meters tall, stared down at the nine ferocious ghost dragons. The atmosphere was grim and oppressive, as if thick, dark clouds had descended from the sky.
Normally, the black giants and the nine ghost dragons were evenly matched. However, the scales of victory had now tipped in favor of the six black giants. Shimmering phantom-like outlines appeared around some of them, imbuing them with an aura of mystery. The battle was imminent.
Wen Wen picked up a watermelon and tossed it between the two factions. The moment the watermelon shattered, the ghost dragons and the black giants sprang into action simultaneously.
Phantoms and fierce flames collided, their residual energy sweeping across everything. All the glass in the entire Muyuan Community shattered at once. However, the energy waves were blocked by a thin ice wall before they could reach Wen Wen and his companions.
The trio of Chou, He, and Tang each used their abilities to disrupt the ghost dragons' attacks and movements, while the white-mist壮汉(strongman) went on a wild chopping spree with his greatsword.
With the six black giants united, the battle quickly became one-sided. One ghost dragon, caught off guard and unable to dodge, had a black giant punch it in the throat. The giant then gripped its upper and lower jaws, tearing the entire ghost dragon in half.
Witnessing this brutal scene, the remaining eight ghost dragons did not become timid. Instead, their fury intensified, and their attacks became even more ferocious.
But real combat was not like a shonen manga; anger did not enhance combat power. Their desperate charge not only failed to avenge their fallen brethren but also resulted in two more ghost dragons being severely wounded due to their reckless advance.
The battle, which had been holding its ground, completely collapsed. It was a rout, and within minutes, three more ghost dragons met their end at the hands of the black giants.
The remaining five ghost dragons were enraged. They had always been the ones to attack others; how had they been ambushed so haphazardly this time?
Seeing that the five ghost dragons were on the verge of collapse, Wen Wen blew a whistle.
Upon hearing the whistle, the trio of Chou, He, and Tang, along with the white-mist壮汉, suddenly shifted their targets and launched a surprise attack on the black giants they had been fighting alongside.
Tresses of wavy hair tightly bound one of the black giants. The drunken man, staggering, jumped onto the giant's head and repeatedly punched its skull. Meanwhile, the white second-hand smoke transformed into venomous snakes, constantly attempting to burrow into the black giant’s body.
The white-mist壮汉, wielding his greatsword, prepared to thrust it into the black giant that had been immobilized.
If all went smoothly, this assault would directly eliminate one black giant. However, at this moment, an unexpected event occurred.
An energy beam, faintly flickering with a mottled phantom outline, struck the white-mist壮汉 directly, causing his body to rapidly disintegrate. At this level of damage, it would take a considerable time for him to recover.
Without the white-mist壮汉 to deliver the finishing blow, the trio of Chou, He, and Tang were directly thrown off the black giant. Had Wen Wen not quickly recalled them, these three would have perished there.
Wen Wen glanced in the direction from which the energy beam had come and saw a black giant wearing a white obelisk-shaped hat and a colorful sash, swaying as it approached the battlefield.
This black giant was slightly larger than the others, and its energy fluctuations were also stronger.
Wen Wen tossed aside the watermelon rind in his hand. "So there was indeed a seventh black giant... It seems my plan to reap the benefits of their mutual destruction was a bit too wishful."
The white-hat black giant looked at Wen Wen. "You are a demon hunter, aren't you? You thought you could wait for us to both suffer heavy losses. You're thinking too much."
"You humans always think you're so clever. But this time, I actually should thank you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found such a good opportunity."
"Tch, the last one can actually speak," Wen Wen's focus was oddly placed.
The white-hat black giant paused for a moment, then said sternly, "Human, I am doing this for your own good. Do not interfere any further. We are here to resolve the hidden danger in this place. At least on this matter, we are on the same side."
The white-hat black giant was also quite wary of Wen Wen. Its strength had already brushed against the edge of the True Order realm, just a step away from entering that state. However, it had no confidence in defeating Wen Wen.
According to its estimation, at least four of their seven members would be needed to contend with Wen Wen, and all seven together could repel him. But to kill Wen Wen would be nearly impossible. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, it did not wish to engage Wen Wen in conflict.
"In that case, we are allies. Alright then, I'll refrain from interfering for now." Wen Wen seemed to believe its words, shrugged, and indicated that he had no intention of getting involved.
The white-hat black giant breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Wen Wen stayed out of it, this coffin would surely be theirs.
The remaining six black giants began to relentlessly pursue the remaining ghost dragons. Soon, four ghost dragons were successively slain, and their chains were left behind.
The last ghost dragon whimpered, its legs trembling, wanting to flee. However, the bronze coffin was incredibly heavy, and it was impossible for the single ghost dragon to drag it alone.
Observing the cowardly state of this ghost dragon, a flicker of surprise appeared in Wen Wen's eyes. The Blood River Sword was unsheathed, and a phantom image of a blood-red river emerged around him.
Then, Wen Wen tapped his foot and, like a black arrow, landed before the ghost dragon. He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and swung down fiercely.
诡剑术 (Ghost Sword Technique) - 断铁 (Iron Breaker) · Third Revision.
Wen Wen poured all his strength into the Blood River Sword. No matter how sturdy the chains were, they were severed with a single strike.
Once the chains were broken, the ghost dragon was overjoyed and wanted to escape immediately. But Wen Wen held onto the chains tightly, gouging deep scratches into the ground with its futile attempts to flee.
"Didn't you promise not to interfere with this matter?"
The white-hat black giant roared at Wen Wen, its featureless face suddenly becoming extremely terrifying.
Wen Wen waved his hand and said, "Don't be so fierce. You'll scare the neighbor's kids. I just want a mount."
Upon hearing the word "mount," the ghost dragon wanted to escape. It had already pulled coffins for countless years and did not want to be someone's mount anymore.
But Wen Wen unhesitatingly kicked it twice, breaking several of its bones. It then finally resigned itself, appearing to have accepted its fate.
This ghost dragon was the most cowardly among the nine, otherwise, it would not have survived until the end.
When the other ghost dragons were present, it could display a fierce demeanor, but when it was left alone, its inherent timidity was revealed.
The white-hat black giant stared suspiciously at Wen Wen, unsure if this grinning, infuriatingly expressive fellow truly only wanted a mount or was looking for an opportunity to cause trouble.
However, since no ghost dragon was left to pull the coffin, it no longer mattered what Wen Wen intended.
The seven of them combined were enough to suppress an ordinary True Order practitioner. Wen Wen could no longer prevent them from taking the coffin away.
Thus, the Great Black Elder gestured to the Six Elder Blacks. As the six black giants gathered on either side of the ancient bronze coffin, they lifted it.