Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Battle with Demon Cultivators (Part 1)

Wang Chen was exceptionally adept with the Dual Mirrors, possessing two sets of them himself. One of these sets was a higher-level Ten-Time Mirror, capable of sustaining its effects for ten hours with a single activation.

In the past, whenever Wang Chen excavated hidden chambers, he would deploy the Dual Mirrors to monitor the surface situation.

Thus, he had an in-depth understanding of the Dual Mirrors’ properties.

Earlier, while searching through this mine tunnel, Wang Chen had sensed a faint feeling of being watched.

Though this sensation was extremely subtle and its source difficult to pinpoint, he was certain it wasn’t mere imagination.

Wang Chen had great confidence in his perceptual abilities.

At that moment, he chose not to pursue the source immediately but instead completed the search of all mine tunnels before circling back to investigate.

This time, with his divine sense fully engaged, he quickly detected something amiss.

The concealment provided by the Dual Mirrors was undoubtedly robust; if they were easily detectable, such artifacts would be rendered pointless. Normally, even a Qi Training cultivator would struggle to see through them, let alone a Purple Palace cultivator.

However, Wang Chen’s spiritual strength far surpassed that of his peers, granting him exceptionally keen perception.

He had uncovered the secret concealed within this mine.

The question then arose: who had placed the Dual Mirrors here, and for what purpose?

Wang Chen coldly gazed at the brass mirror in his hand, as if he could see through to the other side, where someone might be watching him with the same intensity.

Crack!

The valuable artifact shattered into pieces in his grasp!

Simultaneously, Wang Chen raised his right foot and stomped down with great force.

Boom!

The mine tunnel’s ground shook violently, sending dust cascading down.

A deep indentation formed beneath Wang Chen’s foot.

Found it!

Wang Chen’s eyes quickly scanned the right rock wall, spotting something unusual.

Without a second thought, he struck out with his palm.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the thick rock wall was forcefully breached by Wang Chen’s fist power, revealing a dark, large hole that led to a deep underground tunnel.

Wang Chen immediately channeled his energy, activating the Spirit Light Shield.

The Spirit Light Shield was a protective spell at the Purple Palace level, an advanced version of the Spirit Light Shield. After practicing this spell, Wang Chen had frequently accumulated experience points, now achieving Master level proficiency.

This mastery was the foundation of Wang Chen’s confidence to venture alone; even if he encountered a higher-rank Purple Palace cultivator, he was assured of a safe retreat.

Encased in the dense spirit light, Wang Chen swiftly darted into the tunnel.

The tunnel lacked the illumination of an Obsidian Lamp; once inside, it was pitch black, not even a hand visible. Yet, Wang Chen relied on his own spirit light to navigate the darkness, moving as swiftly as an arrow shot from a bow.

The tunnel descended straight down for nearly a hundred feet, then suddenly opened up ahead!

A subterranean cavern suddenly appeared before Wang Chen’s eyes.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood rushed at him, causing him to instinctively hold his breath.

In the center of the cavern stood a blood pool measuring five zhang square.

The blood within the pool churned, and he could vaguely see countless white skeletons submerged within, as if they were desperately struggling.

Wisps of blood mist rose above the blood pool, constantly twisting and changing, making anyone who looked at it feel cold with fear.

Behind the blood pool stood an altar that was a zhang high.

A black-robed cultivator with a pale face and no beard sat cross-legged upon it.

Evil cultivator? Demon cultivator?

Wang Chen’s gaze flickered as he formed a spell with his hands, summoning a large Fire Crow that instantly materialized above his hand.

However, before Wang Chen could strike, the black-robed cultivator suddenly opened his eyes.

His crimson eyes were filled with an indescribable evil and ferocity, looking at Wang Chen as if he were prey caught in a trap.

When Wang Chen’s gaze met that of the cultivator, he felt an overwhelming tide of blood pressing down on him.

It seemed he could hear the wailing of countless unjust souls in his ears!

At that same moment, a chilling aura spread towards him, trying to engulf him.

However, Wang Chen let out a cold snort and raised his hand, piercing towards the black-robed cultivator with his sword finger.

In an instant, a fierce and unparalleled Metal Finger energy was unleashed.

The Fire Crow, manifesting his magic power, soared into the air and rapidly dove towards the altar.

Whether the cultivator was an evil one or a demon one, there was no possibility of peace between them; it would be either his death or Wang Chen’s, so there was no need for any unnecessary words—they would fight with all their strength.

Facing Wang Chen’s attack, the black-robed cultivator immediately pressed down with both palms.

With a loud "whoosh," the blood pool in front of him surged up, instantly transforming into a wall of blood that barely blocked Wang Chen’s Metal Finger energy and the Fire Crow.

Boom! Boom!

The massive Fire Crow exploded, a myriad of flames encased by the blood curtain, dissolving into nothingness.

While the Metal Finger energy penetrated through the thick blood curtain, its destructive power was reduced by at least ninety percent, and when it reached the black-robed cultivator, it was dispersed by a single palm strike.

“Suppress!”

The black-robed cultivator shouted harshly, raising his right palm to strike at Wang Chen from afar.

In the next moment, a dark red blood plasma flew out from the blood pool and swiftly formed a massive blood palm, looming down towards Wang Chen.

Simultaneously, white skulls flew out from the blood curtain, their eye sockets glowing with ghostly fire as they opened and closed their jaws, emitting eerie and soul-chilling shrieks as they lunged at Wang Chen.

Wang Chen stood firm, facing the descending blood palm and flying skulls, and unleashed his fists.

Vajra Fist!

His fists gathered all of his strength, the magic power within his body surging with Qi and blood, lightly enveloping his entire body in a faint golden glow, making him appear as if he were forged from bronze, fierce like an angry Vajra.

Boom!

The blood palm struck by the fist power was instantly shattered, while the skulls were reduced to powder.

The unmatched might of his fists advanced like a strong wind sweeping away the clouds, crashing onto the blood pool and altar.

Seeing the situation turn unfavorably, the black-robed cultivator immediately summoned a layer of blood light as a shield for himself.

Nevertheless, under the impact of the Vajra Fist, it felt as if he were struck by a heavy hammer weighing thousands of pounds, causing his body to involuntarily retreat five feet, nearly toppling off the altar.

The blood pool trembled violently, and the blood curtain above was blasted open, creating a large hole.

On the verge of collapse!

The black-robed cultivator was immediately alarmed and quickly crushed a blood-red skull hanging from his chest.

“Die!”

A wave of blood blades flew out, swiftly covering a distance of over a hundred steps in an instant.

Even with Wang Chen’s quick reaction speed, he found himself unable to dodge in time, and the blood blades slashed across his chest.

Sizzle!

Wang Chen’s protective armor was instantly torn open, a thin blood blade like a cicada’s wing broke through, slicing through his robe and marking his chest with a faint blood trail.

Wang Chen staggered back three large steps, each imprinting deep footprints into the ground.

His body swayed and then steadied once more.

Impossible!

The black-robed cultivator widened his eyes in disbelief, his mouth twitching involuntarily.