Chapter 640: Bloodthorn Tree

Zhang Ergou stood on the outermost layer of the defensive circle, his whole body taut like a fully drawn bow.

An hour ago, he was practicing with stones in the open space outside the barracks.

At that time, he had just reached the peak of his acquired skills and was extremely happy.

Although Zhang Ergou never became a Xiantian (a high-level expert) in his life, the disciples he taught became Grandmasters. What is that called?

This is what you call surpassing your teacher! He patted Shi Tou on the shoulder and said in a serious tone, "Work hard, and Uncle Zhang will be counting on you from now on."

Then he was stuffed into the portal.

An hour later, he was standing in this godforsaken place.

The surrounding blood mist was as thick as porridge, reducing visibility to less than thirty meters.

As far as the eye could see, there were only thick, dark red tree trunks, with blood-red thorn vines wrapped around them, swaying gently in the wind.

The cloying, fishy smell in the air wafted into my nose and I couldn't shake it off.

The most dangerous thing was that the ground beneath my feet was shaking, getting closer and closer, more and more intense, as if thousands of feet were stomping on the mud at the same time.

The enemy is getting closer and closer.

The words "temporary escape" had barely crossed his mind when he immediately suppressed them.

Putting aside the fact that this is unrealistic, with a million-strong army behind him, where could he possibly run?

Besides, their centurion just said that the territory has a resurrection mechanism, so even if you die, you can come back to life, so don't be afraid.

He was skeptical at the time, but now he has no choice but to believe it.

"Enemy troops have closed to within 200 meters! Fire!"

The centurion's roar pulled him back to reality.

Behind them, 100,000 elite Qin soldiers simultaneously pulled the triggers of their crossbows, the sound of the crossbow strings snapping into a series of muffled booms.

Tens of thousands of crossbow bolts were released simultaneously, the sound of them piercing the air converging into a deep roar, like a metallic rainstorm, pouring into the depths of the blood mist.

The scene was so spectacular it was terrifying, and for a moment Zhang Ergou even felt that he was standing in a safe place behind him.

This is quite a spectacle...

However, after the crossbow bolt pierced the blood mist, no screams were heard.

Instead, there was a dense series of "thump-thump-thump" sounds, like countless nails being driven into hard wood.

Just as Zhang Ergou was wondering what was going on, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him: "Watch out! The enemy's ranged attack is coming!"

He immediately tensed up and looked up.

Suddenly, countless dark red lights appeared in the blood mist ahead, followed by a dense barrage of whooshing sounds that swept over us.

It was thorns, hundreds and thousands of thorns shooting out from the blood mist.

"Bright and clear heavens!"

Zhang Ergou unleashed a flurry of palm strikes, his Azure Yang True Qi surging forth from his palms and weaving into a blue net of righteous energy in front of him.

The thorns struck the net, clattering and exploding, scattering sparks and debris everywhere.

He attacked with both hands, palm after palm, the net constantly churning in front of him, deflecting the thorns that were shot at him one by one.

The surrounding Qingyang warriors also made the same movements. In an instant, the entire defensive line shone with a bright blue light, like a copper wall being battered by a torrential rain.

However, the thorns were too dense.

A stray thorn flew from the side and pierced Zhang Ergou's thigh with a "plop".

【Health Points -110】

【Blood Marrow Erosion in effect: Lose 10 health points per second for 5 seconds】

Zhang Ergou winced in pain and cursed, "Damn it!"

At that moment, a dark red vine suddenly flew out from the blood mist, like a live snake, and wrapped around his thigh with a "snap".

Zhang Ergou's lower body sank, his feet firmly planted on the ground, the vines taut, but he remained motionless.

【Power assessment in progress...】

【Judgment Failed】

He grinned and roared into the blood mist, "Is that all the strength you have? If your Grandpa Zhang were standing right here and you were asked to pull me, could you even move me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another vine flew out from the other side and wrapped around his left leg.

Both vines tightened at the same time.

【The same target is simultaneously entangled by the vines of two Bloodthorn Trees; the forces are calculated cumulatively...】

【Detection successful】

Zhang Ergou felt as if he were being pulled by two horses, his feet instantly leaving the ground, and he was pulled out of the formation.

Holy crap!

He flew ten meters in the air, surrounded by blood mist.

He glanced around and saw that many Qingyang warriors, like him, were being dragged by vines into the depths of the blood mist.

After being dragged fifty meters, he looked down.

The ground was covered with countless Bloodthorn Puppet Warriors, each with a blood-red message above its head: 【Bloodthorn Puppet Warrior Lv13】.

They are two meters tall, covered in dark red bloodthorn vines, with sharp bone spurs at the ends of their limbs, and scarlet flames burning in their eye sockets.

After flying another fifty meters, he finally saw what was pulling him—【Bloodthorn Tree, Lv15】.

Countless vines were wrapped around the tree trunk, and the thorns on the main trunk were pointing directly at him, like an eye covered in sharp spikes.

"You dare pull me down with a broken tree!"

Zhang Ergou twisted his waist in mid-air and struck down with both palms, the force of his palms cutting down along the vines.

With one slap, two slaps, three slaps, the vines were violently shaken by his blows, and the barbs flew off.

When he was still ten meters away from the bloodthorn tree, he finally managed to snap off the vines that were wrapped around his legs.

He fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.

As soon as he landed, the Bloodthorn Golem warriors around him pounced on him.

Five or six approached simultaneously from all directions.

Zhang Ergou didn't even have time to catch his breath. He flipped over and leaped up, sweeping his right palm horizontally. A warm current, like a withered tree sprouting new life, flowed through his body, restoring fifty points of health to him.

He glanced at his health bar, which had dropped to just over 700; this amount of health regeneration was simply not enough.

His left leg was still bleeding, and his movement speed was slower than usual, so he could only fight on the spot.

He slapped away the puppet that was charging at him head-on with one palm, and then unleashed a powerful Qingyang Earth-Splitting Kick, his right leg swinging out like an iron whip, combining the power of three legs.

The first kick shattered the puppet's chest, the second kick severed its entire arm, and the third kick sent the corpse flying, knocking down its two companions behind it.

But two more pounced from the side.

A bone spur pierced his left arm, drawing seventy drops of blood at once.

He slapped the puppet away with a backhand, and the remaining one tore open his side with a claw, another sixty points.

The health bar dropped from 700 to over 500.

Three more snakes surrounded them from the side, their vine whips sweeping across the air.

Zhang Ergou ducked to dodge the first strike, but the second one hit his shoulder, tearing his skin and causing 90 points of damage to drop his health bar below 500.

He gritted his teeth and used the remaining blood to take the hit, then with a backhand strike of "Bright Heaven and Earth," he simultaneously knocked back all three puppets.

But as soon as he regained his footing, the Bloodthorn Golem behind him pounced on him, its bone spikes piercing his back, another seventy points.

Immediately afterwards, a vine whip lashed his chest, striking him ninety points.

The health bar plummeted to below 300.

He was panting heavily, his vision was starting to blur, and the puppets were still lunging at him, each strike gnawing at the last bit of blood he had left.

He tried to use the Azure Sun Chasing Light Step to escape back to the formation, but after taking only two steps, a vine whip lashed the ground in front of him, blasting open a deep trench.

"I'm doomed." Zhang Ergou looked at his health bar, which was less than 200, but he felt calm instead.

Let's gamble, let's gamble that the resurrection mechanism is real.