blueteamnovel Chapter 18 The Death of the Dark Leopard
Chapter 18 The Death of the Dark Leopard
The Dark Demon Panther burst out of the cave.
Under the moonlight, Mingfei finally saw its full appearance.
It is about 2.8 meters long, completely black, and its fur is as smooth as satin.
It gleamed with a cold, dark light under the moonlight, without a single blemish.
Its limbs are thick and pillar-like, with muscle lines faintly visible under its fur.
Its claws were as sharp as knives, each ten centimeters long, with a cold, eerie blue gleam at the tip.
Its eyes were dark red, like two burning embers in the darkness.
His pupils were vertical, fixed intently on the surrounding dead, exuding a bloodthirsty ferocity.
Dark red blood still clung to the corner of its mouth.
It wasn't its own; it was left behind by that team of Heavenly Warriors.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, splashing onto the soil and spreading into tiny blood spots.
The Dark Demon Panther stood at the entrance to the cave.
His head was slightly lowered, his nose twitched constantly, and he scanned every corner around him.
It saw the Ghost Tiger.
I saw the Dark Serpent.
I saw three human spirits.
They also saw seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts surrounding them.
Its pupils contracted slightly.
His aura suddenly became sharp and fierce.
It's not fear.
Rather, it's about being vigilant.
It is the alertness of a top predator after being offended.
It has roamed this border plain for many years.
It has slaughtered patrol teams and preyed on all kinds of spirit beasts.
I have never encountered such a situation before.
A group of eerie undead spirits surrounded them from all directions.
Each one exudes a cold, lifeless aura, as if it did not belong to the living.
There was no fear whatsoever, only a pure fighting spirit.
The Dark Demon Leopard did not hesitate at all.
Choose to break out immediately.
It precisely targeted the weakest point in the encirclement, the east.
There were only a few hundred-year-old soul beasts there, which seemed to be the easiest to break through.
Its body suddenly arched, its muscles taut as if a bowstring had been fully drawn.
It shot out like a black arrow, so fast that it left a black afterimage.
Heading straight for the small, red-spotted scorpion on the east side.
The Crimson Scorpion neither dodged nor retreated.
It arched its body sharply as it charged at the Dark Demon Leopard.
The tail hook is raised high, gleaming with a highly venomous sheen.
The shell vibrated at its maximum frequency, and a piercing buzzing sound spread through the night sky.
An attempt to disrupt the Dark Demon Leopard's judgment.
The Dark Demon Panther reacts extremely quickly.
The sharp claws slammed hard onto the Crimson Flame Scorpion's carapace.
A crisp snapping sound.
The hard shell shattered instantly.
The Crimson Flame Scorpion's body was sent flying by the immense force.
It gradually becomes transparent in the air.
A wisp of gray mist surged out, pulling it back to the underworld to await reunion.
But the Crimson Scorpion used its last bit of strength.
The tail hook stabbed the Dark Demon Panther's foreleg.
It wasn't deep; it only penetrated less than a centimeter.
It couldn't even tear through the thick fur.
The deadly poison was instantly injected into the Dark Demon Leopard's body.
The dosage is so small that it is neither fatal nor numbing.
But it was enough to stiffen its muscles and slow it down slightly.
And this slight slowdown.
That alone is enough to decide the outcome.
The Dark Serpent moved.
It came swiftly and horizontally from the side.
The dark purple python's body moved like a flowing shadow.
The speed was so fast that even Mingfei's mental energy could barely keep up.
The enormous python's body fully extended along the Dark Demon Leopard's charging path.
Its thick, layered body resembled an impenetrable, dark purple wall.
Completely block any way out.
The Dark Leopard had no time to turn or slow down.
He crashed headlong into the Dark Serpent's coiled area.
The Dark Serpent immediately tightened its body with astonishing force.
a circle.
Two laps.
Three laps.
The thick python's body tightly coiled around the dark demon leopard's limbs, torso, and tail.
It tightened its grip, firmly locking away its struggles.
The Dark Demon Leopard writhed wildly.
The claws left white marks on the scales.
The teeth tore at the python's body, leaving behind a series of tooth marks.
However, the scales of the Dark Python are too thick and too hard.
As a six-thousand-year-old soul beast, its defensive power far exceeds that of a two-thousand-year-old Dark Demon Leopard.
These attacks were completely ineffective against the defenses, leaving only negligible traces.
Ghost Tiger charged in from the side.
It is adept at exploiting weaknesses.
The sharp claws precisely slashed towards the Dark Demon Leopard's belly.
That's the weakest point of a soul beast, with the thinnest fur and softest muscles.
Three deep, visible bone grooves appeared instantly.
Dark red blood gushed out.
The crimson scales of the Dark Serpent dripped into the soil.
The Dark Demon Leopard let out a mournful scream.
The sound pierced the night sky, filled with pain and anger.
The woman's sword pierced through from the other side.
The sword tip struck with unparalleled precision, piercing straight into the dark demon leopard's right eye and penetrating deep into its retina.
The Dark Demon Leopard's body trembled violently.
All the muscles in my body tensed up instantly.
The strength to struggle instantly diminished by more than half.
Blood trickled from its right eye, blurring its vision.
The watchman's shield followed closely behind.
It slammed heavily onto the Dark Demon Leopard's head with a dull thud.
The Dark Demon Leopard suddenly tilted its head to the side, its eyes unfocused.
The man from the Second Ring Road took advantage of the situation and used a short knife to penetrate.
A long gash was cut into its neck.
The blood gushed out even more violently.
Seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts immediately swarmed forward.
Crimson Flame Scorpion Tail Hook, Netherworld Wolf Fangs, Ironback Lizard Tail, Wind Blade Bird Wings.
All the attacks landed on the Dark Demon Panther.
Give it no chance to breathe.
The Dark Demon Panther's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
His breathing became increasingly weak.
Blood was spilled all over the ground, staining the soil dark red.
A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.
Its breathing became more and more rapid, and weaker and weaker.
The rise and fall of her chest became increasingly shallow.
His dark red eyes gradually lost their luster.
The pupils slowly dilated.
The ferocity and vigilance faded, leaving only endless weakness.
Mingfei stood up from under the withered tree.
He deactivated his invisibility, and the gray fog barrier quietly dissipated.
The small figure was exceptionally clear in the moonlight.
He walked step by step toward the Dark Demon Leopard.
His steps were steady and unhurried.
The dead automatically made way for them.
The Dark Serpent slowly loosened its body.
Ghost Tiger stepped aside.
The woman retrieved her blood-stained sword.
The two men put down their shields and daggers.
They stood quietly on either side, awaiting Mingfei's command.
Mingfei walked up to the Dark Demon Leopard.
He looked down at the dying, thousand-year-old soul beast.
The Dark Demon Leopard looked at him with difficulty through its dark red eyes.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Only complex emotions.
Anger at being offended.
A stubborn refusal to give up.
There was also a hint of doubt about the child in front of him.
The Hades Sword slipped silently from his palm.
The black blade gleamed with a faint gray light.
It lacked a biting chill, yet exuded an irresistible, deathly power.
The sword fell.
Clean and efficient, without any hesitation or fuss.
The Dark Demon Leopard's body trembled violently.
He then stopped breathing completely.
His eyes went completely dark, and his limbs slowly went limp.
A purple light rose from the corpse.
It slowly condensed into a round soul ring, which floated gently above the corpse.
The spirit ring is light purple and is between two and three thousand years old.
It's shallower than the Ghost Tiger's Soul Ring, and much shallower than the Dark Nether Python's Soul Ring.
The atmosphere was relatively mild.
Mingfei did not absorb this soul ring.
The two-thousand-year-old soul ring is useless to him now.
His first spirit ring was a thousand-year-old ghost tiger, and his second spirit ring was a six-thousand-year-old dark serpent.
The third spirit ring takes at least ten thousand years to form.
Absorbing it will only lower the overall configuration, which is not worth the effort.
However, the corpse and the soul ring can be handed over to the underworld.
Mingfei crouched down.
He gently placed his palm on the Dark Demon Panther's head.
A faint gray mist swirled around my fingertips.
Gray mist surged from the underworld, like a thin veil.
The body and the purple soul ring were wrapped up and slowly pulled into the underworld space.
It transforms into the power that nourishes the underworld.
The cracks in the scorched earth beneath their feet widened slightly again.
The dark red light from the crack became even brighter.
The aura of the underworld also became even stronger.
Mingfei stood up.
He surveyed his undead army.
Ghost Tiger's chest wound began to heal.
The dark purple blood congealed, and the gray mist rapidly repaired the injuries.
The Dark Serpent's scales had white marks, but it was not a serious problem.
The scales still retained a deep luster.
The three human undead were unharmed.
They remain in a fighting stance.
The Crimson Flame Scorpion was missing from the seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts.
It is reuniting its soul and body in the underworld.
They can return to the team in half an hour.
This battle against the Thousand-Year Dark Demon Leopard.
The undead army suffered zero casualties.
This is the undead army's greatest advantage.
As long as the underworld remains intact, the dead will never perish.
Even if the body is broken, it can be reassembled and will never be defeated.
Mingfei looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
The moon rose to its zenith, its bright light bathing the plains.
It was already midnight.
The night is still long.
There are still a large number of fallen soul beasts and soldiers on the border plains.
There is still countless death energy waiting to be collected.
Countless corpses await collection.
It is used to nourish the underworld and strengthen the army of the dead.
"Let's go," Mingfei said in a low voice.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.
The dead followed him silently.
Dark purple ghost tiger, robust dark serpent, human undead wielding sword and shield, and sixteen hundred-year-old soul beasts.
Like a silent gray tide.
It slowly flowed into the moonlit border plain.
They headed towards the next place teeming with deathly aura.