Chapter 90: Chapter 75: The Third Type of Spirit Demon Blood, Entering the Governor’s Office, Recommendation to the Prime Minister’s Residence

One, there cannot be two.

What should be done?

As the sky grows dark.

Li Xuan suddenly sensed something, he stopped thinking, hunched over and crouched even lower.

In the distance, a scouting Martial Artist wearing soft armor was using the hilt of a knife to push aside weeds.

As he pushed, the Martial Artist suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "There’s a fork in the road here!"

As soon as this call fell, Zhou Eli holding a knife elegantly landed.

"Lord Zhou, there’s a path here!" the Martial Artist repeated.

Zhou Eli’s beautiful eyes quietly observed the area, paused for a moment, and murmured, "No grass grows, hidden miasma, such a dangerous place... Wang Fengyang, come and take a look!"

Soon, the tall, muscular man walked over, sniffed, looked at the mountain path, and nodded to Zhou Eli.

The two of them looked grave.

Wang Fengyang raised his hand, pointing to the accompanying Martial Artists, and shouted domineeringly, "You, you, you, and you... go in and explore."

The Martial Artists who were pointed out showed bitter expressions, but could not disobey.

Zhou Eli calmly said, "Lord Wang and I will watch from behind, if something happens, we will support."

Only then did the group clasp their fists and say, "Thank you, Lord Zhou, thank you, Lord Wang."

Said and done, the Martial Artists pointed out as pawns took out an Antitoxic Pill from their bosom and ate it first, then drew their knives, stepped into the grass, formed a queue, and cautiously proceeded.

They advanced about ten meters, and the path suddenly widened.

The group naturally formed a Fish Scale Array, advancing slowly.

Zhou Eli and Wang Fengyang watched from behind, taking the remaining Martial Artists with them.

The group walked further and further away.

Wang Fengyang pointed out more people to follow and respond, as these people went far, he continued pointing others.

Thus, the Martial Artists entered in groups one after another.

As they ventured deeper, suddenly, the soil at the front emitted a rustling sound, a gray-white hand bone unexpectedly emerged from the ground then pushed, dust flying everywhere.

The thing in the soil gradually revealed itself amidst the dust, appearing as a skeleton grasping a rusty sword and shield.

The Martial Artist at the front narrowed his eyes, shivering in fright, quickly retreating.

If there were thirty to fifty bandits here, he wouldn’t be afraid, but skeletons... were truly terrifying.

Wang Fengyang, seeing this, acted dominantly, grabbing his large knife, white mist beneath his feet, leaped several dozens of meters, with a few springs reaching the shivering Martial Artist.

By this time, more skeletons were crawling out of the soil, holding various weapons.

"Lord Wang, the demon is powerful..." a Martial Artist said tremblingly.

Wang Fengyang snorted coldly, fixed his eyes on a skeleton, and charged suddenly.

Force flowed through his arms to the long knife, viciously slashing, cutting a scorching white ribbon in the air, "Dong" striking the skeleton ahead.

The skeleton didn’t react at all, the entire body split in two by the slash, ribs scattered like broken matchsticks, flying everywhere, landing then lying flat, unable to rise again.

Wang Fengyang couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, "Not even as good as third-rate people in the martial world."

Then he shouted toward the pale-faced Martial Artists, "What are you afraid of?! These skeletons aren’t even better than you!"

With that, he stepped forward, slicing the skeletons one by one, quickly dismantling them.

The Martial Artists were dumbfounded at this sight, as in their impression, these terrifying skeletons should be filled with evil energy and naturally strong, but... the fact was, these skeletons were quite ordinary.

The Martial Artists ahead began attacking the skeletons.

With this attack, confidence surged within the Martial Artists, one couldn’t help but shout excitedly, "Weak, too weak!"

From afar, Zhou Eli observed calmly, exhaling discreetly.

Indeed, she had previously interrogated the young men from the Jin family and the Cao family, and questioned the prostitutes in the mountain villa, evaluating the level of the White Bone Demon.

According to the classification of the governor’s mansion, the demon behind the White Bone Demon should be at the level of an "ordinary young demon", easily huntable.

But if this demon reached "Tier One", it’s beyond their capability to handle.

"Tier One demon", even the most ordinary, just matured demon, could barely be countered by a Triple Cultivator Secret Martial Artist.

This counteraction refers to facing it directly.

But speaking of "Tier One demon" itself possesses terrifying Demon Technique, who would let you face it directly?

Furthermore, the counteraction already discussed is entirely against the most ordinary, just matured Tier One demon.

If the grown-up Tier One demon needs to be confronted, isn’t reaching "Devil Form Realm" required?

Thoughts turned within her mind as the yellow soil continuously bulged in the distance.

More and more skeletons emerged one after another.

The ten or so Martial Artists who entered felt pressured.

Zhou Eli waved her hand, and those Martial Artists beside her who were eager to try entered in a stream.

Two or three hundred people poured gently into the small graveyard of the Human-faced Flower Demon like a stream.

Sounds of fighting and shouting came from afar.

Suddenly, Wang Fengyang bellowed, "Retreat, these skeletons are poisonous!"

As his words fell, white mist boiled around him, charging directly toward the few green skeletons crawling out of the soil.

The green skeletons seemed coated with miasma, whenever someone approached, the miasma would rush over in an instant, causing the opponent to fall into the trap before they even strike...

However, the pale green miasma when meeting Wang Fengyang was directly scattered by the white mist caused by his blood energy.