Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 173 Iron-Breaking Formation

'This thing can even transform twice?'

Han Yi frowned. After Da Mao transformed, its overall stats skyrocketed, from an inconspicuous '45~55' to the current '70~82'!

This level of strength is already considered a genuine late-stage Blood Refinement martial artist. Apart from Bai Sanren and himself, no one else present could surpass this level!

This resulted in his all-out attack failing to achieve its intended purpose.

No, it wasn't that it had no effect; the long tongue that Da Mao had stuck out of his mouth was cut in half.

'It seems Wang Quanzhi was strangled to death by this brat's tongue...'

The snake-like forked tongue in Da Mao's mouth also solved one of Han Yi's doubts: why was Da Mao able to float in mid-air at the beginning...?

It's estimated that he relied entirely on this long tongue, hanging from Wang Quanzhi's neck and behind him, which is why he couldn't be seen from the front.

"Mud doll, mud doll, a mud doll, it has eyebrows, it has eyes, but its eyes don't blink!"

Clay doll, clay doll, a clay doll, it has a nose, it has a mouth, but the mouth doesn't speak!

One is in eastern Tibet, the other is in western Tibet…

Da Mao's voice, as loud as a broken gong, rang out. The originally innocent and childlike song, combined with his terrifying appearance, became extremely frightening in the eerie darkness.

"Found it! It's right here!"

Da Mao suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his large, fan-like hand, picked up Wang Quanzhi's corpse, and casually played with it like a toy.

"Haha, let's whet our appetites first, I'm a little hungry!" Da Mao patted his stomach, then tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and stretched his facial muscles like the mouth of a python. In the horrified gazes of the crowd, he swallowed Wang Quanzhi's entire corpse from head to toe.

During the swallowing process, one could see Wang Quanzhi's body stuck in his throat, with a protruding human-shaped outline.

Da Mao swallowed hard, his throat muscles twitching and rolling. As Wang Quanzhi's lower limbs were fully inside his throat, the corpse vanished.

Then, strangely enough, it swallowed a person's hair whole without its stomach rising or falling, leaving no trace.

"Come on, next person, who wants to play hide-and-seek with me?"

Da Mao tilted his head, sucking on his index finger, revealing an "innocent" expression.

"Burp... It stinks!"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide again, and two dirty, smelly black cloth shoes covered in sticky mucus swirled out of his mouth.

"How many days has this guy not washed his feet?!"

The innocent expression on Da Mao's face vanished instantly, replaced by the angry look of a child arguing and fighting.

But the sight of a child's head on the body of a giant over two meters tall, with such a pretentious expression, is truly disgusting and repulsive.

Not to mention, the things he did were so grotesque and terrifying.

Seeing the terrifying and bizarre scene before them, the martial artists in the room were so frightened that they were trembling all over.

"this…..."

Huang An's lips moved, somewhat bewildered. He wanted to say something to comfort his men and boost their morale, but he didn't know what to say.

The horrifying sight before him was something he had never seen before, even with decades of experience as a镖师 (bodyguard/escort). "Give my orders, form the Iron Formation..."

Huang An gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear in his heart, and shouted loudly.

Before his warriors could respond, suddenly, with a "crack," one of them, unable to contain his fear, smashed open the window and fled in panic.

Seeing this, Da Mao merely glanced at him and ignored him, instead slightly bending his knees and secretly gathering his strength.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the person running was none other than Huang Zi'ang, the young master of the Huang family.

Huang An cursed in exasperation, "You good-for-nothing! Where can you run to?"

When facing a powerful enemy, the worst thing you can do is to run away in the face of battle.

Firstly, it was dark and the situation was unclear. Without knowing the details, leaving rashly would only lead to more dangerous situations, just like Wang Quanzhi, who went alone, knocked on a widow's door, and didn't even get a proper burial.

Secondly, if one person runs away, it could lead to another running away. If this continues, the group will be leaderless and flee in panic, only to be defeated one by one by the enemy, resulting in their deaths and demise.

Therefore, Huang An disregarded all sentimentality and launched into a tirade of curses. He hated Huang Zi'ang to the extreme. If Huang Zi'ang's actions led to a loss of morale and a disorganized mess, there would probably be no survivors!

When faced with such bizarre situations, it is often only by pooling resources and working together that there is a chance of escape.

Fortunately, the group of people sent by the Huang family were indeed seasoned and experienced, and they knew how to deal with this situation. Although they were afraid and trembling with fear, they all took action after hearing Huang An's shout.

"We surveyed the terrain of Peach Blossom Village before we arrived. The village isn't very big. If we maintain our formation and charge eastward, we can get out of the village in just a hundred meters or so!"

Huang An shouted loudly, encouraging his warriors, including himself. The power of hope is boundless. In Huang An's words, his men heard a glimmer of hope and quickly assembled the fork from the package and the metal staff on their backs.

Boom, boom, boom!

Da Mao started running, his heavy steps causing the walls to hum as if a small earthquake had struck.

"If you won't come to me, I'll come to you!"

During the sprint, he continued to utter innocent words. If you ignored his size and only listened to his voice, you would really think he was a child.

"Iron-Breaking Formation!"

"Conceal your strength!"

As Huang An spoke, the restlessness in everyone's hearts gradually subsided, and the seven people acted as one, holding back their emotions.

Boom! Da Mao rushed to the doorway, but with his size of nearly three meters, he couldn't squeeze through the narrow doorway at all. The door was smashed into countless pieces the moment it made contact with the door.

"Break through the momentum!"

At this moment, Huang An shouted loudly, and the blood and qi of him and his six subordinates seemed to be connected, surging and flowing, revealing the pressure of a late-stage Blood Refinement martial artist.

Da Mao was stuck at the doorway, unable to move, making him a sitting duck.

A gleaming iron fork pierced Da Mao's thigh and was pulled out in an instant. The formation shifted, and another iron fork was thrust into Da Mao's abdomen.

It wasn't that the group didn't want to attack vital points; the main reason was that Da Mao's size was too enormous. To unleash the full power of the formation, they could only strike these areas.

"what!!!!"

Da Mao immediately let out a painful cry, like a child who had fallen down.