Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

The two arrived safely in Qinghao Town.

Only after arriving home did the two realize the immense impact the drought had had on the people of this world.

Outside Qinghao Town, there is a small river that has long since dried up. On the banks of the river, dozens or even hundreds of refugees are crammed together, living in shacks built from dead wood and bamboo poles.

These refugees were villagers from near Qinghao Town. Their village was struck by a drought demon, and they had a difficult journey to Qinghao Town.

The refugees are not physically weak, and the drought has not lasted long, so they are not lacking in food. However, the lack of water and the heat have made them look very depressed.

Most of the refugees had cracked and bleeding lips, peeling skin, covered in dust and grime, with greasy and tangled hair. They sat blankly by the shacks, not even daring to leave the safe zone designated for them by Qinghao Town.

Because outside the safe zone, you'll encounter attacks from time to time.

Drought demons feed on the blood of living beings. Qinghao Town is a medium-sized town with a large population. The aura of life they exude attracts many drought demons. However, the town is guarded by martial artists and other cultivators, who have temporarily kept the drought demons out of the town.

However, as villages within a 50-mile radius of Qinghao Town were attacked by drought demons, the number of drought demons in this area increased, and the pressure on Qinghao Town also increased.

Every day, drought demons couldn't contain themselves and tried to cross the defense line set up by the spiritual cultivators, but they were all suppressed outside the defense line by the martial artists of Qinghao Town.

When Su Xingze and his companion arrived in Qinghao Town, they witnessed a battle between martial artists and a drought demon.

The blue-faced, fanged drought demon was much larger than the one Zhang Shenglin had killed before, and it was much faster, almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

Faced with this powerful drought demon, the dozens of martial artists remained calm. Each of them wore a strange wooden plaque, which would flash and unfold into a transparent shield to block the drought demon's attack when it attacked.

With the protection of the wooden plaques, these warriors were completely free from worries in their battle against the drought demon, and they fought against it with a strange, dark black rope in their hands.

The moment the rope touched the drought demon's body, it hissed and corroded as if it had come into contact with sulfuric acid. Amid the drought demon's painful roars, black smoke billowed from the point of contact.

After several attempts, even the most clueless drought demon learned to dodge the black ropes, but by then it was too late. Many experienced warriors had already surrounded the drought demon.

The black ropes formed an array, trapping the drought demon in the area, completely depriving it of its advantage of extreme speed.

Without extremely high speed, the drought demon was much easier to deal with. Dozens of martial artists used their hands, feet, swords, and all sorts of martial arts, and each time they made a move, at least one of them managed to injure the drought demon.

Su Xingze realized that the attack methods used by these martial artists were likely related to the cultivation techniques he practiced.

For example, one of them always used his legs to kick or sweep, and each time he hit the drought demon, it would make a heavy sound. His main skill must have been his legs.

Several times he clearly saw the drought demon's skin and flesh dented several inches by his kicks. The most serious injury occurred when he kicked the drought demon's left arm. With a crisp cracking sound, the drought demon's left arm drooped completely.

"Wow, those legs are amazing!"

He knew all too well how tough the drought demon was; this man had actually managed to kick and break the drought demon's left arm.

Despite losing its left arm, the drought demon's momentum did not diminish, but it was clear that it was at a disadvantage under the siege of the warriors.

The guy with the leg leaped several meters high, using gravity to land rapidly, and kicked the drought demon squarely in the chest, pinning it firmly to the ground.

In the smoke rising from the heavy object hitting the ground, a swordsman raised his longsword and ruthlessly severed the drought demon's head.

The drought demon was completely dead. Several martial artists, during their battle with the drought demon, had their wooden plaques crack and lose their protective function. They were then severely struck by the drought demon, suffering internal injuries, and the blood clots they spat out emitted a strong bloody aura.

The martial artist's strong blood and energy were extremely tempting to the drought demons. The smell of blood stimulated the nearby drought demons, and several drought demons gradually gathered together.

"not good!"

One of the sword-wielding warriors' expressions changed, and he warned the others, "The drought demon is about to riot!"

Upon hearing this, the other martial artists also became serious.

There are seven drought demons that have recently been attracted to Qinghao Town. They just joined forces to kill the strongest one among them.

It took them dozens of people to kill it, thinking it would deter the remaining drought demons. But they didn't expect these drought demons to be so stupid. The threat posed by the killing of the powerful drought demon was not as great as the attraction of the warrior's blood energy to them.

Before one battle was over, another was about to begin. Soon, these warriors, who hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath, were fighting the remaining drought demons again.

The remaining six drought demons were not as powerful as the previous one, but the warriors had already fought a fierce battle and were exhausted. In addition, some warriors had lost their protective measures and were injured, which made the battle gradually go against them.

Su Xingze, who was secretly observing, grabbed Zhang Shenglin's arm and whispered:

"Little Qilin, this is a great opportunity!"

Seeing that several martial artists had been caught off guard and had deep scratches on their bodies from the drought demon, Su Xingze and Zhang Shenglin stopped watching and immediately joined the battle.

This was a golden opportunity that had come knocking on their door. They had been worried about how to establish a relationship with the martial artists of this world, preferably a friendly one, so that they could learn some inside information about the drought demon.

Now that they've helped these martial artists, they should at least raise their reputation with these martial artists to "friendly."

Both were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were both caught in the midst of a chaotic battle.

Zhang Shenglin swept his leg away, kicking away a drought demon that was about to bite a martial artist's neck.

The warrior who had escaped death glanced gratefully at Zhang Shenglin, and without thinking much about who he was, immediately picked up his weapon and rejoined the battle.

Su Xingze was agile and could always move between the fighting drought demons and warriors. The two daggers in his hands brought out two silver streaks of light, and when they landed on the drought demons, they could always make several wounds on them.

Having witnessed the sharpness of the newly forged dagger, Su Xingze's eyes shifted, and his gaze suddenly fell on the drought demon's two hands with long fingernails.

The martial artists present were shocked to discover that the suddenly appearing boy could always nimbly move through the battle, and neither the bloodthirsty martial artists nor the mindless drought demon could cause him any harm.

On the contrary, whenever the boy walked past a drought demon, several long black objects would fall behind him.

Upon closer inspection, aren't those the long fingernails of a drought demon?

Just then, a long fingernail landed in front of a martial artist. He used his knife to probe the fingernail, confirming that its hardness was no less than that of his knife.

It is indeed the nail of a drought demon.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that, without anyone noticing, all the drought demons present had become armored. Without their powerful weapons, their threat level immediately decreased significantly.

On the other side, Zhang Shenglin was fighting a drought demon, but he did not use the knife he was carrying on his back.

Instead, he used his lightness skill to maneuver around the drought demon at an extremely fast speed. His posture was calm and his steps seemed slow, but he was always able to dodge the drought demon's sharp teeth and claws.

While dodging, he would occasionally kick out, sending the drought demon flying back several meters.

He gradually took control of the battle, and Zhang Shenglin kicked the drought demon away once again, pressing his knee firmly against the demon's body.

He jumped up, landed, and clamped his legs tightly around the drought demon's neck. With a twist of his waist and legs, he snapped the drought demon's neck.