Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

As Wu Feilong continued mining the spirit stones, he glanced at the other miners around him. Everyone was focused on their work, heads bowed. Suddenly, Wu Feilong noticed a thin, bony man in a corner. A thought struck him, and he quickly walked over. Reaching the man, Wu Feilong lowered his voice and softly called out, "Brother..."

However, at first, the man seemed not to hear Wu Feilong's calls, continuing with his work. Sun Wang, standing nearby, even wondered if he was hallucinating from exhaustion. He subconsciously shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But just then, Wu Feilong called out softly again, "Brother..." This time, Sun Wang finally recognized the familiar voice. He turned sharply, staring at Wu Feilong in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, how did you get caught and brought here too?"

Wu Feilong quickly made a shushing gesture and whispered, "Brother, it's not convenient to talk about it now. I'll tell you later." After saying that, Wu Feilong didn't say anything more and returned to his intense mining work. Because the yield of spirit stones here was quite high, completing the daily task of mining one hundred stones was a piece of cake for Wu Feilong. Just an hour later, he not only successfully completed his target of one hundred spirit stones but also mined an extra one hundred. Afterwards, Wu Feilong dragged his slightly tired body to the side to rest for a while.

Just then, the others also stopped and slowly walked towards Wu Feilong. The leader pointed a finger directly at Wu Feilong and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Kid, quickly dig out a hundred yuan for me too! Otherwise, you'll face the consequences!"

However, to everyone's surprise, facing this unreasonable demand, Wu Feilong showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the man directly. A scream rang out, and the leader flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the ground and forming a gruesome pool.

"You...you dare to lay a hand on me?" The leader struggled to get up, but his body was too painful to obey him.

"Hmph! Who do you think you are? How dare you be so arrogant and domineering in front of me!" Wu Feilong sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.

"Brothers, this guy won't listen to reason, let's all go for it and teach him a lesson!" Seeing that he was no match for him, the leader called on his henchmen to launch an attack.

In an instant, the group swarmed towards Wu Feilong and Sun Wang. Some wielded chains, swinging them through the air with a whooshing sound; others picked up stones from the ground and hurled them at the two men. For a moment, shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons filled the air.

The stones struck Wu Feilong with crisp, resounding impacts, as if they were hitting solid blocks of iron rather than flesh. Each stone shattered into several pieces the instant it touched Wu Feilong's body, scattering across the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong no longer intended to hold back. He flashed through the crowd like a ghost. Each kick landed precisely on a person, with tremendous force. Before long, the once-aggressive group lay on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to rise again.

At this moment, the leader finally realized he had messed with someone he shouldn't have, and he was filled with remorse. Enduring the pain of his injuries, he crawled to Wu Feilong's feet and pleaded, "Great hero, spare my life! Please, spare me! I'll do anything for your life!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wang, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and began kicking the leader repeatedly while cursing, "You always bully me, now you're finally in my hands! Let's see how I deal with you!"

"Stop hitting me...stop hitting me...I really know I was wrong!" The leader begged for mercy while desperately dodging Sun Wang's attacks.

Suddenly, as if remembering something important, he quickly said, "Wait... I have the key to the energy chains, which can unlock the chains on your hands!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wang immediately stopped what he was doing, snatched the key, and then quickly unlocked the energy chains binding his and Wu Feilong's wrists. Once free, Sun Wang grabbed a large rock from the side and, without hesitation, smashed it at the leader.

A muffled thud resounded, making the surrounding air seem to tremble. The leader's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, crimson blood splattering everywhere like a fountain, forming gruesome blood flowers on the ground and walls. In an instant, the stench of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.

At this point, apart from Wu Feilong and Sun Wang, everyone else lay dead on the spot, their lives lost. The entire scene was deathly silent, with only the still-wet bloodstains silently recounting the brutal battle that had just taken place.

Wu Feilong's expression was solemn. He quickly took out a small storage bag from his pocket, took out two black turtle-breath pills that emitted a strange fragrance, and handed them to Sun Wang beside him, saying, "Brother, quickly eat these turtle-breath pills, and we can pretend to be dead and get through this."

Sun Wang took the Turtle Breathing Pill, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and asked, "You plan to escape from the mass grave?"

Wu Feilong nodded and lowered his voice, saying, "That's right, brother! I've observed it. The mass grave is unguarded, which is our best chance to escape, and it won't easily attract attention."

Sun Wang hesitated for a moment, realizing there was no other way, and swallowed the Turtle Breathing Pill. Seeing this, Wu Feilong also swallowed another Turtle Breathing Pill without hesitation. Afterward, the two smeared some of their companion's blood on their bodies to make themselves look more like real corpses. Then, they each put on heavy energy chains, slowly closed their eyes, adjusted their breathing, and quickly entered a state of suspended animation, similar to death.

Time ticked by, and after about half a day, a figure slowly descended from above. It was Sun Yang. He coldly surveyed the corpses scattered on the ground, secretly surmising that a fierce fight must have taken place there. His gaze swept around, and he spotted a pile of top-grade spirit stones shimmering faintly in the distance. He walked over and collected them. Having done this, Sun Yang ruthlessly grabbed the "corpses" and tossed them one by one into the bottomless pit of dead bodies.