High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Two days later, on the southern slopes of the Himalayas.

Song Chen squatted by a stream to wash his hands. The stream water flowed down from the high snow-capped mountains, icy cold, washing away the blood of the strange beasts from his hands little by little.

Dark green and crimson streaks of blood stretched out in the water, flowing downstream, around the stream stones, and disappearing into the mist downstream.

He was surrounded by a slaughterhouse—not a figure of speech, but a real slaughterhouse.

Hundreds of strange beast corpses lay scattered on the gravel banks of the stream.

The Snowmane Beast, the size of an ox, is covered in thick white fur and has a spiral horn on its head.

The ice-spine lizard was split in two from head to tail, its frozen internal organs scattered all over the ground.

The snow leopard, over ten meters long, still faintly glows with the naturally growing psionic patterns on its fur, but its head has been separated from its body and is lying among the rubble.

There were also many more strange beasts whose names I didn't know, second-tier and third-tier, scattered haphazardly across the entire gravel beach.

Over the past two days, Song Chen traveled from the estuary to the southern foothills of the Himalayas, a distance of less than 1,000 kilometers in a straight line, which took him two days.

The road isn't difficult to travel; the problem is that too many people have been killed.

The closer you are to the mountains, the higher the density of strange beasts.

The warm, humid air currents of the South Asian subcontinent are blocked by the Himalayas, forming vast rainforests and wetlands on the southern slopes of the mountains, where psionic particles accumulate in much greater concentrations than on the plains.

The beasts grew wildly like weeds nourished by psionic energy, and he fought his way through, almost without stopping.

The kill count quickly rose to one million.

Song Chen pulled his hand out of the stream and shook off the water droplets.

He sat down on a rock by the stream, opened the system shop, went to the pills section, and selected the Destiny Spirit Pill.

He pressed the redemption button twice with his finger.

[Purchased 2 Destiny Spirit Pills, consuming 1000000 Kill Points.]

[Remaining kill points: 142341.]

Two golden pills landed in his palm. Just like last time, they were almost weightless, and the pale golden spiritual energy patterns on the surface of the pills were slowly flowing.

The morning light at the foot of the snow-capped mountain shone on the elixir, reflecting a very faint golden halo.

Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed both pills at the same time.

The medicine began to work within my body. It wasn't like the feeling of a drop of ink seeping into clear water last time.

When he took the two Destiny Spirit Pills at the same time, the medicinal power surged from his stomach into the depths of his consciousness like two golden torrents.

The mind's sea trembled violently, and began to spin rapidly under the impact of the two medicinal forces.

The rotation speed increased, and the psionic patterns on the core surface were flung into a blurry golden halo.

The volume of the spiritual sea was expanding, and the color of the mist changed from pure gold to a deeper dark gold, and then from dark gold to a bright gold that was close to incandescent white.

The mental energy level was fluctuating wildly on the system panel.

Six hundred and fifty, seven hundred, seven hundred and fifty, eight hundred...

The rotation began to slow down, and the expanding mental sea slowly contracted.

Finally, a tiny golden point of light condensed at the center of the spiritual sea.

The moment the point of light appeared, the entire sea of ​​consciousness fell silent.

The spinning stopped, the trembling stopped, and all the spiritual energy ceased to flow, like the entire ocean bowing to its king.

Song Chen looked at the panel and saw that his mental strength had reached 1027, making him a fourth-tier ability user.

He stood up, the stream flowing at his feet, his face reflected in the water.

Next, open the system panel and go to the special abilities section.

Thunderous Roar of the Nine Heavens (Level A), Mystic Eyes of Illusion (Level A).

Two A-level superpowers accompanied him from the third to the fourth level, from the near sea to the snow-capped mountains.

It's sufficient, but not powerful enough; he wants an S-class.

The S-rank lightning-type ability, the S-rank mental-type ability, as well as the Thunderous Annihilation Blade and the Gale Wings, should also be upgraded to S-rank.

How much kill value would be needed for four S-class vehicles combined?

He didn't bother to calculate; if one million wasn't enough, he'd go for two million; if two million wasn't enough, he'd go for three million.

To get from here to Anning City, you need to cross the Himalayas and traverse the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, traversing thousands of kilometers of wilderness teeming with strange beasts.

He turned off the system panel, gripped the hilt of the Tianjun Blade, and walked towards the snow-capped mountain.

The elevation at the foot of the mountain begins to rise from 1,000 meters.

The rainforest receded, and coniferous forests took its place.

The coniferous forests have receded, replaced by alpine meadows.

The meadow receded, leaving only pebbles and moss.

The air is getting thinner and the temperature is getting lower, but the concentration of psionic particles is getting higher and higher.

The Himalayas are one of the regions most dramatically changed after the arrival of psionic energy. In the old days, this area was an orogenic belt formed by tectonic plate collisions. After the arrival of psionic energy, abundant oceanic psionic particles drifted in, turning the entire mountain range into a huge psionic-rich area.

The beasts here have evolved unique forms. Mountain beasts are generally smaller than lowland beasts, but they have higher psionic density, are faster, and their attacks are more lethal.

Song Chen encountered the first team of martial artists at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

There were four people, all at the third tier, dressed in South Asian-style battle armor.

They are hunting a snow leopard at the early stage of the fourth level.

The snow leopard was smaller than the one Song Chen killed at the foot of the mountain, but it was faster and had denser psionic patterns on its fur.

The four worked together fairly well: one with a shield blocked the front, two with knives attacked the flanks, and a superhuman used fire-based abilities to block the snow leopard's retreat from a distance.

However, their coordination faltered, and the one holding the shield was knocked back five steps by a single swipe of the snow leopard's paw, causing half of the psionic patterns on the shield to dim.

The two knife-wielders were a beat too slow to cover, and the snow leopard darted out from the gap, heading straight for the fire-type ability user in the distance.

The fire-type ability user is a young girl in her early twenties, with short hair and dark skin; she is a native of South Asia.

Her hands were still in the posture of releasing flames, but the snow leopard was too fast, and her flames could not catch up. The snow leopard's claws were less than two meters away from her throat.

Suddenly, the snow leopard's head flew off.

It wasn't a metaphor; it really flew out.

A head covered in white fur and with amber vertical pupils was severed from the body, tumbling in the air, blood gushing from the severed neck, drawing an arc in the thin air.

The snow leopard's body lurched forward two more steps due to inertia before crashing to the ground.

The four people froze on the spot. They saw a young man standing next to the snow leopard's corpse, blood still dripping from the knife in his hand.

He was no more than twenty years old, and his face was that of a Daxia person.

The young man crouched down, used the tip of his knife to pick out the snow leopard's crystal core, and put it into his pocket.

Then he stood up and glanced at them.

Hello everyone.

The man holding the shield was a burly man in his thirties. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what the other person was asking.

"Thank you so much, senior. Thank you for your help, my friend."

Song Chen nodded without saying anything.

He carried the knife and continued walking up the mountain.

The four men watched him walk away. The burly man with the shield lowered his head, looking at the headless corpse of the snow leopard.

The four of them hunted the snow leopard, which was at the initial stage of the fourth level, for nearly twenty minutes, and almost lost one of their members.

The man made only one strike, without even slowing down, as he attacked from the side, swung his sword, sheathed it, and left.

The whole process was as fast as a flash of light.

"Who is he? So young and so strong." The fire-type ability user's voice was still trembling.

No one answered.