20demayo Chapter 17 Dark Demon Leopard
Chapter 17 Dark Demon Leopard
Mingfei sat down in a relatively intact semi-basement, took out a piece of dried meat and half a bag of water from the underworld, and ate slowly.
He needs rest.
It wasn't because he was tired, but because he needed to avoid patrols and caravans during the day.
His identity remains a question.
A seven or eight-year-old child appeared alone on the border plain, without any adults by his side and without any luggage.
Any normal person would be suspicious upon seeing this scene.
Suspicion means trouble, trouble means exposure, and exposure means danger.
So he rests during the day and acts at night.
This is the safest way.
Mingfei chewed on dried meat, sinking his consciousness into the underworld to check on the Dark Serpent's transformation progress.
The gray mist had almost completely covered the Dark Serpent's body, leaving only a small part of its head exposed.
The Dark Serpent's scales had changed from pure black to a deep dark purple, exactly the same color as the Ghost Tiger.
Its eyes—those vertical pupils that were yellow in its lifetime.
Now it has turned a ghostly green, just like all the undead.
The conversion progress is approximately 80%.
In at most one more day, the Dark Serpent will be able to completely transform into an undead.
Mingfei withdrew from the underworld, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.
The mental energy automatically spread out, covering an area of eighty meters around the village.
He doesn't need to fall asleep completely; he just needs to put his body into a low-intensity resting state to recover all his energy within a few hours.
The day passed by while I rested.
As night fell, Mingfei opened his eyes.
He stood up, dusted himself off, and walked out of the basement.
The moonlight was bright, shining on the ruins and casting long shadows on the charred wooden beams and broken walls.
The wind blew across the plains, carrying a faint, fishy smell.
Mingfei extended his spiritual power forward and stepped out of the village.
Tonight's target is not corpses.
It's the Dark Demon Panther.
That thousand-year-old dark demon leopard that killed the Heavenly Dou patrol team.
Mingfei discovered its trail yesterday while collecting corpses.
A series of blurry claw marks stretched northeast from the battlefield and disappeared into a thicket of bushes.
He followed the direction of the paw prints.
The claw marks became clear behind the bushes.
The Dark Demon Panther made no effort to conceal its presence; it was the apex predator on this plain, and nothing could threaten it.
It walked with a swagger, its paw prints deeply embedded in the soil, with large intervals, indicating that it had a long stride and moved very fast.
Mingfei followed for about two hours.
The paw prints eventually stopped in front of a pile of rocks.
The rock pile is not large; it consists of about a dozen huge rocks stacked together, forming a natural cave.
The cave entrance was narrow, allowing only one person to squeeze in sideways, but the inside seemed quite spacious.
The scent of the Dark Demon Panther wafts out from here.
It had a strong, fishy, and slightly rotten smell.
Mingfei crouched under a dead tree fifty meters away from the pile of rocks, probing the cave with his spiritual power.
There's something inside.
A huge, heat-emitting object was curled up in the deepest part of the cave.
It is about 2.5 to 3 meters long, with strong limbs, sharp claws, and a thick, long tail.
Its body temperature was much higher than the ambient temperature, and in Mingfei's spiritual perception, it resembled a raging flame.
Dark Demon Panther.
Millennial level.
Judging from his body shape and temperature, he was born between two and three thousand years ago.
Not too strong, but for a level 26, two-ring Soul Master, it's not an easy opponent to defeat.
But Mingfei doesn't need to do it himself.
He has helpers.
Mingfei sank his consciousness into the underworld, and a crack appeared in the gray mist beside him.
The ghost tiger emerged from the crack, its eerie green eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Three human undead followed behind the ghost tiger:
The woman's sword was already drawn, the man on night watch held his shield across his chest, and the man from the second ring held his dagger in a reverse grip.
Then came the seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts.
Crimson Scorpion, Nether Wolf, Ironback Lizard, Windblade Bird...
They emerged from the gray fog in succession, silently scattering around Mingfei like a gray tide.
The last one to emerge was the Dark Serpent.
The gray mist churned violently, and a huge, dark purple figure slid out from the crack.
The Dark Serpent's body was thicker than when it was alive, the dark purple luster on its scales was deeper, and its eyes were vertical, eerie green pupils that emitted a cold, eerie light in the darkness.
The conversion is complete.
Just as Mingfei sank into the underworld, the gray mist completed the final transformation of the Dark Serpent.
It is now a true undead.
Branded with the mark of the underworld, absolutely loyal to Mingfei, possessing greater strength and speed than in life.
The Dark Serpent lowered its head, its massive triangular head almost touching the ground, as if it were paying homage to the Netherworld.
Mingfei reached out and patted its head.
The scales are cool and smooth, like touching a piece of polished jade.
"Listen carefully," Mingfei said in a low voice, his voice enveloped by the power of the underworld, reaching only the senses of the dead.
"There is a Dark Demon Leopard in the cave, between two and three thousand years old. The Ghost Tiger and the Dark Nether Python are the main attackers, with humans providing support, and hundred-year-old Soul Beasts feigning an attack."
The undead did not respond, but Mingfei could sense their rising fighting spirit.
"superior."
Ghost Tiger was the first to rush out.
It was incredibly fast; its dark purple form left a blurry afterimage in the moonlight as it headed straight for the cave entrance.
The Dark Serpent followed closely behind, its massive body gliding silently across the ground at a speed that belied its size (over five meters long).
Three human undead followed behind.
The woman's sword tip left a shallow mark on the ground, the night watchman held his shield in front of him, and the second-ring man held his short sword in his hand.
The seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts dispersed and surrounded the pile of rocks from all directions.
Mingfei did not move.
He crouched under the withered tree and activated the stealth ability of the Nether Tiger Assassination Technique.
The haze forms a thin barrier on the body's surface, distorting light and heat.
His body became almost transparent in the darkness, and only he knew where he was.
Ghost Tiger charged into the cave.
The next moment, a deafening roar came from the cave.
The Dark Demon Panther was awakened.
It reacted extremely quickly, launching a counterattack almost the instant Ghost Tiger charged in.
A black shadow shot out from the depths of the cave and collided with the ghost tiger, producing a dull thud.
Two spirit beasts were wrestling at the entrance of a narrow cave.
The sounds of claws tearing scales, teeth snapping, and deep growls mingled together, echoing through the night sky.
The Dark Demon Leopard is stronger than the Ghost Tiger.
Ghost Tiger was knocked out of the cave, its body tumbling twice in the air before landing on its four paws and sliding three or four meters on the ground before coming to a stop.
Three blood grooves appeared on its chest, with dark purple blood seeping from the wounds.
Undead can also get hurt. As long as it's not a light-attribute attack, the wounds can slowly heal, but healing takes time.