Chapter 94: Counter-Hunt

A savage aura swept through the air in an instant, a dense, malevolent energy swirling around the demon ape’s body. Its roar shattered the forest, a sound sharp enough to split stone and pierce metal. The Dragon-Binding Rope, forged from the sinews of a flood dragon, was forcibly snapped apart by the demon ape.

Massive, mountain-like claws descended with brutal force like meteors, crashing fiercely toward Yang Bo.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, the ground fracturing, enormous chunks of soil lifted and suspended midair by the tremendous shock, then shattered into a cloud of dust. Yang Bo’s figure swiftly retreated, a terrifying gust crashing against him, the fierce wind pressure making it difficult even to breathe.

His expression grew solemn. With hands forming mystical seals, he suddenly pressed them onto the ground. A strange power surged through his palms into the earth beneath the demon ape’s feet. Jagged earth spikes abruptly erupted, stabbing fiercely at the beast.

Enraged, the demon ape’s eyes glowed crimson with ferocity. It raised a massive foot and stomped hard on the ground, shattering the newly formed earth spikes one by one.

“Pfft!” A mouthful of fresh blood spat out, Yang Bo’s face instantly paling, his expression turning grave.

“Roar!” A pillar of crimson light shot forth from the demon ape’s distant mouth, barreling toward Yang Bo. The scarlet beam radiated a powerful, destructive aura. A chill ran through Yang Bo’s heart. Raising his hand, he tapped his storage pouch, and a yellow talisman materialized before him. A golden clock was drawn upon the paper.

Yang Bo formed hand seals and bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of refined blood onto the talisman. Without flame, the paper ignited on its own, and a massive golden clock enveloped Yang Bo.

“Ding!” The bell’s melodious chime rang out as the crimson beam slammed violently against the golden clock. The clear bell tones echoed through the forest, invisible sound waves rippling through the void, spreading outward. Everything in their path shattered into fragments.

Within several miles, not a blade of grass remained—only desolation.

The crimson light gradually dispersed. Cracks appeared on the golden clock surrounding Yang Bo, which then burst apart with a thunderous roar. Panting heavily, Yang Bo fixed his gaze on the demon ape across from him. He opened his mouth, releasing a beam of golden light that shot straight toward the beast.

“Quite the collection of treasures!” From several miles away, Yin Tianfang stood atop a towering tree, watching the intense battle between man and beast.

He felt a surge of envy at Yang Bo’s endless array of magical items. Back when he was at the Mystic Dao Sect, he had focused solely on cultivation, paying little attention to treasures. After the sect’s downfall, survival depended solely on oneself. Through countless battles, he realized how crucial it was to possess magical artifacts.

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