Mortal Mage

The atmosphere in the underground canal below the city was extremely chaotic.

In the passage, swarms of rat demons were like headless flies, ramming into the walls, running in panic, or digging the soil frantically.

Hao Feng transformed into a nimble seven-tailed white fox running in the passage, and only a white light was seen flying by.

Wherever he passed, the rat demon's screams stopped abruptly.

The walls of the canal had clear claw marks on them, broken stones were scattered on the ground, and the canal water had turned dark red.

This was a massacre on a massive scale.

The seventh-level monster crushes the second-level monster.

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The thick white fog dissipated, and a cute little fox appeared beside Zhang Mingxuan's ankle, rubbing against his trouser leg.

The corpses of rat demons lying in all directions came into view.

Zhang Mingxuan raised his head and looked around, his scalp tingling.

The entire underground canal was pitch black and seemed to have no end.

Broken limbs and arms, bloody mess.

"Aren't there more than a dozen?"

"At first there were only a dozen of them, but after I killed them, so many suddenly appeared, so I just killed them all."

Zhang Mingxuan looked worried when he heard this.

Once Yu Shitao came down, it would be difficult for him to explain.

"If it's a hundred years later, a tribe will form here, and it will be a disaster. What I did is a good thing."

Zhang Mingxuan nodded slightly.

When a species reaches a certain size, it will grow exponentially.

Better to nip it in the bud.

However, so many corpses of second-level rat demons need to be dealt with as soon as possible.

"Help me get the demon pill of the rat demon and burn the body."

Zhang Mingxuan picked up the Silver Moon Spear, poked it at the skull of the rat demon in front of him, pried out the demon pill, and knocked out the rat's teeth with the spear.

The white fox jumped over with the storage bag in its mouth and caught it.

A man and a fox began mechanical and repetitive work.

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Yu Shitao heard the screams below him gradually stop, and looked down at his feet with a puzzled look on his face.

The ancient city is covered with weeds, with only the chirping sounds of insects.

He stepped on the sword and rose a little higher.

If Junior Brother Zhang is not dead, then there is no harm in waiting a little longer.

If Junior Brother Zhang died, I would not dare to go down.

Although the rat demon's cry just now sounded like a tragic death, it could also be that it was madly fighting for food over Junior Brother Zhang's corpse.

Let’s wait until the patrol officer arrives.

The sect's nearest outer sect base is tens of thousands of miles away from here, and it would take at least three hours for a patrolling deacon to set foot on his sword.

The entire continent of Xuantian Sword Sect covers an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles.

There used to be many countries here.

But now only Xuantian Sword Sect stands alone here.

The sky was gradually getting brighter.

Above a remnant cloud, two black spots were approaching rapidly.

The black spots gradually became clearer.

"You ran away when something happened. You sent four sound transmission jade slips in a row. Now that I caught up with you, I thought you were dead."

"Where is the rat demon?"

Before the person arrived, the message had already reached Yu Shitao's ears.

As he finished speaking, the two men hovered in front of Yu Shitao with their swords.

A man wearing a dark blue robe with animal patterns on his face had a look of disdain on his face.

A man in a scarlet robe of flames, with a solemn expression, looked down at the ancient city below and extended his spiritual sense.

Both of them had a Pegasus pendant carved from purple wood hanging around their waists.

"I was patrolling the mountain with my new junior brother Zhang. Three hours ago, I noticed an unusual aura below. I left on my sword, and junior brother Zhang entered the city's underground canal alone. I don't know whether he is alive or dead at this moment." Yu Shitao gritted his teeth, his tone containing five parts respect, three parts anger, and two parts timidity.

"Humph."

The man in the animal pattern robe snorted, his face showing suspicion. "Junior Brother Zhang, Master Qinglan repeatedly told us to take good care of him, but you left him alone in there."

"wrong."

The man in the flaming robe shook his head, thought for a moment, then raised his head and stared at Yu Shitao, questioning, "Why is there a fox demon aura?"

"This... Junior Brother Zhang brought a first-level little fox demon."

"First-level fox demon?"

Upon hearing this, Lieyanpao once again extended his spiritual sense to check. He shook his head slightly, with even more doubt on his face.