Chapter 39: Shadow of Death

Chen Feng dislikes being passive; he prefers to take control of everything himself.

The contract with the demon spider was only for five minutes; within this time frame, he must kill the Mother Corpse Mutilator, for real! Not just drive it away and let it escape.

There's no way he can do it alone; he must rely on someone else's strength.

Zhou Xian.

A well-known figure in City J, despite being in his twilight years, his calligraphy brush possesses an incredibly powerful attacking ability.

None of the formidable individuals from his memories were simple individuals.

People like him are most skilled at erupting in times of adversity. Now, Zhou Xian is standing in the crowd, strands of black and white hair rising without any wind, his calligraphy brush slowly sketching towards the Mother Corpse Mutilator.

"Finally couldn't resist taking action, huh?" Chen Feng murmured, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

The screams were incessant.

Just as Zhou Xian focused on the Mother Corpse Mutilator, the last remaining bronze corpse mutilator also started rampaging. In the process of fighting, one of the demon's tentacles was forcefully torn off, and a large piece of flesh was ripped off its face.

"Kill it!"

Chen Feng gradually retreated to the periphery, giving orders to the demon. Since he had decided to conduct the blood sacrifice here, any unstable factors should be eliminated.

The demon's roar resounded, and in an instant, it received the command and directed its gaze full of hatred towards the enemy.

"Splutter!"

The giant corpse mutilator’s insect legs were extremely sharp; at this moment, its insect legs were like blades, directly slashing the demon's body, causing mud and flesh to scatter in all directions.

A pungent smell of blood sprayed out.

Even though the giant corpse mutilator possessed defensive properties and its insect carapace could even stop bullets, when it encountered the demon's blood, it suffered a small loss in return.

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

Some of the blood splattered onto the giant corpse mutilator's body, and it quickly began to feel a burning sensation. Its sturdy insect carapace turned black and, after a while, became permeated with cavities.

Toxic blood!

A nimble figure appeared next to the giant corpse mutilator, the dark elf pulled back his bowstring, and with barbed arrows, shot directly into the opponent's flesh.

"Clang!"

The giant corpse mutilator’s defense significantly dropped in its corroded state, and the arrows pierced its flesh, causing it to emit a painful growl.

The giant corpse mutilator caught sight of a woman.

She had a tall figure, a voluptuous body, and her glossy white hair was incredibly sleek, resembling a moon in the sky, exuding a sense of desolation.

Drawing the bow.

Shooting arrows!

The arrows once again penetrated the giant corpse mutilator's body, worsening its injuries. It seemed to go berserk in a last-ditch effort to attack, but it still couldn't hit the dark elf. The elf was a favorite of the divine, naturally possessing some agile traits. As the demon launched an attack from behind, it directly embraced the giant corpse mutilator and its body seemed to melt, burying the mutilator in the mud.

The mud shielded the mutilator's senses, and it struggled but to no avail, suffocating from the mud and decaying flesh. In just a few seconds, this once unrivaled monster died here.

"Hiss…"

Feeling the final bronze corpse mutilator’s death, the Mother Corpse Mutilator immediately flew into a rage. These two mutilators were its most valued offspring.

In the past, the mother insect put in a great deal of effort to nurture them to the bronze level.

It's akin to a father who owns a martial arts school, having worked hard to educate two sons who would manage the school's future income and his own finances. Now, these two sons had been killed by someone!

This kind of hatred couldn't be resolved.

"Smack!"

Swinging its insect leg, the sound of broken bones rang out as a soldier's head turned into a muddy mess, with half of it hanging slanted around his neck, and the other half torn into a bloody mist by the Mother Corpse Mutilator.

Rampage!

With enormous losses, the Mother Corpse Mutilator had to use the blood of many people to soothe its hatred. It went on a mad killing spree among the crowd, ignoring bullets. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people were killed, with limbs and blood scattered around.

"Beast!"

Zhou Xian had finally had enough; he had just finished writing his last stroke. In front of him, a bright red "murder" character appeared!

The iron painting and silver hook, seamlessly executed.

Zhou Xian, who had devoted his entire life to studying calligraphy, had already integrated every stroke into his very being. As he gazed at the mother of the corpse weavers, there was no fear in his eyes, only a hatred and fury.

"Mastery of the known leads to clarity, ignorance of the known leads to recklessness!" Zhou Xian murmured to himself.

Bang!

A thunderous sound erupted.

The large character "凶" (evil) struck directly onto the body of the mother of the corpse weavers, possessing the force of a thousand catties, instantly restraining the mother's rampant movements.

The mother of the corpse weavers's body was gradually pressed down.

Zhou Xian's pupils glowed with a blood-red light. His desire to punish the other party made him exceedingly agitated. At this moment, he no longer resembled an elderly person in the twilight of his years; amidst the roiling of his qi and blood, he appeared even more robust than a young person.

A professional.

Chen Feng was familiar with the scene before him. In his extensive travels, he had encountered many bizarre abilities. For example, the current Zhou Xian, who had conjured such a terrifying momentum with just a single brush, was truly awe-inspiring.

The struggles of the mother of the corpse weavers became slower and slower. With a momentary mistake, her back suddenly ruptured, and a gush of blood spurted forth—a five-centimeter wound, as if it had been burst open, with even the blood and flesh inside being squeezed out.

"Ugh..."

Zhou Xian groaned, a hint of blood oozing from his mouth. This had already exceeded his limits.

"Hiss..."

The intense pain made the mother of the corpse weavers let out an angry roar. In addition to Zhou Xian being exhausted, she gradually lifted herself up, using her insect-like legs to support herself, while the "凶" character on her body also became increasingly faint, until it completely disappeared.

Thud!

Zhou Xian fell directly to the ground, his breathing ragged and his expression chaotic. The right hand gripping the brush had turned a dark purple.

Ultimately...

No matter how powerful he might become in the future, at the moment, he was only at the bronze level. To be able to inflict harm on the mother of the corpse weavers in a situation of such extreme difference in strength was already no easy feat.

Chen Feng glanced at Zhou Xian, his eyes devoid of much emotion. The other party had already fulfilled his mission.

Perhaps one day in the future, Zhou Xian would become a legend in this city, but for now, he was just an inconspicuous professional.

The mother of the corpse weavers had been injured, and Chen Feng had achieved his goal.

The blood sacrifice could not be delayed.

The mother of the corpse weavers had a reason to die!

With a cold expression, Chen Feng bit his thumb and a drop of fresh blood fell to the ground. Then, he used his left hand to hold his right wrist and pressed his palm to the ground.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

This was a special summoning, a fair contract.

"Kill!"

"Manifest!"

"In the name of the summoner!"

"With the contract forged from flesh and blood, I need your assistance. Assassin lurking in the shadows, please bring... deathly shadows to this place!"