Chapter 267 - 267: Record Breaking Climb
Fang Hong's Divine Sense swept across, revealing exactly three hundred Werewolf Beasts.
Most crucially, the aura of each Werewolf Beast was formidable, having reached the Middle Stage of Body Integration.
A faint smile touched Fang Hong's lips as he clenched his fists, his bones emitting a low cracking sound.
It seemed the Myriad Beasts Tower had seen through his foundation and directly arranged a high-grade trial for him.
Owoo. Owooo.
Across the desolate plain, the Werewolf Beasts simultaneously let out sharp roars, their voices filled with ferocity.
Their four limbs pushed off fiercely, transforming into blurs of black shadow, pouncing with extreme speed, instantly surrounding Fang Hong like a black tide.
"Then let's do this." Fang Hong's battle intent blazed in his eyes.
He stomped his foot, and the earth violently cracked as he became a blur, instantly closing in on a pouncing Werewolf Beast.
Bang.
Fang Hong unleashed a well-prepared punch, its force as heavy as a collapsing mountain, striking the Werewolf Beast.
The Werewolf Beast had no time to dodge; its entire body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
After twitching a few times on the ground, its body exploded with a boom, then transformed into a wisp of green smoke, dissipating into nothingness.
Seeing this, Fang Hong felt a slight sense of loss.
These Werewolf Beasts were not real Demon Beasts but illusory beasts condensed by a certain formation restriction of the Myriad Beasts Tower.
Since they were not flesh and blood, even if he killed them, the demon gourd would be unable to devour and refine them, let alone refine them into spirit pills.
His ears were filled with dense roars; the remaining Werewolf Beasts, seeing their companion killed, became even more frenzied, pouncing in groups.
Fang Hong's gaze suddenly turned cold; since these things were worthless, he no longer needed to hold back.
His battle intent fully erupted, and he let out a fierce shout, his punches roaring like thunder, unleashing his full power.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Each punch was accompanied by a dull explosion.
Wherever his fists struck, the Werewolf Beasts' bodies directly shattered, their flesh and blood turning into green smoke and vanishing.
At this moment, Fang Hong was like a battle demon god, his physique towering, his punches unparalleled.
These Werewolf Beasts might have been a difficult challenge for other Cultivators, but for Fang Hong, they were merely a group of small ants, nothing to fear.
Explosions on the desolate plain rose and fell, shattered rocks flew from the tremors, and Werewolf Beasts were blown apart one after another by Fang Hong.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all three hundred Werewolf Beasts had been annihilated by Fang Hong, and the entire desolate plain instantly fell silent, marking the completion of the first layer's trial.
Buzz.
Immediately, ten wisps of ethereal green Qi suddenly descended from the sky, like spiritual mist, slowly drifting down and finally merging into Fang Hong's body.
Fang Hong raised an eyebrow, immediately sensing the unusual nature of this Qi.
He immediately sat cross-legged, circulated his cultivation technique, and began to refine and absorb it.
Time passed slowly; half an hour later, Fang Hong suddenly opened his eyes, an incredible light flashing in his pupils.
"What a wondrous Qi." Fang Hong couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
This green Qi, dissolving within his body, not only tempered his flesh and blood, making his muscles and bones tougher, but also subtly boosted his magic power.
At the same time, that Qi, like a sweet dew nourishing the earth, nurtured his Divine Soul, making his Divine Sense even sharper.
"Th-this is an all-around improvement." Fang Hong thought to himself.
Fang Hong had never encountered such a miraculous Qi before; if he could get more, it would be comparable to several years of cultivation in seclusion.
Fang Hong's heart began to burn with excitement.
With such a harvest on the first layer, then the fourth layer must conceal an astonishing treasure.
No matter what, he had to reach the fourth layer to find out.
Boom.
Just then, a blue beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, its brilliance dazzling, piercing through heaven and earth, emitting a vast spatial aura.
This was the teleportation passage to the second layer.
Fang Hong stood up and stepped into the teleportation light beam without hesitation; his body was instantly enveloped by the light beam, and the next moment, he vanished from his original spot.
He was already eager to explore the fourth layer.
Buzz.
The moment Fang Hong stepped into the teleportation light beam, the second layer outside the Myriad Beasts Tower suddenly lit up, indicating that someone had already reached the second layer.
The surrounding Demonic Cultivators watching the excitement exclaimed in surprise.
"Look. The second layer is lit."
"So fast. He reached the second layer in just half an hour."
"Who else could achieve this besides Young Master Phoenix Yang?"
"I remember Old Ancestor Phoenix Qing took an hour to pass the first layer back then, didn't he? He actually surpassed Old Ancestor Phoenix Qing's record."
The crowd of demonic cultivators was in an uproar, discussions rising like a tide, their faces filled with shock and admiration.
The Phoenix clan's disciples and Elders were even more spirited, their faces radiant, their eyes showing unconcealed pride.
However, what these Demonic Cultivators didn't know was that Young Master Phoenix Yang was still diligently killing Werewolf Beasts on the first layer.
His opponents were three hundred Void Refining Middle Stage Werewolf Beasts, a completely different grade of trial from Fang Hong's.
But Fang Hong, relying on the invincible power of his physical body, had entered the second layer one step ahead.
As Fang Hong reached the second layer, a large number of Demonic Cultivators had already failed the tower trial and were forcibly sent out by the teleportation light beam, their faces pale, their expressions disheveled.
The Phoenix clan's disciples watched coldly, noting down the names of these failures one by one.
...
Fang Hong's feet touched the ground, and the scene of the second layer came into view.
It was still an endless desolate plain, dead silent and bleak, the only difference being that the surrounding oppressive feeling was heavier than on the first layer.
Beside him, a red light beam for exiting still stood, constantly reminding him of the retreat's existence.
"What kind of trial will the second layer be?" Fang Hong murmured softly, clenching his fists.
No sooner had he spoken than a large number of purple light beams appeared in the sky again, flickering with light, followed by a sudden tremor of the ground as a new group of monsters emerged from the light beams.
These monsters had ferocious forms, tiger heads and human bodies, bulging muscles, and burly figures like small mountains; each step they took made the ground rumble, appearing incredibly powerful.
Fang Hong's Divine Sense swept across, revealing exactly six hundred Tiger-headed monster.
Even more astonishing, each one's Cultivation had reached the Late Stage of Body Integration!
Fang Hong's heart trembled slightly, secretly marveling; indeed, the difficulty had increased by one grade compared to the first layer.
If he hadn't Cultivated his physical body, under the suppression of his magic power, he probably wouldn't have even passed the first layer, let alone faced these monsters before him.
Roar. Roar. Roar.
The Tiger-headed monster roared to the sky, their voices like thunder, then simultaneously erupted, leaping high in unison, pouncing madly at Fang Hong.
"Kill."
Fang Hong's eyes were like lightning, his battle intent soaring, and he once again transformed into a battle demon god.
His punches condensed, blood Qi surging, as he bravely charged into the surging horde of monsters!
Bang. Bang. Bang.
On the desolate plain, dense, drum-like explosions sounded again.
The earth trembled, shattered rocks flew, and shockwaves swept in all directions.
