Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 112: Shameful Waste

Translator: Cinder Translations

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At this moment, the blood aura on the pseudo-second-tier bronze corpse was extremely dense, and even its decaying flesh was stained with a layer of blood red, making it appear even more resilient.

It was clear that it had killed many cultivators in a short period and had consumed their blood.

Unlike Song Wen, whose flesh could directly transform consumed blood into refined blood, the bronze corpse hadn't fully refined the blood it had absorbed. Therefore, there was still a large amount of fresh blood stored within it, causing its whole body to be in a state of turbulent blood energy, making it look mottled and somewhat similar to a cultivator who had gone berserk.

The bronze corpse was clearly chasing Chai Bin to consume his refined blood.

After noticing the group of Corpse Demon Sect and Blood Fiend Sect disciples, it shifted its focus to these eight people, abandoning Chai Bin, and charged towards them.

The ground beneath the bronze corpse suddenly exploded as it shot out, its sharp claws gleaming with a cold light in the pitch-black night sky.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, and it grabbed the calf of a female cultivator who was lagging behind.

In an instant.

Blood gushed forth.

The female cultivator's calf was severed as if cut by a sharp blade.

"Ah... Brother Wang, save me..."

In her pain and panic, the female cultivator's body was thrown to the ground by the immense force of the bronze corpse's claws.

Before she could even hit the ground, the bronze corpse's claws had clamped around her neck.

The bronze corpse's blood-red eyes flashed with excitement.

Its mouth opened wide, emitting a foul odor mixed with the stench of rotting flesh, as its yellowed fangs bit into the female cultivator's pale neck.

Amidst her pleas, suffering, and unwillingness, the blood from the female cultivator rapidly drained away, and she gradually lost her breath, her body becoming withered.

The bronze corpse gripped the female cultivator's head and pulled hard.

Her body was instantly torn into two halves, and the parts of her body were discarded on the ground by the bronze corpse.

The bronze corpse twisted the female cultivator's head, still attached to her entire spine, with flesh and blood connected.

It removed the skullcap and poured the yellowish-white substance inside into its mouth.

After consuming the contents, the bronze corpse casually discarded the female cultivator's head.

Song Wen, observing through the black beetles, saw the horrifying state of the female cultivator.

He shook his head.

This bronze corpse was so unprofessional!

At least half of the refined blood on this corpse was wasted.

Moreover, the female cultivator's soul was not devoured, which was truly a waste.

Such wastefulness is shameful.

One black beetle silently landed on the dismembered corpse of the female cultivator, dragging away the storage bag from her waist and quickly disappearing into the darkness.

At the same time, another black beetle tossed the storage bag of the female cultivator into a relatively conspicuous position.

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The bronze corpse did not continue to pursue the remaining seven cultivators but headed towards the dense forest on the left.

In its perception, there were three cultivators there, who were currently the closest to it.

These three were members of the Profound Yin Sect hiding in the darkness, preparing to ambush the Corpse Demon Sect and Blood Fiend Sect disciples.

Among these three, two were at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and one was at the ninth layer.

The one at the ninth layer was a young man in his teens with a pale face. Despite his youth, he gave off a sinister feeling.

Surprisingly, the pale-faced youth did not immediately flee. Instead, he stood in front of his two fellow disciples.

In front of him, a three-foot-long ghostly blade floated in the air.

"Destruction Slash!"

The pale-faced youth lightly chanted, and the ghostly blade on his weapon surged with ghostly energy like a raging torrent.

With a speed as fast as lightning, it swiftly slashed towards the bronze corpse.

"Clang!"

The ghostly blade struck the bronze corpse's bare chest like striking refined iron, producing a harsh and crisp sound.

The bronze corpse was unharmed, only slightly stepping back.

It seemed to be thoroughly enraged by this attack, its entire body reverberating with corpse energy, and the sparse white hair on its head fluttering in the absence of wind.

"Howl!"

The bronze corpse opened its mouth wide, letting out an angry roar with a fierce and terrifying expression, its green face and fangs once again lunging forward.

Seeing that his full-force attack had achieved no effect, the pale-faced youth was shocked, and after a brief moment of distraction, a wave of ghostly energy erupted from his body, entangling a fellow disciple who was preparing to retreat.

"Senior Brother Chen, what are you doing!"

The ghostly energy, like a thick rope, tightly bound the Profound Yin Sect disciple. Amidst his terrified screams, the youth violently threw him towards the bronze corpse.

Taking advantage of this, the pale-faced youth fled towards the exit.

Facing the incoming food, the bronze corpse had no reason to refuse.

The bronze corpse grabbed the Profound Yin Sect disciple by the head and, amidst his terrified screams, bit through his skull.

While consuming the refined blood, the bronze corpse also tore off the disciple's arms, using them as weapons and throwing them at the fleeing pale-faced youth.

Hearing the sound of something breaking through the air behind him, the pale-faced youth didn't look back and continued to run frantically.

A large amount of Yin energy surged from his body, forming a black shield behind him.

"Bang, bang!"

The two arms smashed into the Yin shield, instantly causing two bursts of blood mist.

The pale-faced youth was also thrown off balance by the immense impact, staggering and almost falling, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Injured, the pale-faced youth dared not linger and continued towards the exit.

Below the exit of the secret realm, Chen Xiuming and others had also come to understand the terror of the bronze corpse.

The seven of them exchanged glances and, with a mutual understanding, flew towards the exit overhead. In a flash of white light, they vanished from the secret realm, with no one suggesting offering help to the pale-faced youth.

The other Profound Yin Sect disciples hidden in the dark also disappeared without a trace, not revealing themselves.

In the end, the pale-faced youth did not escape the bronze corpse's pursuit. Less than a hundred meters from the secret realm exit, he was torn apart and had his blood and marrow consumed by the bronze corpse.

The bronze corpse lifted its horrifying, blood-soaked, and yellowish-white face, gazing at the pitch-black exit of the secret realm. Its pupil-less eyes glowed with an eerie red light.

After a while, as if realizing that the black hole was the exit of the secret realm, the bronze corpse stood still below the exit, waiting for prey.

Song Wen took the three storage bags brought back by the black beetles and tucked them into his own.

Looking at the bronze corpse standing atop the mountain, impenetrable and formidable, he shook his head.

A corpse is just a corpse. No matter how strong its power, it's difficult to be truly effective without enough intelligence.

Although the bronze corpse appeared to be the strongest entity in the secret realm, with all cultivators finding it hard to inflict effective damage in a one-on-one scenario.

Once the many cultivators in the secret realm are driven to desperation and forced to unite, even a pseudo-second-tier bronze corpse, no matter how strong, will be overwhelmed by the combined effort of many and will ultimately be defeated.

Throughout the night, the area around the secret realm's exit remained eerily quiet, as silent as the slaughter at the beginning of the night.

The bronze corpse stood alone at the mountain top, a sentinel, unmoving as ages passed!

As dawn approached, with less than three hours remaining before the secret realm's exit closed, the scattered cultivators searching for opportunities began to gather, and those hiding in the dark began to reveal themselves.

(End of the Chapter)

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