Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 146: Lin Ping’an Takes Action—Blood Slaughters Five Thousand Miles, God of Slaughter Descends, Exotic Beast Forbidden Zone
Two thousand miles outside Hope City.
"Retreat... Quickly retreat... Return to Hope City! Bring the news back!"
"Damn it! Are these beasts insane? Didn’t they just launch a massive beast tide before? Why are they here again? Which Beast King is it this time?"
"If I had known, I wouldn’t have wandered so far!"
"What a trap! It’s really a trap! This time it seems like there’s no going back!"
"Humph! If I have to die, so be it! Before I die, I will take a few more beasts with me!"
"..."
Various hunting squads were either fighting desperately or fleeing in panic.
These exotic beasts aren’t terrifying when they appear alone; they’re terrifying when they swarm together to form a beast tide.
When they gather and roar, they lose the little bit of sanity and spirituality they have, running madly and attacking everything that blocks their path.
In such a situation, once you’re trapped, if you’re not strong enough, you’ll have no chance to break out. Once swept away, sooner or later, you will be surrounded and killed.
At this moment, some martial artists were already trapped within the beast tide, with no place to escape, forced to fight desperately.
"Ha! A group of damned beasts, come on!"
"It’s a pity I can’t go back for my daughter’s birthday, kill!"
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Only warriors of the Human Race die in battle!"
"..."
At that moment, several streaks of sinister purple blade lights floated across the sky, slicing through small beast packs in seven or eight different areas in an instant.
The next moment.
The exotic beasts in those areas stopped moving in an instant.
However, after a moment, they all collapsed with a crash, falling to the ground, lifeless.
At the same time, their heads fell, spraying out a large amount of scarlet blood.
For a moment, the air was filled with a bloody stench.
The seven or eight beast packs struck by the blade lights ended the same way, the same scenario, an instant massacre.
At this moment, the surviving martial artists witnessing this couldn’t help but reflexively touch their own necks.
One must admit, the uniformly decapitated scene was quite a spectacle.
Even for them, who faced life and death daily in battle, an inexplicable chill ran down their spines.
After a dozen seconds, these martial artists came back to their senses, all looking up with gratitude.
But they saw nothing, only the sinister purple blade lights occasionally flashing by, heading towards other areas.
"A master! This must be a master! What terrifying strength!"
"Hahaha... We survived, didn’t expect to encounter a Martial Arts Great Power, truly fortunate."
"Let’s go, let’s go! Get out of here quickly!"
"The exotic beast corpses, do we need to take them back?"
"Take them back? What are you thinking? Besides, these were all killed by a master, do you really want to take advantage?"
"Of course not, I mean to help the master take them back! Our lives were saved by them, how could I be so ungrateful?"
"Forget it for now! Get out of here! The beast tide hasn’t ended, more exotic beasts will appear, you don’t want to get trapped again. We were saved by a master this time, but who knows about next time!"
"True, don’t bother the master any further, let’s go back first!"
"..."
In the sky, Lin Ping’an stood openly, not hiding at all.
But the rescued martial artists below completely ignored his presence, as if they hadn’t seen him at all from start to finish.
In reality, this was the special effect of the ’Divine Concealment Technique.’ Those weaker than him would be influenced.
Most of those martial artists below were of the Lower Third Grades, with a few in the Middle Third Grades.
The gap in strength was so great that even if Lin Ping’an didn’t conceal his presence, they would still be influenced to not perceive him.
The saying "a single leaf can obstruct the eye" describes this well enough.
Strands of spiritual power continually traversed within a hundred miles, every scene clearly imprinted in his mind.
Lin Ping’an continuously swung the alloy blade in his hand, the blade lights reaching targets over an ultra-long distance, accomplishing rescues and slaughters almost instantly.
On the panel, the system notifications were silently bombarding the screen.
[Slayed First Grade Perfection Exotic Beast, received 19 Civilization Value points.]
...
[Slayed Second Grade Perfection Exotic Beast, received 69 Civilization Value points.]
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[Slayed Third Grade High Rank Exotic Beast Burrowing Demon Rat, received 233 Civilization Value points.]
...
Although the levels weren’t high and the rewards weren’t much, the refresh frequency was absurdly fast.
Every moment, hundreds of logs appeared.
This also represented an equivalent number of exotic beasts dying at Lin Ping’an’s hands.
Ten moments later, several thousand exotic beasts had died within two hundred miles.
Regardless of whether they formed a beast tide, were heading towards Hope City, or were pursuing other martial artists.
They all met the same fate: death.
Lin Ping’an showed no mercy towards these beasts.
"Not of my kind, their hearts must be different."
This belief always resided in his mind and is his fundamental principle.
After all, only dead exotic beasts are good exotic beasts.
Upon finishing the massacre within two hundred miles, Lin Ping’an moved to another location, continuing the relentless slaughter.
Every ten moments, he’d change to another location.
Along the way, if he encountered martial artists in a bloody battle being besieged, he’d prioritize helping them out.
After all, they were collateral damage due to him, giving them priority wasn’t too much.
Five minutes... Ten minutes... Fifteen minutes later.
In this direction, except for within the thousand-mile safe zone of Hope City, in the extension range two thousand miles outward, all exotic beasts turned into corpses.
The suffocating stench of blood gathered, exuding an aura of terror.
Even more distantly, beast packs initially wanting to move this way seemed to sense this unknown terror, preferring to forcibly stop and endure a stampede rather than take another step forward.
An invisible line seemed to separate this place into two realms of life and death.
Enter, and it’s a death sentence.
Exotic beasts piled at that location, terrified to move forward, those in front wanted to retreat but were blocked, while oblivious beasts behind kept pushing forward.
In this area, exotic beasts of various kinds crowded together, like tourists in crowded scenic spots in a past life during holidays.
Looking around, all one could see were heads.
Then, a gigantic sinister purple blade light reappeared in the sky, slashing towards the congested beast herd with great force.
For these beasts, their instincts screamed that this was a death zone.
But to Lin Ping’an, he never set boundaries or intended to be limited by distance.
The next moment.
Tens of thousands of exotic beasts were instantly cut in half, turning the scene into a brutally hellish nightmare.
After the slash, the few beasts that lucked out and survived were left with only fear in their minds.
Instantly, they turned to flee back in the direction they came from.
If there were exotic beasts blocking the way, they’d run back trampling on the heads of others.
In short, they absolutely could not stay here to wait for death.
Even if some beasts were of a higher grade than them, under the threat of Lin Ping’an’s blade light, they overcame even this bloodline suppression.
And other beasts didn’t mind these seemingly provocative actions, they too faced the threat of death.
In the face of life or death, nothing else mattered; survivability was the priority.
Three thousand miles away... Four thousand miles away... Five thousand miles away...
Lin Ping’an slaughtered all the way, his blade lights continuously flashing, massacring relentlessly, cutting down exotic beasts up to five thousand miles from Hope City before he stopped.
Along the way, countless exotic beasts suffered dismemberment.
With his formidable strength, killing middle-tier and lower-tier exotic beasts was as easy as a game for him.
Moreover, although the consumption of qi blood was high, his recovery speed was very fast.
Additionally, countless people in the world of the Human Race were diligently practicing the cultivation techniques he created, providing a constant supplement to his qi blood.
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