I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 77: Who Are You Exactly?

'They predicting my movements…!'

He had no way to shift directions mid-air. He was too close to avoid them completely, and trying to generate another burst of wind qi mid-descent wouldn't propel them far enough to reach the next submerged tree.

The hands reached out to grab him as he descended when—

Shnk!

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

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In an instant, dark blue darts wreathed in toxic green qi pierced through the bandaged hands, detonating on impact.

BOOM!

A powerful explosion of toxic mist burst forth, engulfing the creatures in dense poisonous fumes. The force alone blew the reaching hands apart, sending severed limbs and ash-like energy scattering into the air.

Victor's boots landed on the branch with a barely stable balance as he adjusted his grip on Lady Li Yang. He immediately turned his head toward where the attack had come from.

A shadowed figure stood atop a gnarled tree branch about thirty feet away with his robes billowing from the residual force of his attack.

The man held a strange conical flask-shaped hat in one hand with qi-infused mist swirling around it like it was alive. His other hand was still positioned mid-throw with his fingers loose from where he'd just flicked the deadly qi-poisoned darts.

Now that Victor could see him properly, the man looked completely unbothered by the chaos around him.

He was tall and lean with long and unkempt dark brown hair tied loosely behind his back. His face was sharp and well-defined, but what stood out the most was his piercing wolf-like gaze—an intelligent amber color that gleamed slightly in the dim Devil Forest light.

His dark blue robes were embroidered with faint golden threads, and a few bamboo tubes and flasks dangled from his waist, likely containing more poisons, elixirs, or explosives.

Victor narrowed his eyes. "Who—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the newcomer moved.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed his conical flask hat into the air, and in a flash of motion, his fingers blurred, tracing complex qi patterns mid-air.

The hat glowed with faint golden inscriptions and then whirled through the air like a flying blade, slicing through the mist like a spinning razor.

Shhhk!

The hat cleaved through the remaining bandaged creatures, ripping them apart one by one before spinning around and flying toward the man's direction.

The creatures let out horrid shrieks as their bodies dissolved into wisps of dark qi.

With a simple gesture, the man caught the hat and flipped it back onto his head as if nothing had happened.

Silence~

Even the Devil Forest itself seemed to pause at the sheer efficiency of his attack.

Victor blinked curiously.

Lady Li Yang was still clutched in his arms but her shaky breath had turned steady. She too was staring at the newcomer in shock.

The man adjusted his flask hat, then looked over at them with a lazy smirk. "Those things move faster than you think under the water. Lucky I was around, huh?"

Victor exhaled sharply. "Uh yeah thanks... And you are?"

The man tilted his head slightly with his amber eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Just a traveler who prefers not to die in places like this."

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Elsewhere in the Devil Forest…

A different part of the Devil Forest was surrounded by monstrous abominations with twisted forms. The land itself shifted with every step as though it were a living entity.

Four figures moved swiftly through the gloom with bare visible silhouettes due to the strange mist.

At the forefront was a young man who exuded an aura of dominance and strength. His long black hair was tied loosely with some strands framing his chiseled jawline.

His silver eyes gleamed like twin moons, scanning the surroundings with calmness like everything was beneath him.

A massive greatsword was strapped to his back, wrapped in cloth but emanating an undeniable presence.

"Shen Mu," one of the women purred while flipping her kusarigama over her shoulder.

The chain rattled softly as she walked. "How much longer do we have to deal with these disgusting creatures?"

She was a stunning beauty with crimson robes that hugged her figure tightly. A high side-slit ran up her right leg, exposing smooth, toned thighs as she moved. Her red eyes held a dangerous glint, and her full lips were pursed as though she was frustrated.

"To think the esteemed Luo Mei would complain," another woman teased while effortlessly slicing through a grotesque demonic looking creature with dual short swords.

She was slimmer and clad in dark blue robes that flowed around as she moved. She had fox-like features which gave her a cunning and flirtatious air.

"Hmph," the third woman, wielding a staff-blade, spun it smoothly before impaling a monstrous beast through its gaping mouth.

Unlike the others, she was calm and collected with long silver hair tied in an intricate braid. Her pale violet robes were adorned with silver embroidery, giving her an almost mythical presence. "If you two spent less time flirting with Shen Mu, we'd have reached the location already."

Shen Mu deep voice sent shivers through the three women as he let out a light chuckle.

"We'll be there soon," he assured while reaching for his sword and swinging forward in its wrapped form.

The shockwave alone annihilated three nearby creatures.

The women watched in admiration as he effortlessly moved forward. His sword play seemed unparalleled.

As they advanced, the woman with the kusarigama, Luo Mei, wrapped her arms around Shen Mu's broad shoulders and pressed her soft massive mounds onto his arm.

"So tell me, handsome," she whispered. "The Pond of Dragon Tears can only be scooped up by three cultivators before it disappears. How do you plan to get any if others beat us there first?"

The playful glint in Shen Mu's eyes vanished, replaced by something cold and unforgiving.

"…I'll take it from someone else," he voiced with a tone devoid of emotion.

The other three exchanged glances with a knowing smirk appearing on their faces.

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Meanwhile Victor, Lady Li, and the mysterious cultivator were walking along the forest floor.

Victor had never been so glad to be on solid ground before in his life.

The man who had just saved them earlier, was now part of their group. His laid-back posture and easy-going demeanor differed a lot from the side had displayed moments before when dealing with the strange creatures from the blackened river.

"So," Lady Li glanced at him, "who are you exactly?"