Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 484 - 468: Poison Injuries

The nine strikes of the Undying Knight were like a bucket of cold water poured over one’s head.

However, Zhou Leng was not resigned.

"Once I reach Great Innate, I’ll kill your horse first."

Back in the tent, a slight perception revealed that the bones in his right arm were broken inch by inch, and his internal organs were severely injured.

That Qi Force contained a peculiar Demon Power, rampaging wildly inside his body.

Fortunately, his body contained the power of a High-level Tree-man, which was not afraid of it, forming a tug-of-war between both sides.

Zhou Leng swallowed various pills, using his power to heal.

As he activated the Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique, over a thousand Star Phoenix Feathers flashed gently within his bone marrow.

A sound like the flapping of a phoenix’s wings was heard, as all the Demon Power was expelled.

With a spluttering sound, wisps of black smoke were expelled through his pores like fine needles, dissipating into the air.

Without the suppression of the Demon Power, all the injuries became normal wounds.

One second, two seconds... in twenty seconds, most of the injuries had healed.

However, the body was still damaged, so he continued to harness his power for healing.

After two full hours of channeling his power, his entire body was filled with strength, and Zhou Leng walked out of the tent.

Outside stood eight members of the hidden martial artists’ team. Seeing Zhou Leng come out, some forced smiles while others looked on with worry.

"How is it?" Zhi Liao asked.

"It’s fine."

"Hmm?"

"It’s fine."

"Fine?"

"Yes," Zhou Leng replied.

"Don’t try to be tough; many martial artists sustain internal injuries by acting strong, then regret it later."

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng in confusion; taking a hit from the Undying Knight should have left him severely injured if not dead, yet he seemed indifferent.

Zhou Leng took out a bottle of mineral water, poured it on his right hand, and then rotated his right hand, emitting True Qi.

A bright white water line appeared, spiraling upwards steadily and uniformly like a large water spring or coiled snake.

This was a method to check the stability of Qi Blood.

Everyone inspected carefully and felt at ease.

Zhi Liao shook his head and handed over a black plastic bag, saying, "Special healing medicine from above, save it for later."

Zhou Leng accepted it, millions’ worth of medicine, quite good.

"How’s the battle going?"

"After the Undying Knight took a stroll, a Demon Giant threw two Angels of Death. You can imagine, within a radius of several hundred meters, both demons and humans were all wiped out."

Others sighed softly.

"No one survived?"

"The Innate lasted a few more seconds, then their flesh fell off, and their bones broke. Then our army had to temporarily retreat, regurgitating everything they had taken in."

Zhou Leng asked, "Does the higher command have any methods to deal with the Undying Knight and Angels of Death?"

"If so, they would have used them already."

The Madman said, "Actually, there are, but the cost is high, or rather, it’s a hard battle."

"To deal with the Undying Knight requires grinding with Great Innate; ten won’t suffice, at least twenty. They’ve already started assembling elite Great Innates."

"As for dealing with the Angels of Death..." the Madman paused momentarily before continuing, "it’s even grimmer than facing the Undying Knight, drawing lots, charging in, and luring the Angel of Death to self-detonate. A one-for-one exchange is the best strategy. That’s how we’ve always managed so far."

"Is that the only way?"

"That’s the only way."

Zhou Leng stayed silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "I’ll go in once more tonight. Once the Undying Knight appears, I’ll run."

"Alright, even the Undying Knight couldn’t kill you in one move. Unless you seek death yourself, under Innate, no one can deal with you. If you encounter an ambush, remember to call for help; experts will surely come to your aid. We won’t follow you, normal rotation."

Zhou Leng returned to the tent to cultivate once more. As night fell, he entered Huqiu Fortress.

As soon as Zhou Leng appeared, the battle situation in that area was immediately reversed.

Two hours later, at the back of the demon team, a Demon Giant with a dark body, covered in shimmering protective spells, lifted a strange humanoid and hurled it towards Zhou Leng.

The humanoid creature traced an arc in the sky, falling towards where Zhou Leng stood.

Zhou Leng and his team looked up, their expressions changing dramatically.

The head of the humanoid being was encased in a huge glass shield, inside which floated a humanoid brain in green liquid.

Beneath the glass shield was a twisted human body.

Angel of Death.

"Run!"

Everyone fell into despair.

Zhou Leng turned to flee, fully activating the Mother Tree Leather Armor, Flowing Light Silver Armor, and Taiqing Sea Robe, then stopped the Star Gazing True Qi, and operated the Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique.

Having only run thirty meters, the Angel of Death exploded.

Boom!

A radiant multicolored green explosion instantly covered a radius of several hundred meters.

Not only humans but even demons were enshrouded.

Cries for help, curses, and wailing filled the mist-covered area.

Those at the edge, human or demon, dashed out of the mist, only to fall as they ran.

Some erupted in tumors all over, swelling and bursting open continually.

Some had their flesh melting off, sliding with a slithering sound.

Some smoked and steamed, with dense smoke rising, as their flesh dissipated.

Some bodies rapidly decayed...

Regardless if they were demon or human, they looked upon their comrades struggling in the poison mist with both hatred and fear.

Suddenly, a silhouette burst out of the poisonous mist, landing among a cluster of buildings, rapidly escaping the battlefield.

The person, emitting faint toxic smoke all over, had exposed skin sizzling as if doused with acid, some parts swollen with large pus-filled blisters, and others extensively decayed.

"It is the Demon Slayer Warrior."

"He seems to be alive..."

"As expected of him, huh..."

Zhou Leng didn’t dare to linger here. After using True Qi to dispel the poison and magical powers from his body, he ran straight to the outskirts of the camp, took out a pre-assembled simple tent from his space bag, said, "I am poisoned, stay away from me," and crawled inside to meditate and heal.

The nearby guards were frightened, reporting the situation while warning those around them, watching from afar.

They didn’t see the newcomer’s face, because both his face and other parts were covered with various poison and magical injuries.

Soon after, people started coming over, asking what was going on.

"This person seems to have been poisoned by the Angel of Death."

"What? And still made it back?"

"Probably just got a bit of poison from the edge of the blast; otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it back."

"Right."

"As long as he can survive until reaching the battlefield hospital, the Martial Arts Hua Tuo should be able to save him."

"Is Martial Arts Hua Tuo that good?"

"Extremely good. One of my senior brothers was told he wouldn’t live past a month, but after Hua Tuo came, he was lively again in less than five days."

"But recently, Martial Arts Hua Tuo hasn’t been seen."

"Healing damages the body, so naturally, he can’t always be around."

"Let’s see how fortunate this person is."

The crowd talked in hushed tones.

A whole hour later, Zhou Leng emerged from the tent, glanced around, tossed the tent aside, and said, "Get a Demon Spirit Master to handle this; there’s some remaining poison inside."

The crowd looked at Zhou Leng. He wore a black hood, and the exposed skin had a white steel sheen with no signs of injury.

"Esteemed senior, what about the deadly poison on you?"

"I just got a little poisoned and have already expelled it."

"According to standard regulations, those poisoned or under magical influence should undergo examination."

"Then I’ll wait here for the Demon Spirit Master."

"Please wait a moment."

Soon, a young Demon Spirit Master at the Qi Blood Realm came, holding a Demon Spirit Artifact to examine.

"Senior, you’ve passed the examination and may enter the camp."

Zhou Leng walked into the camp.

The Demon Spirit Master stood in place, watching Zhou Leng’s back.

"Is it true?" A martial artist cautiously peeked over, looking at the Demon Spirit Artifact in the master’s hand.

"It’s true," said the Demon Spirit Master.

"Why are you in a daze then?"

"The energy density in this person’s body... is higher than that of the Angel of Death’s poison."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Just what it sounds like. Moreover, his resistance to spells is exceptionally strong. It’s unclear whether it was originally like this or increased through resisting the deadly poison."

"No wonder he’s an Innate senior, impressive."

"He’s also masked; he might be the Quiver Bearer."

"Can’t say for sure..."

Zhou Leng returned to his tent and once again engaged in martial arts perception.

"Strange, it’s understandable that the poison and spells were dispelled, but why does my martial arts perception suggest my body has slightly changed, somewhat enhanced, yet a bit uncertain."

He recalled the previous process in his mind.

There wasn’t anything particularly special.

Just using the Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique, life-type medicinal fruits, and antitoxic medicine, nothing else...

Suddenly thought of, at the critical moment of expelling poison, the Mother Tree Leather Armor actively injected pure life power, which hadn’t happened before.

Previously, the Mother Tree Leather Armor only naturally dispersed the Power of Life.

"The Tree-men always had strong poison resistance; most poisons are ineffective against them. Perhaps it has something to do with the Mother Tree Leather Armor..."

Zhou Leng was also worried about any residual poison leaving aftereffects, so he stayed in the tent to cultivate and observe his body obediently.

The deadly poison indeed vanished, but the body was too damaged and still needed recovery.

The next day, nothing happened.

Feeling cheerful, Zhou Leng went back to the battlefield.

After fighting for an hour, he received a warning: the Undying Knight had arrived.

Zhou Leng immediately fled, weaving through the fortress, constantly changing his appearance, unpredictably attacking demons.

Having lost Zhou Leng’s trail, the Undying Knight left.

Accustomed to the exhilarating direct battles with Innate demons, the haphazard slaughter was too inefficient, so Zhou Leng soon ran back.

Soon, the Undying Knight appeared again, and Zhou Leng fled once more.

When the Undying Knight left, Zhou Leng continued to fight with the Innate team.

Suddenly, three Angels of Death were thrown over.

This time, Zhou Leng was prepared. Just as he was about to run, he caught sight of the horrified faces of many martial artists out of the corner of his eye, steeled himself, quickly drew three fine steel spears, and hurled them at the three Angels of Death.

After throwing them, he turned and ran.

He did his best.

Boom!

The three Angels of Death detonated mid-air, covering a large number of demons and eliciting wails of agony.

Zhou Leng was still enveloped by the deadly poison, as before, sprinted to the camp’s exterior, skillfully set up the tent, and crawled inside to heal.

His entire body was ripped apart, the left arm sizzled with white smoke, the right arm slightly melted, his face was full of pits, his back had large cracks, and there was a round hole in his chest, through which his pounding heartbeat could be seen...

He was covered by the deadly poison, mixed with spells, curses, and various powers.

Yesterday, Zhou Leng was panicked, thinking he was doomed by the poison.

This time, he discovered the deadly poison seemed slightly weaker than yesterday, and having experience, he knew he wouldn’t die, so he carefully engaged in martial arts perception.

To see what power was helping him grow stronger.