Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 284 - 147: Though I Wiped Out My Foes With One Strike, I’m Still Not Strong Enough

Because they are demons, without exception, they are almost all very strong.

But also because they are demons, in front of Fan Wubing, they seem very weak.

Thus, the Queyu Mountain God witnessed what it means to slice through them like cutting vegetables.

Along the way, none of the demons encountered could last more than a single round in Fan Wubing's hands.

Fan Wubing's combat methods were also straightforward. He wielded the Moon-Pointing Longsword, advanced with a Dragon Walk, and then used the Sword Intent of the Peach Blossom's Surprising Thunder to unleash Sword Qi. The Moon-Pointing Longsword was part of his body; its power was directly linked to his life value, and casually slashing out a sword dealt nearly a billion damage.

This damage also carried the Surprising Thunder Sword Intent of the Flying Sword Peach Blossom. And Peach Blossom's attack was also directly linked to his life value. The Surprising Thunder Sword Intent was a thunder technique, further enhancing damage against evil spirits.

Not to mention there's "Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill" for level suppression.

Fan Wubing was also very cautious, summoning wind and rain along the way, using Divine Power Suppressing Soul, and stacking the "Burning Heart" passive.

With that sword strike, even Fan Wubing himself didn't know how high the damage was.

Before the sword even reached them, the demons began reminiscing about their tumultuous and rugged lives... wondering what sins they committed to encounter such a destructive force.

Fan Wubing made no pretense. After slaying the demons, he feasted on them right in front of the Queyu Mountain God.

In a place like this, with a horde of evil spirits, what is there to worry about?

The Blood Bar rose steadily...

The Queyu Mountain God, from initial shock, gradually became numb. Because all he needed to do was stand beside Fan Wubing and watch him unleash one sword strike after another. The anticipated hardships and battles with the demons never materialized.

The Queyu Mountain God finally felt a sense of pride.

For three hundred years, he had lost incense offerings, and as a dignified Mountain God, he had fallen to the lowest level in Queyu Mountain, enduring various humiliations. He only dared to appear during the day, hiding at night, and even when his Mountain God Temple was taken over, he dared not say a word.

Unlike tonight,

In his eyes, Fan Wubing's sword strikes reduced everything in front of him to ashes.

For those unaware, it seemed as if he was clearing thorns and weeds along a path with his sword.

As a result, the Queyu Mountain God developed the illusion that the demons here were actually as weak as clay figurines. He mustered the courage to challenge a demon cultivator, only to be heavily beaten, and then that demon cultivator's soul was shattered merely by Fan Wubing's Divine Power Suppressing Soul, without even a sword.

The Queyu Mountain God realized his capability and wisely followed beside, cheering him on.

"Special Envoy is really strong!" "Special Envoy is so fierce!" "Special Envoy is truly an invincible divine being!"... Such praises were endless.

Fan Wubing found this little god quite amusing. After slaying a demon, he would allocate some, transforming it into the divine light of incense to reward him.

They plowed through effortlessly.

When they reached the depths of Queyu Mountain, Fan Wubing's Blood Bar had reached [1.57 billion]. This was the strength of the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation. By the standards of an average person's blood and energy, it would have to be doubled.

However,

"Too slow, too slow!"

"Special Envoy, what's too slow?"

Fan Wubing, wielding the Moon-Pointing Longsword, said, "I'm still not strong enough, killing them is too slow."

The Mountain God twitched his mouth. The old man received a fair amount of divine light from incense offerings, looking much younger, "This is still slow? One sword, one demon, they don't even struggle."

"Even if the damage is high, it's still single-target attacks. Fighting like this is tiring. There's no area damage."

Fan Wubing's only area divine technique was the "Dragon Thousand Body" of the Azure Profound Thousand Transformations Skill, creating a clone to detonate.

But this was limited by divine soul strength. Even though his divine soul strength had increased somewhat over the past year, he could still only create two clones at most. It was really inadequate.

He lamented, "If only I had Sunfire."

"Sunfire? What is that?" the Mountain God asked.

Fan Wubing was lost in thought, "That's something good. Unfortunately, I don't have it."

A single burn covers a large area, who wouldn't love it?

However, over the years, he had been searching everywhere for a similar divine technique, but had not seen even a shadow of it. He feared he would have to rely on his senior sister. When he met her, he would demand all the divine techniques she had that he could use.

Fan Wubing was not afraid of his senior sister refusing, only that she would not stop giving them.

Yet, all prerequisites were based on meeting his senior sister.

One human and one god continued forward, cutting through obstacles.

Climbing a high hill, the two looked forward to see a sleeping city lying quietly in the valley ahead.

"This city is sick," the Mountain God said.

Fan Wubing nodded, "Yes."

Previously wondering what the "sickness" of Sickness City was, now with just a glance, it became clear what the "sickness" was. This feeling unique to this place might be something never encountered again once they left.

Sickness City was like a massive giant lying on the ground. And this giant, all over its body, was diseased, from head to toe, inside and out, with no part being healthy. Countless flies, maggots, and Carrion Beasts were gnawing at this giant. Yet the giant seemed to possess the ability to constantly grow new flesh, continuously providing for the maggots to devour.

The maggots, once full, left behind all kinds of ailments.

Such was Sickness City.

At this moment, as if celebrating the two's hard-fought journey reaching its end, the night receded, and the sun rose in the junction between the distant sky and mountains, pouring down strands of brilliant molten gold. The greenish-yellow city walls of Sickness City, once dyed by the sun's molten gold, looked like a giant clad in golden armor.