Chapter 117: Never Lacking a "Seat"_2
The Thunder Crossing Tai Peng was no longer able to release its mythical aura and tried to block with its sturdy wings.
But after these days of battling, Wu Hen had fully understood the texture of Golden Feather. The seemingly aggressive and domineering sword strike was actually delicate like a flowing stream along the weaker parts of the Golden Feather. The motion was seamless, the sword strike flowing like water, as if only a cold sharp edge had swept past!
"Swish!!"
The Golden Wings were cut off, the blade passing through the neck of the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, deeply embedding itself into its flesh!
No blood spurted out anymore; instead, a large amount of high-temperature gas gushed from its body, seeping out like tongues of fire.
"Eeeee~~~~~"
The Thunder Crossing Tai Peng let out a mournful cry, ultimately succumbing to this relentless and cruel human, dying a tragic death under Wu Hen's sword.
Its massive golden body fell straight down, crashing heavily into the fiery mountain basin...
Wu Hen descended with his sword from high in the air, landing before the corpse of the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng.
A wisp of extremely powerful soul breath floated up, as if even in death and transformed into a ghost, this mythical species could still fight hundreds of rounds.
However, Little Yi was no herbivore either; the Devouring Witch Dragon it transformed into could instantly disable any powerful entity it bit, bringing it back for a taste.
"Chomp~ Chomp~ Chomp~"
Little Yi hadn't tasted this kind of mythical creature in a long, long time. Golden Peng roast bird, extremely fragrant!
Wu Hen wasn't greedy. The Ancient Clan people were a collective. Little Yi could consume the soul breath as it pleased, but the meat had to be carried back for everyone to enjoy. After all, the one who truly severely injured the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng was not him; he merely did the final work.
Hoisting the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, Wu Hen, like an untiring warrior of the Ancient Clan, began to traverse mountains and ridges once again.
Unfortunately, the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng's blood was already drained.
Otherwise, its essence blood could have nourished his Holy Infant. During this prolonged slaughter, his physique had continually absorbed such essence blood aura, so it wasn't entirely wasted, and the Holy Infant grew even larger.
"If the Holy Infant grew into a Holy Child, just the Totem Holy Power would be in the Heavenly Brilliance Realm!" Wu Hen couldn't help but long for it.
Now, it seemed he also had his own Evolution Chain Gate; the Totem Bloodline had become pure, and the path to advancement was no longer closed, entirely open to him...
But it was a pity he hadn't mastered any Totem Sacred Sect's Holy Decision, essentially relying on the brute strength of Holy Breath in battle, otherwise his strength could have reached another big level.
"How did the Purple Robed Master's Holy Breath Storm work?"
"And how did he summon the Earth Crust Sword??"
"Senior Sister could even control the Holy Breath, conjuring dozens of swords..."
With no one to teach him, Wu Hen couldn't perform anything, equivalent to a person of very high level with no skills, only able to use basic attacks.
"It's okay, it's okay, with a solid foundation, learning those skills won't be hard; by then, I will become the Sword God of Ten Miles Slope!"
...
Wu Hen hurried on his way, while Little Yi was savoring the golden delicacy.
Each bite it took sent ripples of substance emanating from its body.
Like very delicate little seeds, they actually contained immense vitality, although previously unwatered and without nutrients.
As Little Yi continued devouring, the surrounding material seed increased. They not only revived the spirit of the half Ancient Sword but also began gradually repairing the damaged parts...
Seeing Little Yi's significant changes, Wu Hen was overjoyed.
These mythical species were really to Little Yi's taste. Though it resulted in only slight changes, for the true Black Divine Death Sword, more such tributes were needed. Wu Hen was still very happy, seeing hope for Little Yi to restore its former glory!
"Little Yi, soon I will be able to hunt alone, then we will feast on mythical meat and drink Jadescent Nectar every meal!"
Little Yi was already twisting its black void tail, indicating its belief that Wu Hen would bring it to a life of luxury.
"By the way, didn't you always inherit some of the abilities from the creatures you devoured? Did you absorb the Thunder Crossing Aura?" Wu Hen asked.
The previous divine miracle attributes of Little Yi were all lost, including the extremely domineering Black Void Divine Domain, and Thunderbolt Divine Bud.
It could no longer transform into various things like it used to; whatever weapon it devoured, it could morph into it.
It wasn't that its abilities disappeared, but it had degenerated, needing significant repair to regain those powers.
"Whoosh~"
Little Yi knew what Wu Hen was worried about, so it immediately flew up, circling around Wu Hen once.
Around the broken sword, golden ripples emerged, carrying a very turbulent thunder fire aura, followed by a stream of splendid golden thunder forming dazzling lightning, blossoming around Wu Hen!
Simultaneously, Little Yi's black, fractured Ancient Sword body lit up with strands of Thunder Transition Factor. Though not yet reaching the level of the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, it clearly acquired this immensely strong Thunder Transition Material!
Seeing this scene, Wu Hen was thrilled.
This material, comparable to heavenly tribulation, had been absorbed by Little Yi, becoming part of its sword spirit!
After losing the Black Divine Material, Little Yi was just a sharp ancient sword, lacking any mystical breath and divine power, but now, with the Thunder Transition Material, it had transformed, nearing the status of a mythical sword!