The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1865 - 1861: Slightly Injured

"Feng Shan, you take the lead in the front, Liu Chong, you bring up the rear, and the rest of you surround the Elephant Demon in the middle and enter the passageway together," Jin Jian commanded.

The ones he pointed out were a Wild Boar Demon with green bristles and a White-scaled Poisonous Ruan Demon. As for the Great Mahayana Stage Elephant Demon that Shen Luo had transformed into, he didn’t even bother to ask for a name.

Feng Shan, who was burly with a ferocious face, glanced at Shen Luo, a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes.

Shen Luo was a bit speechless. What’s your problem? Why take it out on me?

Mr. Purple’s arrangement was merely to test the situation inside the spatial passage and didn’t truly require these True Immortal stage monster beasts to protect him.

Including Shen Luo, five monster beasts queued to walk into the white whirlpool.

After stepping in, Shen Luo was astonished to find the inside much larger than what was visible to the naked eye from the outside. It seemed like a spacious cave passage, illuminated by silver light, leading to another white whirlpool a few dozen feet away.

The passage was filled with extremely pure water-attribute spiritual power, along with a faint scent of blood. There were traces of the remains of several Great-Consummation Stage monsters from before.

Once everyone had entered the passage, Feng Shan immediately turned his head, glaring viciously at Shen Luo.

"You, go ahead," he instructed Shen Luo.

Shen Luo was prepared for this and didn’t mind, moving forward first.

The others stayed a bit behind him, not following immediately.

With his back to the True Immortal Great Demons, Shen Luo smirked slightly and carefully proceeded forward.

Walking in the spatial passage felt peculiar; it seemed like his feet weren’t on solid ground but rather something soft, akin to walking on a beach, with a sinking feeling.

The surrounding space appeared empty, but in reality, some regions showed overlapping space, with light marks bending. Without careful observation, it was hard to notice.

The demons following Shen Luo stepped exactly where he stepped, not daring to attempt any other area.

Soon, the group was halfway down the passage, each secretly surprised at the Elephant Demon’s incredible luck. Initially used as cannon fodder, he had walked half the route unscathed.

Shen Luo ignored the other demons, cautiously investigating the space ahead. Suddenly, he noticed an inconspicuous black light mark on the ground - a very thin spatial rift.

He stepped on it, but his foot didn’t truly touch the ground, instead silently treading through the void.

The demons behind him focused only on where he stepped, missing this detail. Feng Shan, following closely, stepped right onto the black rift.

In a flash, a scream erupted, like a swine being slaughtered. Feng Shan staggered back half a step, his raised right foot now missing half, blood dripping steadily.

The spatial rift cut unlike a blade or axe; the black light mark consumed half of Feng Shan’s foot before the rift, previously a sliver, expanded suddenly.

The other demons quickly rushed forward to support Feng Shan, preventing him from blundering further and causing more trouble.

Shen Luo took a malicious pleasure in this, turning back with a look of feigned ignorance:

"Feng Shan, what’s happened to you?"

The demons had no time for Shen Luo’s act, each with taut nerves scanning the surroundings, fearful of another rift appearing to swallow them.

"Shall I keep moving?" Shen Luo called out, seeing no one paying attention to him.

"You, don’t move!" Liu Chong shouted, alarmed.

Hearing this, Shen Luo had no choice but to stay put, pondering whether to eliminate these creatures right here.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

A group of True Immortal Demons perishing in the passageway while he, a Great Mahayana Stage monster, survives alone would be too suspicious. Yet, simply transforming one of them using the Seventy-two Changes and impersonating them might suffice. freēwēbnovel.com

However, this was a highly unstable spatial passage; a small mishap could bring dire consequences, endangering not only himself but also those stored in the Free and Easy Mirror.

After a moment, the True Immortal Great Demons steadied themselves, discussed briefly, and then allowed Shen Luo to continue.

Not delaying further, Shen Luo carefully avoided all spatial rifts, advancing step by step toward the white whirlpool.

Behind him, Feng Shan was already using god’s power to heal his severed foot, focusing intently.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from behind.

Shen Luo halted, turned, and saw Bai Chuan and Mr. Purple leading the rest of the Demon Alliance into the passage too.

His gaze shifted, spotting a black rift beside him. He leaned against it slightly, and immediately began to wail loudly.

"Ah..."

The group turned to Shen Luo at the sound of his cries.

He had already fallen to the ground, a ghastly blood mark visible on his back, bone-deep.

Shen Luo lay on the ground howling, body rolling back and forth, repeatedly nearing the black rift, making the Demon Alliance sweat in cold fear.

"Hey, stop squirming, you brat!" Having suffered enough, Feng Shan wanted to kill Shen Luo, shouting angrily.

Upon hearing the reprimand, Shen Luo’s body stiffened, ceasing his rolling, yet still trembling as if in unbearable pain.

It wasn’t surprising a Great Mahayana Stage monster had advanced further than other True Immortal stage monsters, but if he were unharmed while they were injured, it would be too suspicious.

Originally, if Bai Chuan and the others hadn’t entered, Shen Luo intended to act injured closer to the exit, but their unexpected arrival forced him into an early performance.

"Leader, why have you come in too?" Liu Chong asked, puzzled.

"Moments ago, the giant cocoon showed abnormal signs. We worried the passageway would become even more unstable if delayed," Bai Chuan explained.

"Didn’t expect you hadn’t made it out yet," Mr. Purple added.

"Feng Shan encountered some trouble earlier and got injured, causing a slight delay," Liu Chong said.

"Alright, let’s not dwell on it. Let’s hurry through," encouraged Mr. Purple.

"Leader, follow me. The Elephant Demon had good luck, and the path he took is safe," Liu Chong suggested.

With that, he led the way, the others following, none paying heed to Shen Luo’s welfare.

Soon, they reached Shen Luo’s side.

"Are you alright?" You Xiong Kun asked, frowning.

"Injured a bit, nothing serious..." Shen Luo struggled to stand, voice buzzing.

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