Martial Peak

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One day, Yang Kai came to a canyon and stopped, stared at the scene in front of him, and frowned.

This canyon was only about eight or nine metres across but both of its sides were as high as mountains. It was as if someone had used an incredible Divine Ability to split a mountain in half.

Yang Kai hesitated for a long time while standing in place before deciding to make his way through this canyon.

Although the canyon felt a bit ominous, if he wanted to make a detour, Yang Kai would have to waste at least a few days of time. Since he didn’t want to spend the time to go around it, he could only proceed through it. Of course, he was confident in his ability to deal with any dangers that appeared. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have entered such a place to begin with.

In the Flowing Flame Sand Field, where flying was impossible, this kind of terrain was ideal for setting up an ambush. As long as one could block one of the two entrances to the canyon, even if the other party had great skill, they would still find themselves at a huge disadvantage.

However, the cultivators who entered the Flowing Flame Sand Field had all come here to seek out benefits, so although murder and plunder happened often, who would do something as passive as set up a trap in such a location?

Yang Kai estimated that no one other than himself had come this way, so he boldly entered the valley.

This canyon was very long. Looking towards the opposite side, Yang Kai could tell it was at least a dozen kilometres in length. It was truly a strange landscape in the Flowing Flame Sand Field.

For the first few kilometres, nothing seemed amiss, but after walking for a while, a number of bright flares flew out from an underground crack. These flares gave off astonishing energy fluctuations and all leapt towards Yang Kai the moment they appeared, transforming into Fire Spirit Beasts of various shapes as they bared their vicious fangs.

Yang Kai’s expression remained indifferent as he condensed a Demonic Flame sword in his hand. His purple shield also gave off a purple halo of light and floated behind his back, blocking the Fire Spirit Beasts who were leaping at him from that direction. Not paying any attention to his rear, Yang Kai confidently rushed towards the Fire Spirit Beasts in front of him and chopped down with his sword.

Yang Kai had anticipated this situation, which was why he had been hesitating about whether to enter this canyon before.

He did not expect anyone to be lying in ambush here, but the existence of Fire Spirit Beasts was basically guaranteed. Yang Kai couldn’t get out of this canyon without killing all of these Fire Spirit Beasts.

Numerous thuds and clangs echoed from the purple shield behind Yang Kai as it blocked the movement and attacks of the Fire Shield Beasts. At the same time, the Demonic Flame sword in Yang Kai’s hand pierced through the eye of a lion-like Fire Spirit Beast. Erupting violently, Demonic Flame poured into this Fire Spirit Beast’s body, immediately dying its red hue pitch black. This black colour rapidly spread throughout the entire beast’s body, seemingly consuming the red colour, a strange sight to behold.

Yang Kai could instantly kill a Seventh-Order Fire Spirit Beast with a single all-out attack, but seeing how there were many Fire Spirit Beasts here, he didn’t want to go all out with every strike. Instead, he used the properties of his Demonic Flame to burn these phantom creatures little by little.

Yang Kai drew his Demonic Flame sword from the lion’s head and then completely disregarded whether it lived or died, chopping towards another Fire Spirit Beast nearby without so much as a pause.

Fire Spirit Beast, spreading out not only to the rest of its body, but

only eight or nine metres across, this canyon limited the number of Fire Spirit Beast which could attack Yang Kai at once to at

cold was not something that these Seventh-Order or even Eighth-Order Fire Spirit Beasts could resist. Fire Spirit

capacity to retrieve these valuable

hundreds at least, but that did not prevent them from falling one

back in the strange mountain valley. Each one of them had a Fire Crystal Stone in its body, so the effort

passed, the Fire Spirit Beasts, which were so numerous they could not be seen through, gradually decreased, allowing Yang Kai to push forward almost an

his sword, and Yang Kai took another step forward, waving his arm to block the attack of another Fire Spirit Beast

countless times and was naturally

forward, he actually encountered something astonishing? An inexplicable pressure suddenly struck him from all directions, causing Yang Kai to feel like the space around his body

to advance another millimetre more. Even the Demonic Flame

Kai paled and as he stared in shock, the Fire Spirit Beast that was approaching bit towards his neck. A great bestial roar rang out as a flaming aura

poison penetrated into his body caused him to feel as if his

attacked, opening its mouth wide and

time, so he hurriedly pushed his Saint Qi to force his body out of this solidified space, causing Demonic

*Hong Hong Hong…*

and after a burst of black flame, the Fire Spirit Beasts who were close to

disappeared, Yang Kai’s incomparably distressed figure appeared. At this moment, his face was extremely ugly, his clothes were torn and ragged, his neck, face, arms, and torso were covered in scars and bite marks made by Fire Spirit Beasts. Among those scars, little

Qi, all of this fire poison was quickly ejected from his injuries and the powerful restorative power of his Golden Blood soon began closing his

of his eyes, his expression becoming more and more

life. If he hadn’t broken

retreating one step, everything

of him was so strange though as he had

once filled the canyon had been swept away cleanly by him, allowing Yang Kai to harvest four

than the vast majority of major forces who had stayed in the first

many Fire Spirit Beasts in the first layer Flame Area, and they weren’t very high order to begin with, so the value of their

Divine Sense to examine his surroundings, and

as his posture sank. It was as if a great mountain was pressing down on him, one which he was unable