Chapter 668
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Chapter 668: The Mercenary Team!
Su Yi glanced at Su Xiaoshuai with amusement before shutting his eyes and continuing his deep breaths.
As night descended, everything carried on as usual.
Within the mysterious space, the Green Emperor wailed in agony as large portions of its flesh were ruthlessly carved from its body.
It wanted to resist but was far too weak to put up a fight. Barely clinging to life, it was forced to endure the torment of Su Yi slicing meat from its form.
To add to its misery, Su Yi meticulously gathered every drop of its blood as he carved its flesh.
The once-mighty beings of the Demonic Emperor Realm, the formidable ones from the Crying Snake clan, were now powerless—reduced to mere captives. Their fate was even worse than that of domesticated livestock. If other powerful entities witnessed this, they would surely be left in shock.
“Let’s have grilled meat today for a change of taste.”
After two consecutive days of consuming snake soup, Su Yi grew weary of it. Though snake meat wasn’t ideal for grilling, it was still an option. With thorough cleaning and the use of medicinal herbs to eliminate the gamey scent, the rich aroma of roasted meat quickly filled the air.
“It smells so good…” Su Xiaoshuai couldn’t hold back his drool, eagerly anticipating the meal.
The Dark Golden Demon Falcon and the Wolf-headed Demon Bat also salivated at the enticing scent.
Finally, they all dug into the feast hungrily.
The Green Emperor looked utterly dejected. Seeing its flesh being savored in various forms, it couldn’t help but drool despite itself.
“Sigh…”
Ling Qianxue let out a sigh, feeling sympathy for the Green Emperor. Few beings from the Demonic Emperor Realm had ever suffered such humiliation.
The next day, as Su Yi ended his meditation, he noticed that Wolfbat, the Dark Golden Demon Falcon, and Su Tianque were still deep in meditation. Their fluctuating energy indicated they were on the verge of a breakthrough.
“You, kid… just finish me off!”
The Green Emperor stared at Su Yi in despair. Once a mighty being of the Demonic Emperor Realm, it now only wished for death, finding that preferable to this unending suffering.
“The flesh of a Demonic Emperor is priceless. Don’t you dare die on me—I still need a few more meals,” Su Yi remarked before vanishing from the space.
The Green Emperor’s eyes dimmed with hopelessness. It cursed its fate for crossing paths with this monstrous human.
Wolfbat and the Dark Golden Demon Falcon continued showing signs of advancement, and Su Yi refrained from disturbing them.
As a powerful entity, the Green Emperor’s flesh contained vast reserves of energy, offering immense benefits to Wolfbat and the Dark Golden Demon Falcon. Over the past few days of consuming snake soup and roasted meat, both creatures had undergone significant improvements.
Even Su Yi himself had gained considerable benefits, his strength growing in leaps and bounds.
The endless expanse of the forest stretched with rolling hills.
For the past two days, Su Yi had cautiously remained on the outskirts of the Forest of Demons, avoiding its treacherous depths. Though the longer route meant a slower journey, it was a safer alternative to recklessness.
With the Wolf-headed Demon Bat no longer available for transportation, Su Yi had no choice but to traverse the vast forest on foot, significantly slowing his progress.
Fortunately, with his current speed, he wasn’t too slow. Moreover, his powerful aura was enough to deter weaker demon beasts from approaching.
However, the Forest of Demons teemed with adventuring teams and mercenary groups. Not wanting unnecessary conflict, Su Yi took care to evade them whenever possible.
Yet, avoidance wasn’t always an option, and this time, he had encountered one such group.
A small mercenary team of thirty men stood before him, each radiating a menacing aura. Armed to the teeth, they bustled about confidently, appearing to have just completed a successful mission.
“Hey, look at this young kid wandering in these parts. Is he alone?”
The mercenaries examined Su Yi with curious expressions.
“He doesn’t seem to be carrying anything valuable. Besides, he’s not a young lady, so there’s no fun in messing with him. Let’s move on.”
One of them laughed boisterously. In the Forest of Demons, robbery was a common occurrence. However, Su Yi’s age made it unlikely that he had anything of worth, so most of them dismissed him outright.
“Wait, boss. This kid isn’t ordinary. Wandering alone here… he might be a disciple from one of those elite sects who got separated from his group. He could have some valuable treasures.”
A stocky man studied Su Yi intently. There was something unique about the young man’s bearing. He could very well be an elite disciple undergoing an independent trial after being separated from his powerful elders.
“Swish, swish…”
Upon hearing this, numerous pairs of eyes fixated on Su Yi. It wasn’t unusual for elite sect disciples to venture into the Forest of Demons with their formidable masters for training.
Typically, no one dared to provoke these disciples when they were accompanied.
But an isolated elite disciple was a different story.
These disciples often carried valuable rewards from their training. Some possessed rare treasures—an irresistible lure for mercenaries prowling the Forest of Demons.
As Su Yi scanned his surroundings, he counted around thirty mercenaries. Most were at the Yuan Xuan Realm, while three appeared to be at the Yuan Spirit Realm. The strongest among them seemed to be at the sixth or seventh level of the Yuan Spirit Realm.
“Get lost, or you’ll regret it!”
Su Yi saw the greedy gleam in their eyes and knew they had marked him as prey.
He wasn’t looking for trouble—but trouble had found him.
“Hah! This brat sure is arrogant!”
“Must be some privileged disciple who doesn’t know the ways of the world. Time for a lesson!”
The mercenaries paused momentarily at Su Yi’s defiant stance before erupting into laughter. Every day, they walked the fine line between life and death, so they hardly saw Su Yi, a mere youth, as a threat. Even if he hailed from a prestigious sect—what could a kid like him do?
“Let’s see what this so-called elite disciple can do!”
A towering brute with a fierce glare stepped forward. He brandished a massive axe stained with blood. The oppressive aura of the ninth level of the Yuan Xuan Realm surged around him as he swung his weapon directly at Su Yi.
His attack was neither flashy nor complex—it was a refined strike forged through years of battlefield experience.
“You’re courting death!”
A cold glint flickered in Su Yi’s eyes. He had no personal grudge against this mercenary band, but this brute showed no restraint. Had it been someone else in his place, they might have been killed instantly. Thoughts of Fatty Wang and Su Wan’er surfaced in Su Yi’s mind—what if they had encountered such people? The idea fueled his fury.
“Swish!”
The blade came crashing down, aiming to cleave Su Yi in two.
The mercenaries expected to see blood splatter. Instead, their eyes widened in disbelief as Su Yi’s figure flickered and vanished.
“Watch out!”
The leader’s face changed drastically as he shouted, sensing something was wrong.
But it was too late. Su Yi reappeared beside the brute mid-attack. With his left hand, he delivered a forceful punch while simultaneously gripping the axe handle with his right.
