Chapter Thirty-Eight: Victory Forged Through Grinding

  Will you predict the World Cup?

  At the moment when Lin Taiping was talking nonsense, the cow-headed people who were already used to this kind of hint took advantage of the moment when Blood Eye's eyes were slightly dazed and made a fierce rush.

  Thirty black stone pillars, weighing thousands of kilograms, with totem silver light flashing, swept across the sky with a fierce aura. In the falling leaves brought by the stone pillars, dark elves appeared like ghosts, their cruel green daggers waving in unison, as if they were the petals of man-eating flowers blooming in the darkness, covering an area of tens of meters around.

  "You fool, this is just a futile struggle!" Completely ignoring the threat right in front of him, his bloodshot eyes let out a shrill scream that pierced eardrums, allowing the dark elves' daggers to fall mercilessly and leave white shallow scars on the slippery octopus-like skin.

  Immediately afterwards, his jet-black body suddenly contracted and then jumped up high without warning, like a mountain crashing down, and the eight bloody tentacles were wildly swung, knocking away the nearby dark elves.

  With a loud crash, when it heavily fell on the battlefield, the air waves were like a raging sea tide, blasting all the Minotaurs around to fly out. Turu was furious and roared, trying to swing the Totem Pillar to strike again, but the eight octopus arms came from all sides, entwining him like pythons, with extreme ferocity.

  Turo, who was tightly wrapped around, let out an uncontrollable scream, and the dozens of suckers on his tentacles all activated at the same time, frantically sucking his fresh blood, to the point where his body began to shrink.

  Fortunately, in the next moment, Ye Ge appeared like a ghost, swinging his dagger to heavily stab the tentacle, taking advantage of the tentacle's painful retraction to pull Tu Lu with great force, and the two of them rolled and crawled with difficulty, barely escaping the mortal threat.

  After sucking in the fresh blood, the octopus sea monster transformed from Blood Eye became even more violent and frenzied, like a black war chariot crushing everything in its path. The eight arms' suckers all opened wide, revealing rows of sharp fangs, as if they wanted to drain every living being dry.

  Damn it! Back off! Back away!

  In the face of this terrifying momentum, even the Minotaur did not dare to rush forward recklessly. Tuluo could only roar in shock and anger, protecting Lin Taiping as he hastily retreated, trying to avoid those blood-sucking tentacles' attacks.

  The dark elves darted in the shadows, trying to inflict some damage on the massive octopus body, but such damage was negligible. The blood eye could crazily absorb blood from any living being it came into contact with to make up for the damage, and even become more terrifyingly powerful.

  "Damn it!" Ye Ge rolled and jumped to the side of Lin Taiping, "What kind of monster is this that can keep sucking blood? No matter how much damage we deal to it, it's basically... be careful!"

  No sooner had he finished speaking than a strong gust of wind blew from behind, and a terrifying killing aura suddenly enveloped him!

  Without even looking, Lin Taiping's body directly transformed into a skull. His left hand lightly grasped, and a gigantic white bone sword appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a pale green ghostly flame, which slashed down with the force of thunder.

  In the midst of clashing iron sounds, a gigantic white bone sword heavily collided with the jet-black octopus's tentacles!

  Under the tremendous impact, he involuntarily retreated several steps, but didn't even have time to catch his breath before Blood Eye roared again in pursuit. The blood-colored resentful gaze shot out from his single eye locked onto Lin Taiping's skeletal body: "Human? Undead? I'm starting to understand why Edward and the others failed."

  "Thanks for the compliment!" Lin Taiping leaned against a large tree, holding his bone sword upright. "Your strength is also beyond my expectations, but I'm curious, how do you plan to suck my blood, directly from my bones?"

  This joke isn't funny at all, the bloodshot eyes only changed color for a few seconds before bursting into hysterical laughter, and the massive octopus body swelled up again, with an extremely evil and crazy crushing force coming over.

  The ox-headed men's faces changed greatly, and they could only desperately rush forward to block the way. Even the weak Turo picked up the Totem stone pillar, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward fiercely. However, their attempts at blocking were completely futile. The giant body with bloodshot eyes was still accelerating, sending all obstacles flying horizontally.

  "Go die, pale face!" At this moment, looking at Lin Taiping who had no way to retreat, the bloodthirsty eyes finally revealed a satisfied sneer. "What about Skull War General? Even if I directly crush you, I can still crush you into pieces!"

  "Is that so?" Lin Taiping leaned against the big tree, standing still on the spot, watching the giant octopus's body rumble and charge, but suddenly let out a light sigh, making a very regretful expression. "Sorry, who said I'm just a Skull Warrior General?"

  Really? Really? Really?

  Before everyone could understand the meaning of this word, Lin Taiping had already raised his bony arm again. In his white skeletal palm, a dark green ghost fire suddenly burned, followed by a segment of eerie incantation.

  "Come forth, evil spirits that slumber beneath the earth! I invoke the will of Parlas, god of death, and summon you to fight for me!"

  In an instant, the pale green ghost fire in his palm suddenly exploded into several strands of green fire, falling on the six pirate corpses around him. In just a moment, those six pirate corpses that had been infused with the green fire trembled and stood up again, completely transformed into deathly pale skull soldiers.

  "No!" The bloodshot eyes' ferocious grin suddenly froze, how could this be? This pale-faced human was clearly weak and feeble, so why did he suddenly transform into a Bronze-tier Skeleton Warrior, and now has transformed again, becoming an even rarer and more powerful Skeleton Mage? How can such a bizarre thing happen in the world?

  "This is it, with your IQ, you might find it hard to understand." Lin Taiping looked at him sympathetically and made another strange gesture.

  It was as if they had heard their master's command, the six pirate corpses transformed into white skeleton soldiers with green pupils suddenly charged forward. The large octopus tentacles swept across, knocking two skeleton soldiers to the ground, but the remaining four skeleton soldiers managed to dodge and stumbled forward, charging towards Blood Eye and slashing down with their blood-colored curved knives.

  A sharp curved blade with a corroded black aura wrapped around it finally cut into the octopus's body, its bloodshot eyes furious as it let out a deafening screech. The eight tentacles of the octopus simultaneously exerted their strength and crushed the several skull soldiers into pieces: "You dare to challenge my power! A few fragile skulls, even if I couldn't suck their blood, I can still easily crush them!"

  "That's what I believe is your overwhelming advantage." Lin Taiping lightly tapped the ash off his cigarette, and a faint green flame reignited in the palm of his hand. "However, the question now is, who says there are only a few?"

  With a sudden, light sound, the pale green ghost fire that had risen into the air suddenly exploded without warning, spreading out to fill the entire battlefield and enveloping several hundred pirate corpses in its midst.

  "No!" The bloodshot eyes let out a sharp howl, instantly realizing something was terribly wrong, but it was already too late.

  In an instant, under the shroud of this eerie green ghost fire, all corpses within a hundred meters were transformed into undead spirits. Hundreds of skeletal soldiers stood up in unison, forming a dense and forest-like formation that filled the entire woods.

  The next moment, with Lin Taiping's gentle wave of his hand, these skull soldiers silently turned around, and dark green flames burst out from their black eye sockets. They tightly grasped the blood-colored curved knives they had carried in life, advancing in a uniform and emotionless manner, emitting eerie clattering sounds as they charged towards the enemy in waves.

  Without fear, without retreat, without any change, they surged forward one after another, swinging their curved knives and slashing down fiercely, leaving a trail of blood marks on the octopus's body. Although this damage seemed insignificant, when hundreds of skulls were added up, it was enough to make even the strongest existence fearful.

  "Damn it! Damn it!" The bloodshot eyes were furious, waving the octopus-like tentacles to sweep and strike, knocking down one skull after another, but what drove him to despair was that every fallen skull, as long as its bones weren't completely crushed, would reassemble and stand up again in an instant, fearlessly charging forward once more.

  What's even worse is that in this battle just now, at least hundreds of beasts and birds were killed by association, and now with Lin Taiping's call to action, these creatures who may not have been very powerful when they were alive are all transformed into undead skulls wrapped in black air, rushing up like a tide.

  A lone, skeletal rhinoceros with a single horn, spewing white mist as it charges forward, its sharp, long horn deeply embedded in the bloody eyeball; vultures and seagulls swooping down, their bony wings flapping wildly as they rapidly fly over the top of the bloody eyeball, their sharp talons leaving trails of splattered blood; even the weakest of skull mice scurrying up through the blurry wounds, tearing and ripping apart with abandon.

  At this moment, the pitch-black octopus body with bloodshot eyes had become the biggest obstacle. No matter how hard he struggled to swing his tentacles, even rolling and crushing on the ground without regard for his image, he still couldn't stop more skulls from surrounding him, tearing his flesh apart with extreme ferocity.

  So, Lin Taiping suddenly found that he seemed to have nothing to do. All he had to do was to leisurely light up a cigar and watch the countless skulls continuously charging forward, chopping, smashing, reorganizing, and then chopping again.

  "I won't accept it! I won't accept it!" He howled in despair, his eyes bloodshot. Originally, he should have been able to emerge completely victorious, even if he were facing an even stronger enemy, but that damned thing just had to die on him. The powerful Blood Sucking Technique was utterly useless against the skull, and the undead creature was simply his natural nemesis.

  "Hmm, why does every big villain have to say something like this?" Lin Taiping lazily shook off the cigarette ash, and with a completely nonchalant attitude, turned his head to look at the Cow-headed Man and Dark Elf who were already staring at him in shock.

  Behind him, the massive octopus's body was already covered with a dense layer of white skulls, and even its last scream was drowned out.

  "Alright, let's call it a day, guys. How about we head back and have some midnight snacks? What do you think of the oil fritters?"