Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239

"Looks like to unravel this mystery, I have to first find that blood-red giant!" Zhang Xiaohao thought coldly.

Right then, he crossed his legs and sat down on the ground.

Everything around that was frozen along with the battle ended, returned to dust, and all vanished without a trace.

In the sky, lightning as thick as a baby’s arm crashed down one after another, illuminating half the sky.

Heavy rain, the size of beans, continuously poured down from the sky.

Yet, as the torrential rain was about to hit Zhang Xiaohao, it was moved away by a powerful force, leaving not even his clothes wet!

With a flip of his palm, Zhang Xiaohao took out some elixirs to restore True Qi from the Shennong Ring and swallowed them.

He also swallowed five top-grade spirit stones; it wasn’t due to a self-destructive tendency, originally in his hand were plenty of elixirs and more, but they were handed over to Huan You’er to exponentially boost her strength in the shortest time, nearly depleting all his resources.

Even the martial techniques and cultivation skills he obtained from various sects, he handed over to Huan You’er.

With Huan You’er’s capability, she can handle this well.

Running the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, Zhang Xiaohao no longer delayed and frantically refined this powerful spiritual energy within his body. Latest content publıshed on novel★fire.net

If it were someone else daring to swallow top-grade spirit stones, even if it were ordinary low-grade ones, just one would make them explode to death instantly!

Only Zhang Xiaohao, possessing the War God body and practicing the Netherworld Demon Body, a terrifying body refinement divine skill passed down from ancient times, had no risk to his life!

Even so, every time Zhang Xiaohao swallowed a spirit stone, he had to endure immense pain!

As the Shennong Battle Sky Technique operated fiercely, the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy rushed towards him.

Within a few breaths, the dense spiritual energy enveloped Zhang Xiaohao into a giant cocoon of spiritual energy. Massive amounts of nature’s spiritual energy were absorbed and refined by him, converted into the purest Shennong True Qi, and immersed within his body’s meridians.

In cultivation, there’s no concept of time; two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes, two rays of light shot out, crashing into the ground three meters away, creating a giant crack.

"Huuu!" Zhang Xiaohao let out a long breath of turbid air and stood up.

After two hours of recovery, the depleted Shennong True Qi within him finally recovered.

Looking at the still-whistling gale and pouring rain in the sky, the surroundings remained pitch-black, not a hand could be seen.

Zhang Xiaohao turned around, using his tremendous soul power to scan the area, encompassing everything within six miles in his scope of observation, even a bird flying by couldn’t escape his scrutiny.

Zhang Xiaohao nodded with satisfaction, retracting his soul power.

"Not bad! At least I didn’t waste my efforts cleaning up these masked men." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

With a tap underfoot, Zhang Xiaohao, utilizing the Twelve Heavenly Steps, darted like a ghost towards a direction.

Zhang Xiaohao stopped behind Bai Xue Company, hands behind his back, walking forward coldly.

Within sight, over a hundred golden armor soldiers, each holding a golden long spear, surrounded a masked man coldly.

Countless golden long spears all aimed at the masked man.

Though these golden armor soldiers stood motionless, holding golden long spears, an overwhelming evil qi, as if a mountain, was pressing on the masked man.

Looking closely, one would see the masked man’s body twitching violently, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground.

Gripping a sharp longsword in his hands, he was on high guard against the golden armor soldiers.

Like a headless fly, he turned fearfully back and forth.

Were it not for the threat of death forcing him to hold on, the masked man would have wet himself by now.

If not for Zhang Xiaohao ordering through soul power to leave one alive, these golden armor soldiers would have slaughtered him long ago.

Even so, the remaining masked man was on the verge of wetting himself.

"Who, who on earth are you people?" the masked man said in fear.

As he spoke, he continued to hold the longsword in high guard against those golden armor soldiers.

He had already witnessed the strength of the golden armor soldiers in the fight!

Impenetrable by blades and unscathed by fire or water, unstoppable force!

Though they didn’t know any martial techniques or cultivation skills, their strength was overwhelmingly powerful, possessing a divine power of at least a thousand pounds, every strike with the golden spear brought a terrifying force, getting hit would guarantee death!

The ground was littered with over a hundred masked bodies, the best testament.

None of the corpses were intact, from head to chest and more, each fragment shattered by sheer force.

The golden armor soldiers continued to stand coldly and rigidly, holding golden spears, with murderous intent fixed on this last masked man.

Despite preparing himself mentally, the masked man was still struck by fear seeing this scene for real.

The masked man swallowed hard, exposing all the fear in his eyes.

This group of people, no! They’re not people at all! They’re machines! No, not machines either, damn it, I don’t know what they are! Ghosts!

"What do you want? Kill me or whatever, just bring it on, if I flinch, I’m not a man!" The masked man finally couldn’t bear the torment of fear, roaring in anger.

Attempting to alleviate the fear within him through this.

Splash splash splash...

Suddenly, the golden armor soldiers parted, making a two-meter-wide path.

"Here it comes! It’s finally here!!!" Seeing the actions of the golden armor soldiers, the masked man thought excitedly, no longer needing to endure this inhuman torture.

Zhang Xiaohao, under the escort of golden armor soldiers, walked over and stopped, coldly staring at the masked man from three meters away.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Zhang Xiaohao asked indifferently.

"I, I don’t know! Kill then, I won’t flinch!" the masked man replied.

"Kill you? That’d be too easy for you!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

With a flick of his index finger, a drop of blood shot out from between his fingers, his hands formed a seal, and he quietly voiced, "Soul Searching Technique!"