The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Heart Extraction

Translator: 549690339

Fang Lin was not faring any better, his back was hammered by the human-faced eight-armed monkey, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. The force of the blow almost shattered his spine.

Even then, Fang Lin felt his internal organs searing with pain, which seemed to suggest he might have sustained internal injuries.

The trio were fighting together, but couldn’t gain any advantage at all. On the contrary, they were continuously suppressed by the human-faced eight-armed monkey, revealing how terrifying this creature’s strength was.

Especially the eerie human face growing from the chest of the human-faced eight-armed monkey. Every critical moment, it would surreptitiously open its eyes. Anyone in the trio who caught its gaze would fall into momentary confusion.

Although it only lasted a moment, it was preposterously dangerous. Fang Lin was almost ensnared by this demon earlier.

In the trio, if anyone was tricked by that eerie face, the other two must wake him immediately. Hence, battling with the human-faced eight-armed monkey became even more difficult.

“Do you two have any last resorts left? Stop holding anything back, if not, we’ll be torn apart by this human-faced eight-armed monkey.” Fang Lin shouted at Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun.

Both of their faces showed hints of hesitation. Fang Lin was right, both of them had some last-resort techniques they hadn’t used yet, always holding back.

However, those techniques couldn’t be used unless their lives depended on it, using them would be equivalent to completely exposing their hidden strengths.

Fang Lin saw their hesitation and grew frustrated, but he didn’t make any further reproaches. Despite their precarious situation, the trio was still barely hanging on. Perhaps, in the eyes of Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun, the time to use those techniques hadn’t come yet.

They were still holding back, but Fang Lin decided to stay out of it. The human-faced eight-armed monkey was too powerful, any draw-out fights would only be disadvantageous to them. Moreover, the heart of the human-faced eight-armed monkey was an excellent Pill Refining ingredient, and Fang Lin had plans for it.

At that point, Fang Lin didn’t hesitate anymore. He patted the Nine Palace Bag and retrieved the crimson longsword.

The moment this sword was clutched in Fang Lin’s hand, it became restless as if it wanted to draw blood from him.

“You ungrateful thing, I saved you from eternal darkness, and now you want my blood?” Fang Lin cursed internally. He brandished the crimson longsword to battle the human-faced eight-armed monkey.

Clang!

The crimson longsword was brutally pierced into an arm of the human-faced eight-armed monkey. The next moment, Fang Lin was sent flying. However, the longsword remained wedged in the monkey’s arm, gnawing like Bone Maggots.

Roar!!!

The human-faced eight-armed monkey let out a heartrending roar, seemingly quite enraged. The remaining seven arms flailed wildly, attempting to pull out the crimson longsword.

Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun looked at the scene in astonishment. But seeing the effectiveness of the crimson longsword, Fang Lin could not help feeling relieved, secretly rejoicing at acquiring a fantastic treasure.

Flesh and blood could be seen withering away rapidly from the body of the human-faced eight-armed monkey, the cruelty in its eyes slowly replacing with fear, as the crimson longsword shone brighter, ferociously devouring the vitality of the monkey.

The blood of the ancient ferocious beast was extraordinary, thousands of times more potent than human blood. In the era of Fang Lin’s previous life, there were some powerful beings who would bathe in the blood of these ancient beasts to refine their bodies, which had extraordinary effects.

This crimson longsword was especially ferocious, directly absorbing the vitality from the human-faced eight-armed monkey. Whether it resisted or submitted, the sword would drain its blood. Except for drying it up completely, it would never stop.

Meanwhile, the human face on the chest of the human-faced eight-armed monkey opened again. However, this time there was no charm power left. In exchange, there was an expression of absolute horror and despair.

The face opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out at all.

“This sword is too strange.” Qing Jianzi muttered.

Yang Pojun just stared curiously at the crimson longsword, then looked at Fang Lin, asking, “Is this the sword that was stabbed into the Lizard Demon Beast? You pulled it out?”

Fang Lin nodded, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the crimson longsword.

In the blink of an eye, the once mighty human-faced eight-armed monkey was lying on the ground, skeletal and listless, its chest was still faintly heaving, but it was struggling to breathe.

The crimson longsword again emitted a blood-curdling aura. But Fang Lin quickly walked over. If they continued, he was afraid that the heart of the human-faced eight-armed monkey would be completely drained.

Fang Lin grabbed the crimson longsword, but unexpectedly the sword seemed to be addicted and began draining blood from him.

Fang Lin cursed, pulling the sword out from the body of the human-faced eight-armed monkey with a strong tug, then swiftly threw it into the Nine Palace Bag.

Even though it was only for a brief moment, Fang Lin could feel that some of his own blood had been drained.

Seeing the danger had passed, Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun approached, both looking at the dying human-faced eight-armed monkey with strange expressions.

Not long ago, they were in grave danger because of this human-faced eight-armed monkey. But in the blink of an eye, this creature was at death’s door.

The human-faced eight-armed monkey glared at them with dull and lifeless eyes, filled with hate, but mostly with despair.

Fang Lin didn’t care about the resentment in the eyes of the human-faced eight-armed monkey. He directly drew a dagger, stabbing it ruthlessly into the chest of the monkey.

“Fang Lin, what are you doing?” Qing Jianzi asked, puzzled.

Fang Lin skillfully manipulated the dagger in his hand and without looking back, replied, “The heart of this human-faced eight-armed monkey is an excellent Pill Refining ingredient, naturally, I have to take it with me.”

Hearing this, the pair were speechless—especially Yang Pojun, who looked at Fang Lin differently.

At that moment, the human-faced eight-armed monkey was still not dead. Ancient beasts boasted immense vitality, even if the crimson longsword had drained all its blood, it could still linger for a while.

However, in those few days, the anguish it would experience was unendurable.

Fang Lin used the dagger to cut off the human face stuck in the chest of the human-faced eight-armed monkey, then stomped it into a pulp.

Then, he dug a hole into the chest of the human-faced eight-armed monkey to hold its heart and reached a hand in, groping around inside.

The human-faced eight-armed monkey let out feeble cries of agony. It could clearly feel its heart being ruthlessly torn out by Fang Lin.

With a squelching sound, Fang Lin drew back his hand, clutching a human-head-sized, faintly throbbing, red heart.

“Oh? So here you are.” Meanwhile, Li Tongtian, sneering coolly, leisurely arrived from a distance, followed by a large number of Li family members.