Novel Full Chapter 349: Taming the Fog Giant Snake Tribe!
Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Taming the Fog Giant Snake Tribe!
Logan nodded slightly and stepped onto the high ground.
The earth beneath his feet was hard and dry, a sharp contrast to the muddy swamp all around.
Yet, this place was filled with a nauseating, dead silence.
A faint, yet unmistakable, wave of devouring rule energy hung in the air.
Logan scanned the ground, his pupils tightening slightly.
Thirty human bodies lay scattered across the high ground, all wearing blood-red Church standard robes.
The corpses were completely shriveled, as if their flesh, blood, and souls had been drained away entirely.
Only loose, flaccid skin remained, wrapped around bleached white bones. The sight was truly tragic.
Violet followed Logan onto the high ground. The moment she saw the bodies, her face turned pale.
Her body began to tremble involuntarily. Her eyes filled with horror and disbelief. “This is the mark of a Devourer’s feeding,” she whispered.
“How did someone from the No. 47 Restricted Zone get into the neutral zone?”
Nel’s main body hurried over as well. Seeing the bodies, she sucked in a sharp breath.
She immediately waved her hand, ordering all her Mirror clones to fan out, effectively sealing off the entire high ground.
Speaking quickly, she said, “Master, every one of these victims was a 36-star Saint stage before they died.”
“To swallow thirty 36-star Saints at once, the attacker must be close to a Demigod-stage existence.”
Bobbi gripped his spear tight. The spatial folds around him suddenly became dense.
He stepped forward, blocking the way in front of Logan, his gaze fixed hard on the surrounding fog.
“There are definitely more Devourers nearby,” he said.
“Shall I tear this whole swamp apart right now and drag them all out?”
Logan raised a hand to stop Bobbi. He slowly crouched down to examine the nearest corpse.
The dead man’s hands were clenched tight together, his knuckles white from the force.
Logan gently pried open the palm, and a pitch-black crystal rolled out onto the ground.
The crystal was carved with a clear number “47,” and it still emitted a faint wave of devouring rule energy from within.
With a flick of his finger, the black crystal flew into Logan’s palm.
His five-spiral DNA spun at high speed. Five streams of rule energy surged into the crystal, analyzing its energy structure.
After a moment, Logan stood up slowly. A cold sliver of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
“The vanguard of the No. 47 Restricted Zone has arrived.”
“Earlier than we expected.” Logan said.
Nel stepped forward immediately, expanding the perception range of her Mirror clones once more.
After a moment, her face grew grave. “There’s still residual energy in the air.”
“The waves haven’t faded for more than six hours. They must have just left.”
Upon hearing this, Bobbi’s fighting spirit surged instantly. His knuckles cracked as he gripped his spear tight. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll drag them back!” he shouted.
Logan ignored Bobbi’s plea for battle. Instead, he scanned toward the northwest.
His Predict the Future ability triggered automatically. The scenes within the next 60 seconds appeared clearly in his mind.
Thirty li to the northwest, the spatial structure was twisted abnormally.
This was right at the border of the lich cemetery’s Blood Cultivation Realm—the most likely hiding spot for the No. 47 Restricted Zone vanguard.
Logan turned to Violet. “What’s the situation thirty li to the northwest?”
Violet extended her Mental Power toward the northwest, guided by Logan.
With Logan’s soul power aiding her, she quickly found her target and spoke with a grim tone: “Master, thirty li to the northwest is the border of the Bone Wasteland.
The space there is chaotic. It’s likely the edge of the lich cemetery’s Blood Cultivation Realm.”
Suddenly, the giant snake swarm ahead let out terrified hisses.
Sensing the devouring rule energy radiating from the black crystal, they shrank back in fear.
The lead giant snake let out urgent hisses at Violet, then turned and dove back into the swamp.
The remaining nineteen giant snakes followed immediately, vanishing into the churning fog without daring to show themselves.
Violet watched the direction the snakes fled, her expression growing even more serious. “Master, the devouring rules naturally suppress the native creatures of this swamp.”
“The fact that they dared not move forward means the lich cemetery direction has already been infiltrated by the Devourers’ forces.”
Logan played with the black crystal in his palm, pressing lightly with his fingertips.
The devouring rule fluctuations on the crystal’s surface vanished instantly under the suppression of his five-spiral power.
He stored the crystal in his storage space, a look of resolve flashing in his eyes. “Change of plans. We won’t explore slowly anymore.
“We’ll head straight to the lich cemetery. We must uncover their core secrets before the No. 47 Restricted Zone fully intervenes.”
Logan secured the crystal, then turned with the three of them, stepping into the Bone Wasteland.
Crushed bones crunched beneath their feet. The gray mist here was denser than in the swamp, compressing visibility to less than five meters.
Not far into their journey—less than three li—Logan suddenly stopped.
His Predict the Future ability was pushed to its absolute limit.
The image of thirty seconds in the future flashed clearly in his mind.
At three o’clock, the mist would explode outward, and three members of the Ancient Beast Clan, clad in crimson bone armor, would burst out.
The assassin on the left would thrust his bone blade straight at Logan’s brow. The middle assassin would block his escape route. The right assassin would release an anti-soul seal, cutting off his mental attacks.
Logan remained completely calm. Through the soul contract, he whispered simultaneously to all three of them: “At three o’clock. Ambush.”
“There are three 36-star Ancient Beast Clan members. Prepare yourselves.”
Upon hearing this, the trio’s movements didn’t change at all. They acted as if they hadn’t heard a word.
However, the energy within their bodies surged instantly, ready to explode at any moment.
Violet’s fingers twitched slightly, and her True Mirror ability was primed for activation.
Around Bobbi, the spatial folds grew denser, ready for instant teleportation at any second.
Exactly thirty seconds after Logan spoke, the mist at three o’clock exploded outward.
Three shadowy figures emerged like ghosts, clad in crimson bone armor and wielding sharp bone blades.
Their auras were steady at the 36-star Saint stage, surrounded by runes that blocked soul detection.
Their targets were clear: they charged straight for Logan in the center of the group.
They launched a killing blow immediately, holding nothing back.
But the moment they charged, Violet moved.
Her energy, at the 48-star Saint stage, exploded instantly. She unleashed her True Mirror ability at full power.
Twelve physical clones, each possessing 80% of her original power, instantly spread out in a perfect ring.
Every clone looked exactly like Violet’s true form, with no difference in their aura. In seconds, the entire battlefield was filled.
The three assassins froze mid-step, instantly losing track of Logan’s exact location.
All they saw were Violets—clones upon clones. They couldn’t tell which one was real and which was an illusion.
In that split second of confusion, Bobbi vanished from his spot.
He activated his Phase Folding ability to the max. The very next moment, he appeared behind the three assassins, blocking their escape.
Bobbi slammed his spear into the ground, unleashing a burst of Phase Folding energy.
A spatial barrier erupted from the earth, completely cutting off all three assassins’ retreat routes.
Bobbi grinned, his eyes filled with violent killing intent. “You think you can come and go as you please? Did you ask my spear?”
Seeing their trap, the three assassins knew they were caught. A look of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes.
They immediately abandoned their plan to kill Logan and turned to flee into the deep fog.
But just then, Logan slowly raised his hand.
He looked at the three assassins with calm eyes, unleashing a pressure from his 81-star cultivation with zero restraint.
In his Soul Sea, Nyarlathotep lent his authority over the Soul Rules.
A gray-white spiritual light swept across the entire field from Logan’s fingertips.
This 81-star pressure, fused with Demigod-stage Soul Shock, instantly engulfed the three assassins.
The anti-soul runes on their crimson bone armor shattered instantly upon contact with the gray-white light.
All three let out a scream of agony and fell to their knees.
Their souls felt as if they were crushed by a mountain of stones. Their heads pounded violently, and their minds went blank.
Their bone blades clattered to the ground. Their internal energy was completely chaotic, leaving them unable to move a single bit.
Even their Self-Destruct ability was completely sealed by the Soul Shock.
Logan walked forward slowly, stopping in front of the leader.
A Blood Fang totem was carved on the horn atop this assassin’s head. He was the leader of the Blood Fang Assassin Squad: Crazed.
His cultivation had reached the peak of the 36-star Saint stage, and he was Iron-Bone Grand Elder’s most trusted subordinate.
Logan gradually retracted his pressure, his voice cold and flat. “Go back and tell Iron-Bone.”
“I, Logan, have entered the Lost World. Tell him to wash his neck and wait.”
Crazed struggled to pull himself up from the ground, blood pouring from his mouth.
He looked at Logan, his eyes filled with venom and ferocity, letting out a cruel laugh. “The Elders have already made an agreement with that Existence!”
“You are doomed! The vanguard of the No. 47 Restricted Zone is nearby. You can’t escape!”
Hearing this, Logan’s smile grew even colder.
He intentionally lowered his surrounding pressure, leaving an opening for Crazed to escape.
“Perfect,” he said coldly.
Crazed was stunned.
Without hesitation, he drew upon the last of his energy, turned, and vanished into the mist behind him.
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished completely in the gray mist, his aura hidden as if it never existed.
Seeing this, Nel immediately prepared to send her Mirror clones to chase him.
Logan raised a hand to stop her, his gaze still calm, fixed on the direction Crazed fled.
Nel looked confused. “Why let him go?”
Violet turned around, her expression grave. “Master, the Iron-Bone Grand Elder has really colluded with the No. 47 Restricted Zone.”
“We are now under attack from both front and rear. The situation is very dangerous.”