Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Chapter 3049: Near Death

Han Mengli thought he was safe an hour later, but the truth was far from it. The moment he was halfway up the mine, one of the demons that had been after him noticed him, and a fight broke out between them.

Han Mengli had a much more difficult time with this fight, quickly realizing that the demon was far stronger than he could hope to beat. At around the Saint Foundation realm, the demon was just strong enough that none of Han Mengli’s hits did much to him.

If the darkness aura he used in his dagger could find its mark, then maybe he would have a chance at victory, but the man could likely just destroy any aura that landed on him.

So, Han Mengli’s fight devolved into a mess of trying to defend himself with a shield he found from the demons he had killed and trying to get out of the damn mine.

As he reached closer to the entrance of the mine—which was thankfully devoid of any demons—he quickly looked down at the situation at the camps.

The other camp had people spilling out slowly, but not much was happening just yet. Han Mengli’s eyes naturally turned toward his camp, where the battle had reached a standstill.

There were thousands of demons now, surrounding the hundreds of humans. Corpses scattered the field on both sides, with just as many demons dead as there were humans.

Nameless stood bloody in the midst of the battle, his shoulder bleeding profusely, a side of his face blown off from an attack. There was nothing for him to recover with, so he just had to keep fighting.

If there had been more time, they probably could’ve determined how strong the demons were, but since the battle had started so abruptly, they could only continue.

Han Mengli looked at the person Nameless fought in the sky and was surprised to notice that it was a female. She was an Immortal without a doubt, but there should’ve already been one that was fighting Nameless.

Han Mengli couldn’t see him at all.

Had Nameless killed the man? Had he killed an Immortal while he himself was only a Saint?

Han Mengli approached the group from the side, hoping to use some of the pastes he had with him from the two demons he had killed in the mine just now and use it on Nameless.

But before he could get there, he felt an attack coming from behind at the last moment and jumped to the side.

The demon that had been following him had caught up to him.

Han Mengli immediately began fighting back, but it was clear he wasn’t going to win. Even if he ran from here, there were other demons that hadn’t joined the battle yet that would come for him.

It was only then that he realized there was no way for him to have ever won here. He should not have ever even thought of it.

And at the same time, the mere thought of cowardice that grew in his body made him want to vomit. Even if death was all that awaited him at the end of this fight, he wanted to fight.

If he could take just one more demon with him to the grave, he would be happy. That wouldn’t be revenge for his friends and family, but it would be a start. He could at least die knowing that he tried.

He completely lost himself in the fight with the demon, taking on damage upon damage from the stronger opponent. Wounds appeared all over his body, slowly piling up. He was getting closer and closer to death’s door.

But he kept fighting. He just wanted to kill this one demon.

The demon suddenly raised his weapon, striking at him with a powerful technique. A crescent moon flew at him, like the swing of a sword slicing through the air.

Han Mengli looked at the massive attack, knowing he could not dodge it. At the same time, he didn’t know if he could handle it either. He protected himself as well as he could, preparing for the hit, and closed his eyes.

This was death.

An explosion rang out, followed by a shockwave that blasted at Han Mengli. However, the attack never came.

Han Mengli slowly opened his eyes, unable to understand why he hadn’t died. When he did, he noticed a creature before him—something he could not explain.

The creature looked humanoid, but it was not human. It was a tall being, its massive body slumped a little as if hunchbacked. Two massive wings came out from its back, like those belonging to a bat. A pointed tail behind it had pierced through the chest of the demon before him.

Han Mengli was struck with a sense of unnatural fear as he stared at the being before him, its body completely crimson. He had never seen such a thing before in his life.

The creature slowly turned its head toward him, two giant horns growing out of its head, its eyes glowing bloody red.

It let out a snarl for a moment, releasing a killing intent that made Han Mengli want to just die right then and there. Then, in the next moment, the intent vanished—and so did the creature.

Sounds of desperate cries rang out from all around him, and he turned around to look at the situation. When he did, he saw three massive beasts tearing through the demons, killing each one.

And from what he could see, these beasts were of the same color as the creature he had seen before—completely crimson.

A stench of blood assaulted his senses for a moment, forcing him to stop breathing. He took the moment to look around for more enemies. When he found none whatsoever, he ran toward Nameless and the others.

By the time he arrived, not a single demon lived around them, leaving the hundreds of slaves with an awestruck look.

Even Nameless watched the situation with wide eyes, not knowing what had just happened. It was only when one man spoke aloud that he realized the truth.

“The Blood God! The Blood God has come to save us.”