Chapter Sixty-Two: Rising Six Ranks in Succession

The Donkey-headed Wolf King used the force of the recoil to flip over the White Boar King's back, landing behind it. When he turned to look, he saw Li Yunfei spewing blood from his mouth as he was sent flying backward, which startled him greatly.

It happened that, in the moment Li Yunfei’s spear pierced the side of the White Boar King’s neck, the beast’s enormous demonic power surged out. Li Yunfei, being so close, took the full brunt of the blow and was knocked away. Fortunately, his protective aura absorbed some of the impact, so he suffered only internal injuries; otherwise, this single strike would have left him either shattered to pieces or with his organs utterly destroyed, his life forfeit.

To bring down the White Boar King, he had to take such a risk. His stockpile of exorcism talismans was nearly depleted after that fierce barrage just now, and even if he used up the rest, it might not be enough to exhaust the White Boar King’s demonic energy. After all, the difference in cultivation and power was immense; if he tried to compete with the White Boar King in terms of raw strength, he would be exhausted to no avail.

The greatest difference between human cultivators and demonic beasts lay in humanity’s ability to use tools and employ various supplementary methods to enhance combat power. Without these aids, when it came to a direct contest of cultivation, humans had no advantage whatsoever.

If the Donkey-headed Wolf King ended up killing the White Boar King, Li Yunfei would gain no experience from its death, and all his efforts today would have been in vain. As long as he could be the one to slay the White Boar King, he would surely level up, and his wounds would instantly heal, restoring him to his peak.

Li Yunfei’s spear left only a wound a few inches deep on the side of the White Boar King’s neck—a mere scratch to the beast, no worse than a mosquito bite to a human. Yet, in that instant, a potent blend of lethal toxins had been injected into the White Boar King’s body.

In agony, the White Boar King let out shrill, piercing cries. As it ran, blood began to trickle from its seven orifices, and its tusked mouth gaped wide, panting heavily. The farther it ran, the heavier its steps became, and by the time it reached the slope, it was staggering on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, a smile crept onto Li Yunfei’s lips. In terms of enhancing his own combat strength, weapons of destruction were far inferior to those of rending, but in pure damage output, the destructive type was clearly more terrifying.

Enhancement to combat ability and damage output were two different things—like comparing firearms to knives. Firearms obviously provided a greater boost to one’s fighting prowess; shooting someone was far easier than stabbing them. Yet, if a bullet failed to hit a vital spot, it might not be lethal. But if a knife were coated with deadly poison, even a small cut could be fatal. That was the difference between combat enhancement and damage output.

Most dungeon monsters, when faced with destructive weapons, would die almost instantly upon contact. The White Boar King’s ability to last this long was already an impressive feat.

It was a pity that so much demonic beast meat had been tainted by the destructive toxins and was now inedible. Still, there were plenty of other boar beasts to eat—their flesh would be just as useful. Even if the quality was lacking, quantity would make up for it. For him, these beasts were like “experience pills” in an online game—consume them to gain experience and improve cultivation.

At some point, the little fox had returned to his side, her fragrant tongue gently licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, her cries full of worry. Leaning on his newly retrieved crescent blade with his left hand, Li Yunfei patted her neck with his right and said, “Don’t worry! I’m fine. As soon as the White Boar King breathes his last, I’ll recover completely.”

The little fox finally relaxed.

The Donkey-headed Wolf King ran up to Li Yunfei and gave a call, turning its head toward him. Li Yunfei didn’t understand its meaning, so he simply pointed toward the herd of boars and said, “Wolf King, the White Boar King is already fatally poisoned—you needn’t worry about him. But don’t let up on hunting the boar beasts. Ignore the ordinary boar monsters, but don’t let any of the evolved ones escape.”

Li Yunfei was not only thinking of the Donkey-headed Wolf Clan, but also of the humans living near the forest. Ordinary people were no match for these demonic boar beasts; if any escaped to harm the villagers, it would be disastrous.

The ordinary boar monsters were just larger, stronger, and tougher, but could still be killed with firearms. The demonic boar beasts, however, were protected by demonic energy—only heavy weapons could harm them, while light weapons were useless. Ordinary people stood no chance.

The Donkey-headed Wolf King nodded and sprang into action, relentlessly hunting the demonic boar beasts. Li Yunfei, seriously wounded, could barely manage to stand—he had no strength left to fight for now. He could only wait for the White Boar King’s death and the experience it would grant to recover his strength.

The little fox sat beside him, guarding him instead of joining the fray. She had killed nearly two thousand boar monsters today, but their levels were too low to yield any experience anymore. The demonic boar beasts, on the other hand, were all above level 30—killing them would grant a wealth of experience, and he had no intention of letting that opportunity slip by.

The White Boar King, staggering and swaying, finally managed to haul itself up the slope to the mountaintop, but at last, it reached its limit.

Its four hooves could no longer support its massive weight, and it crashed to the ground, its demonic energy dissipating, lying there wheezing feebly. Blood flowed ceaselessly from its seven orifices, and the wound from the Eight-Foot Serpent Spear gushed as well.

Before long, Li Yunfei suddenly felt a lightness in his body; the pain in his organs vanished rapidly. A whirlwind of spiritual energy formed in the sky, surging down toward the crown of his head, and within moments, his cultivation soared.

Amazed, Li Yunfei opened his system interface to find that both he and the little fox had reached level 26, advancing three levels at once. He hadn’t expected that killing a monster more than ten levels above him would yield such an abundance of experience—had he been too cautious in the past?

Setting aside deeper thoughts about fighting above his level for now, Li Yunfei raised his blade and called out, “Honghong, I have a task for you. Go burn the White Boar King’s corpse, then hunt down the remaining demonic boar beasts.”

The little fox, now fully recovered as well, immediately darted toward the White Boar King’s body at even greater speed.

Li Yunfei, meanwhile, charged straight for the demonic boar beasts, sticking close to the Donkey-headed Wolf King and working together to exterminate the remaining foes. In truth, his real aim was to snatch the final blow—for the experience.

Whenever a demonic boar beast’s protective energy was dispersed, he would seize the chance to deliver the finishing strike.

The Donkey-headed Wolf King, unaware of Li Yunfei’s true intentions, only felt that he and this human he’d just met made an unexpectedly effective team.

The experience gained from the demonic boar beasts delighted Li Yunfei. Each one gave him as much experience as killing over a dozen level 22 boar monsters from the Boar Forest dungeon. Judging by their strength, these demonic boar beasts were between levels 31 and 35, while the White Boar King was likely between levels 36 and 40.

It took about twenty demonic boar beasts for him to gain a level; after reaching level 27, it took over thirty to level up again, and at level 28, nearly fifty.

Li Yunfei and the little fox, alongside the Donkey-headed Wolf Clan, chased the demonic boar beasts through the forest, from afternoon until night and from night back to day. After a full day and night of relentless pursuit, they finally slaughtered ninety-nine percent of the demonic boar beasts, with fewer than ten escaping.

As for the boar monsters, there were hardly any left after the Donkey-headed Wolf Clan’s rampage. By then, Li Yunfei and the little fox had both managed to reach level 29.