Chapter 69: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada

Unwilling to give up, Leimowus gritted his teeth in frustration and finally made up his mind.

Roar!

Like a thunderclap from nowhere, tremendous energy stirred up a whirlwind, with shockwaves spreading in all directions. Rocks and trees were swept in, crushed, and turned into dust. From within the cloud of dust, a colossal figure emerged.

Standing over five meters tall, with muscles like cast iron, it radiated an unmatched aura of power.

Behemoth!

The legendary Behemoth beast!

Xu Feng was stunned—it was his first time seeing such a formidable creature. On Hailan Star, Behemoths were the most terrifying war machines bred by orcs—extremely rare, yet each possessed power nearly rivaling that of dragons.

Of course, this wasn’t a real Behemoth but a Druid’s transformation magic. Nevertheless, its combat prowess was undeniable. Had Leimowus already reached Saint-level?

Seeing his opponent transform into a Behemoth, the Necromancer was also taken aback. From the magical fluctuations, Xu Feng sensed a flicker of fear in him.

Roar!

The vengeful spirit skeleton, however, charged forward. As an undead creature summoned from hell, fear meant nothing to it. Driven by its lingering obsession, it harbored only jealousy toward life—and thus sought to destroy anything alive.

With three heads and six arms, the massive skeleton monster was enveloped in thick death energy. In terms of combat power, it could already rival a high-tier mid-grade knight.

However…

Boom!

With a single blow, the vengeful spirit skeleton was sent flying. Clatter, clatter—its bones scattered across the ground. The Behemoth’s overwhelming power had shattered it.

As the soul flame flickered out, the Necromancer felt a sharp pang of loss. He had invested considerable effort into refining this powerful skeleton monster.

But there was no time to mourn its loss now—the Behemoth was already charging forward. Its massive claws descended upon the Necromancer like a falling mountain.

The sheer force of the wind it generated made breathing difficult—a testament to its immense power!

The Necromancer’s face fell. Dodging was no longer an option. He had miscalculated: he’d assumed Leimowus, poisoned by the Extreme Malice Curse, would be severely weakened—never expecting him to still pull off a move like the Behemoth transformation.

It was too late for regrets.

The Necromancer raised his crystal ball, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto it. Using blood as a catalyst, resentment surged instantly, mingling with ghostly wails. All the vengeful spirits he had refined rushed out, forming a death shield in mid-air.

Xu Feng shook his head. This guy was desperate too.

Boom!

The entire ground shook. The Behemoth’s strength was nothing to scoff at. Amid the wails of countless vengeful spirits, the death shield splintered.

Pfft—

This time, he truly coughed up blood from a severe injury. The Necromancer was sent flying, crashing into the mountain wall and sending rubble tumbling down.

As everyone knew, mages had frail bodies. This fall left the sinister fellow dazed and disoriented, barely able to get up, coughing blood incessantly.

The Behemoth truly lived up to its reputation as a creature comparable to dragons. It seemed Leimowus had won. Just as this thought flashed through Xu Feng’s mind, a dramatic turn of events occurred.

Thud!

A dull sound echoed as the sturdy Behemoth collapsed. Then, its body shrank continuously, reverting to Leimowus’s form. At this moment, the leader of the Druid Legion was covered in dark energy, trembling uncontrollably, unable to move at all.

“Haha! The more power you use, the faster the Extreme Malice Curse’s poison takes effect. Leimowus, your earlier actions were like drinking poison to quench thirst. How about it? Can’t suppress the toxin’s spread now, can you? In the end, you’ll still die by my hand.”

Although the earlier strike had left the Necromancer half-dead, he could still move. Struggling to his feet, he shakily raised his right hand. A wisp of dark energy condensed into a bone spear. His powerful enemy was now immobilized—all he needed to do was pierce his throat.

Leimowus’s eyes burned with fury, but at this moment, he was powerless. Damn it—he was so close!

Just as this core figure of the Temple of Light, a top-tier powerhouse of the continent, was about to meet his end in this desolate wilderness, a sudden Wind Blade flew over.

A Wind Blade was merely the most basic of spells. Under normal circumstances, the powerful Necromancer wouldn’t have paid it any mind. But times had changed. Now, severely injured and completely unaware of someone lurking nearby, he let out a scream as the Wind Blade pierced through his chest.

“You…”

The fallen Necromancer glared resentfully at his assailant—a handsome young man dressed as a noble.

The venomous glare made Xu Feng somewhat uncomfortable. Tch—just a dying man. Still不服气? If you’ve got guts, go complain to hell about me, young master.

He rewarded him with another Fireball, and the unfortunate Necromancer breathed his last—completely finished.

Xu Feng had his reasons for doing this. As a Transmigrant, he wasn’t particularly interested in so-called justice or evil… what did that have to do with him? Coming to this other world, Xu Feng cared only about enjoyment—money and beautiful women.

He intervened for two reasons: first, he found the Necromancer unpleasant, with his sinister aura that felt uncomfortable; second, doing so offered great benefits.

Hailan Star was still in the Middle Ages, where the church held immense power. Legally, the Pope stood on equal footing with the Emperor.

And this Leimowus was a major figure within the Temple. Saving him meant incurring a significant favor from the Temple—with obvious benefits.

Although Xu Feng didn’t hold the Temple in high regard, maintaining good relations with them was necessary. Gaining the Temple’s support would grant him greater authority, leading to more wealth and beautiful women.

As for good and evil… what did that have to do with him? Enjoyment came first!

Moreover, Leimowus had a good reputation, known for his integrity. Saving a good person while reaping great benefits—Xu Feng didn’t hesitate.

Saved from certain death, even the powerful Druid hadn’t expected to escape this calamity. He looked at Xu Feng: “You… you are…”

“My name is Xu Feng, Imperial Viscount. Lord Leimowus, are you alright?”

Xu Feng helped him up and sat him against a large tree. Leimowus gasped for breath, his complexion growing increasingly worse.

Xu Feng frowned. It seemed just as the Necromancer had said: forcibly using the Behemoth transformation, while granting immense power, had caused the poison to spread throughout his body.

If not treated soon, the consequences would be dire…

But the area was desolate and uninhabited. Where could they find a priest?

After a moment’s thought, Xu Feng began rummaging through his storage ring. He remembered buying a light healing scroll made by the church last time—he wondered if he still had it with him.

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