Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2211

Chapter 2211: Chapter 2209: Hunting Demonic Beasts Chapter 2211: Chapter 2209: Hunting Demonic Beasts “We'll set off from here tomorrow. Don't worry, little brother, we can handle the Fourth-layer Purgatory with ease.”

Seeing Ethan Smith nod, Dwight Cohen turned around and left with his team.

The next day, the group quietly left the city.

“Take this, little brother.”

Mariam Mitchell handed over a green hat with a mischievous smile.

“Is this for concealing my qi?”

Ethan Smith furrowed his brows, dissatisfied with the color.

“Haha, just make do with it. In this Land of Chaos, you need to be careful if you want to survive. Most people choose to conceal their qi, and this way, no one would dare to attack.”

Dwight Cohen laughed heartily.

Ethan Smith nodded, understanding that those with ill intentions would have to think twice before attacking.

In such a place, once you initiate a fight, it's a battle to the death.

Either your opponent dies, or you do.

Of course, there are some cultivators who do not cover their qi, boasting an unfathomable confidence in their abilities.

As they moved forward, they encountered only low-level Demonic Beasts. Dwight Cohen and his team couldn't even be bothered to collect their Demon Pill.

After they had left, weaker cultivators rushed forward, scrambling for the corpses of the beasts.

“This one is mine!”

“Looking for death, you want to hog both beasts for yourself!”

There are chaotic sounds coming from behind.

“This is the outermost layer of Purgatory. As we push further, the cultivation level of the Demonic Beasts will increase,”

Mariam Mitchell, figuring out that it was Ethan's first time here, gave him a detailed explanation.

The group traveled quickly, reaching a certain area.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and a rotten stench filled the air everywhere.

Moreover, there was no sunlight in Purgatory, only eternal night, making the environment even more oppressive.

From the depths of the forest, the occasional stable breathing of beasts echoed.

“This is the Purgatory third layer. From here on, we need to be careful. All actions must be swift. Don't make too much noise, or we may alert the beasts in deeper layers.”

Dwight Cohen said solemnly.

“Stop! Prepare for battle.”

Mariam Mitchell suddenly said.

About half an hour later, somewhere near their location, dozens of amber pupils appeared.

“These beasts are already sentient and seem to be organized. They have surrounded us.”

Ethan Smith, who had little contact with beasts, was somewhat curious at this moment.

These beasts gave him the impression of being like human cultivators, possessing their own intelligence.

“Sand Wolves in the mighty realm's initial stage. And there's an early-stage Returning Void Wolf King.”

Mariam Mitchell whispered softly.

“Kill!”

Edgeless moved, charging into the pack of wolves.

The sword flashed with a cold light, and blood splattered amidst the wolves.

Dwight Cohen grabbed one of the Sand Wolves and directly twisted its spine.

He then smashed it towards the pack, and two wolves landed among the group like cannonballs, instantly knocking down four or five wolves.

Howl!

A colossal Wolf King suddenly leaped high from the forest beside Ethan Smith, its sharp claws shimmering with cold light as it swiped at Ethan Smith.

Ethan Smith clenched his fist, ready to strike.

“Heh.”

Mariam Mitchell pointed at the Wolf King's head.

The Wolf King fell to the ground as if it were drunk, stumbling around, unable to stand.

“Die!”

Dwight Cohen jumped on its back and delivered a fierce punch to its head, smashing the head of the Wolf King with four or five continuous blows.

“Collect the spoils of war.”

He reached into the inner core of the Wolf King, extracting it, and then skinned its pelt.

“The parts that are worth anything on a slain wolf are two – the inner core and its claws. Harvest those two sections, and you're done,” Dwight Cohen explained to Ethan Smith.

Ethan was a little taken aback. The coordination of this small team was impeccable.

From the initial preparation to the final takedown of the Wolf King, it took less than half an hour. The efficiency was terrifying.

Everybody doing their part, no wonder that aside from a few lone rangers, teams were basically the norm within Lornclould City.

“Let's move on. We're nearing the Fourth-layer Purgatory, we need to be even more careful,” Dwight Cohen said solemnly.

“I don't understand the point of bringing him along,” Edgeless grumbled.

Throughout the recent fight, Ethan had remained largely on the sidelines, not even helping collect the spoils afterwards.

“Shut up!”

Dwight Cohen snapped harshly.

Edgeless snorted coldly but didn't continue arguing.

Nonchalantly, Ethan shrugged. His goal this time was to hunt demonic beasts in the True Saint Realm.

The inner core and spoils from these Sand Wolves didn't mean too much to him.

“We have now entered the Fourth-layer Purgatory, we are in a small area dominated by Black Tigers. When hunting Black Tigers, we aim to kill them off one by one. Try to be quiet as to not alert the others. If a group of Black Tigers attack us together, our small team may well be wiped out,” Dwight Cohen warned gravely.

“Don't worry, with me here, these Black Tigers won't get a chance to call their companions,” Mariam Mitchell said in her charming voice, her figure trembling slightly.

A burly Black Tiger consuming a piece of rotten flesh was suddenly pierced through from its chin to the top of its head by a long sword.

This Black Tiger's body immediately went limp and fell to the ground. After quickly harvesting the spoils of war, they continued their hunt against the next Black Tiger.

In just half a day, they had already killed nearly forty Black Tigers.

“Maintain this pace. If we keep this up, another half day will see us complete this mission,” Dwight Cohen chuckled, looking very pleased.

The mission was progressing smoothly and the Black Tigers were significantly scattered. As such, their hunting process did not trigger a disturbance in the Fourth-layer Purgatory.

And then, at this moment, a loud tiger roar echoed near Ethan and his team, accompanied by intense vibrations.

“How dare you kill so many of my children,” a voice filled with suppressed rage suddenly echoed in their minds, causing Dwight Cohen's face to drain of color.

“Watch out, get in formation,” Dwight ordered.

The ground shook violently as tiger roars came from all directions.

The terror inspired by these roars was far worse than the Sand Wolves.

The terrifying vibrations caused the entire forest in the Fourth-layer Mystic Realm to tremble, countless leaves and birds flying up into the sky.

The scene was reminiscent of doomsday.

A black tiger-shaped shadow shot out like lightning, fiercely colliding right in front of Dwight Cohen.

Dwight Cohen roared, his hands blocking the tiger's pounce. Then, his hands, sharp as razor blades, plunged into the Black Tiger's heart, extracting its core.

Almost immediately, another four or five tigers charged at him.

“Courting death!”

Edgeless snarled with a cold voice. It was clear he was no longer holding back.

The qi of a True Saint burst forth, gathering on his long sword.

He launched himself forward, cutting off the heads of four or five Black Tigers in a single swoop.

“Rose Chaotic Dance.”

Mariam Mitchell pulled out a vine of roses over a hundred meters long, swinging it like a whip onto the bodies of several Black Tigers.

The Black Tiger was only lightly grazed by the backwards facing thorns on the whip, but its huge body toppled to the ground with a single shake.