The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

“Leave these damned things to me!” Yang Pojun roared, brandishing his spear and charging towards the thirteen colossal skeletons.

Yang Pojun thrust his spear fiercely into one of the gargantuan skeletons. But with a slight ping, he was forced to retreat, his face grimacing.

The strength he committed to that single thrust alone had nearly drained most of his energy, even still, it only left a slight impression on the gigantic skeleton.

This revealed just how hard the skeleton’s bones truly were.

Yang Pojun grit his teeth, his long spear blazing brightly in his hand. Faintly, the terrifying roar of a tiger echoed once more.

This spear was Yang Pojun’s treasure, the Tiger Slaying Gun. Infused with Inner Strength, it could unleash the sealed Power of Tiger Slaying within the spear, an extraordinary force.

However, while the Power of Tiger Slaying was powerful, it was also a heavy burden for Yang Pojun. If used repeatedly, Yang Pojun would be entirely drained.

But, in this moment, he had no other considerations. The thirteen colossal skeletons were far too powerful. Yang Pojun had to buy everyone else some precious time to escape.

As the anguished cries of a tiger echoed through the air, a surge of the Power of Tiger Slaying surged out, transforming into streaks of golden light launching towards the thirteen gargantuan skeletons.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

The thirteen massive skeletons were sent reeling backward as if struck by a heavy blow, the ones in the front even showing signs of cracks appearing on their bodies.

Upon seeing this, Yang Pojun was overjoyed. This meant that the Power of Tiger Slaying indeed could harm these massive skeletons. While it was not enough to annihilate them completely, it was sufficient to buy more time.

However, at the next moment, Yang Pojun began to feel dizzy. Realizing his predicament, he lamented silently. Having used the Power of Tiger Slaying twice consecutively, coupled with the prior fierce combats, his body was already at its limits.

Though injured by the Power of Tiger Slaying, not a single one of the towering skeletons had fallen. Yang Pojun’s actions seemed to have enraged them. One of the colossal skeletons leapt high into the air, bringing down its bone-blade straight towards Yang Pojun.

Biting his teeth, Yang Pojun barely managed to retreat a few steps. The bone-blade plunged fiercely where Yang Pojun had stood moments before, creating a crack on the ground.

Upon observing this, the royal members in the rear felt a mounting sense of urgency. Yang Qingyao and several other royal fighters immediately rushed over, hoping to aid Yang Pojun.

“What are you doing here? Get going!” Yang Pojun, leaning on his long spear, angrily roared at them.

Yang Qingyao and the others didn’t respond. Each one held out their own weapons, immediately engaging with the thirteen colossal skeletons.

These individuals were also formidable fighters. Otherwise, they would not have been appointed by the royal family to accompany Yang Pojun. However, the thirteen gigantic skeletons were simply too powerful; Yang Qingyao and the other fighters were unequivocally outmatched.

Splat!

An unfortunate royal youth who happened to be under simultaneous attack from three immense skeletons failed to fend off the assault. A bone-blade from behind sliced him clean in two.

Yang Pojun’s eyes widened in horror, desperately wielding his long spear to fend off the three colossal skeletons. However, the royal youth was obviously done for. His body severed at the waist, he lay on the ground in two pieces, his viscera spilled all over the floor, struggling weakly.

Yang Qingyao and the others were also in a highly perilous situation, their lives hanging by a thread.

Seeing the dire situation, Qing Jianzi rushed over immediately. Wielding a massive sword that was about as tall as a person, he cleaved off the arm bone of one of the gigantic skeletons.

Yang Pojun and Qing Jianzi joined forces, battling fiercely, temporarily resolving the crisis Yang Qingyao and the others were in. But they too, were stuck in a bitter fight.

These colossal skeletons were not only exceptionally resilient but also like ordinary skeletons, even if their bones were broken, they could immediately regenerate, unless crushed into a fine powder. As a result, no matter how hard you hit them, it was extremely difficult to entirely eliminate them.

“Fang Lin, Gu Hanshan, aren’t you going to help? We’re about to be overwhelmed!” Qin Jianzi yelled out to Fang Lin who was a distance away.

Fang Lin didn’t hesitate either, he rushed over with his sword.

Meanwhile, Gu Hanshan’s eyes flickered, but he made no move.

Qing Jianzi cursed loudly, but he was too busy fending off the giant skeletons to care about Gu Hanshan’s inaction.

Fang Lin swooped in, light on his feet, weaving constantly around the giant skeletons, advancing and retreating, as if he was casually dancing with them.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you helping us deal with these monsters? What are you circling around for?” Yang Qingyao, her face pale, was intensely dissatisfied with Fang Lin’s seemingly aimless actions.

The other royal heirs were equally displeased. They had already suffered casualties, and yet he had been dawdling.

Even Qing Jianzi was somewhat puzzled by Fang Lin’s actions. Given Fang Lin’s strength, he should not just be dodging around like this.

Without further explanation, Fang Lin continued to play hide-and-seek with the giant skeletons in his own way.

Yang Qingyao was both upset and angry, her momentary inattentiveness nearly cost her head to a bone blade.

Despite her close escape, Yang Qingyao was scared white, a bone-deep wound on her shoulder was bleeding profusely.

“Gu Hanshan, you scoundrel!” Qing Jianzi swore angrily, but Gu Hanshan remained indifferent, unwilling to offer assistance.

Gu Hanshan’s strength could have played a key role in easing the pressure on everyone else, yet this man refused to intervene, only dealing with the ordinary skeletons in the crowd.

Left with no choice, Qing Jianzi called a few disciples from the Martial Sect to assist. Although their strength was not comparable to Gu Hanshan, they could at least provide some much-needed help.

“You all, step back!”

At this moment, Fang Lin suddenly yelled.

Qing Jianzi, Yang Pojun and others were puzzled. Why retreat at this moment?

As Fang Lin yelled, he began to retreat, holding a bottle in his hand.

Chi..Chi..Chi..Chi.!!

At the same time, a plume of yellow smoke began to rise from the bones of the feet and legs of the thirteen giant skeletons, spreading a pungent smell.

Only then did they notice that the lower part of the giant skeletons’ bodies were coated with some kind of yellow liquid.

This yellow liquid seemed highly corrosive and was slowly corroding the bones of the giant skeletons.

The giant skeletons roared in apparent pain, raising their bony hands to try and wipe off the yellow liquid on their legs.

But now, even their hand bones were stained with yellow liquid.

In a short while, those formidable and unstoppable giant skeletons had their legs corroded and turned into yellow liquid. They all fell to the ground, unable to stand up, they let out futile roars while enduring the painful corrosion of the yellow water.

Qing Jianzi, Yang Pojun and others watched in disbelief. The overly tricky and gigantic skeletons were just taken care of by Fang Lin?

Fang Lin just sat down on the ground, panting heavily. However, before he could even catch his breath, he saw Yang Qingyao walk resentfully towards him, raising her hand as if to hit him.