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After eliminating the poisonous insects, everyone successfully arrived at the Underground Level. This place was no longer a cave but a spacious hall. Rows of tables filled the area, covered with cutting boards. The decor resembled that of a Slaughterhouse.
A giant, about eight meters tall and resembling a human, stood in the center. He wielded a massive cleaver and wore a blood-red apron around his waist. Judging by the small traces of color, the apron must have originally been white, but it had become stained with so much blood that it now appeared crimson.
Upon seeing the newcomers, the butcher let out a hearty laugh. "The little Holy Knight is too scared to come himself and has sent you all to your deaths instead? I haven't enjoyed the thrill of chopping meat in ages; you're just perfect for me to practice on. Though I must say, two of you are rather small and lack much meat. But the four young ladies should be quite delectable."
The mage warned, "This is the butcher. Be careful; don’t be fooled by his appearance with that cleaver—he's actually a master of fire magic."
As he spoke, an Energy Shield appeared around Ye Feihong and the others—a layer of Magic Shield composed of ice crystals. My magical abilities were limited; this Energy Shield could withstand at most two attacks before shattering.
"Not so troublesome," Ye Feihong said, reaching out to break the Energy Shield himself. He immediately unleashed the Sword Saint Assault.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Four sharp sounds echoed, resembling metal clashing. Ye Feihong's four strikes landed on the butcher's body. The first strike hit his chest, the second struck his back, creating a wound over a meter wide and several centimeters deep on both the front and back of the butcher. However, for a figure as large as the eight-meter-tall butcher, these injuries were not fatal.
Seeing that he couldn't take him down in one blow, Ye Feihong directed the remaining two strikes at the butcher's arms, severing the limb that held the cleaver. The butcher's strength had already reached a formidable level; no wonder even the Paladins had been unable to kill him.
Now, Ye Feihong's level had reached a new height. Crushing him was still an easy task. Over the past month, while traversing different dimensions, Ye Feihong had rarely engaged in combat and had not gained much experience. However, his Sunlight Energy had increased explosively. Thanks to the boost from his attribute points, Ye Feihong leveled up four times, reaching a new level.
Although he hadn't killed the butcher instantly, he had severely injured him in an instant. The butcher stared at his severed arm lying on the ground.
There was no cry of suffering. Instead, he collapsed directly to the ground.
With desperation in his voice, he pleaded, "Please spare me, my lord! If you let me go, I will be your dog from now on; whoever you point to, I will bite."
As a Great Demon, the butcher had already slaughtered thousands of humans and defeated numerous lesser demons to grow into a powerful entity. Therefore, he cherished his own life even more.
In an instant, he made his choice. Upon realizing that Ye Feihong had the strength to kill him effortlessly, he disregarded the excruciating pain from his severed arm and didn't dare to emit a cry of suffering.
In this slaughterhouse, what he loved most was the sound of the lambs awaiting slaughter. Those tragic cries were, to the butcher, the most exquisite music in the world, fueling his bloodlust and fury even further.
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