My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 380 - 152: Joyful Rat Buddha, Mysterious Boss (Request for monthly ticket)_2

Chapter 380: Chapter 152: Joyful Rat Buddha, Mysterious Boss (Request for monthly ticket)_2

Thud!

Just a slight squeeze from the Curse Crow’s claws shattered it into countless pieces.

Any flesh and blood lifeform would be affected by the Petrification Curse.

"Usually, shouldn’t there be many Corrupt Venomous Bees gathering honey? Why are there none..."

Gary Smith was somewhat puzzled. He hadn’t seen a single janitor characteristic of the Nest of Corruption, but he didn’t think much of it. It might be that the Queen Bee had commanded these workers to guard the Primitive Rising Spirit Tree.

So he ventured deeper into the Nest of Corruption. The deeper he went, the stronger the Miasma became. Even though he had ingested an antidote in advance, his skin still faintly felt a prickling pain.

If an ordinary person entered this place, they would be corroded instantly, turning into a rotten "Flesh Flower" for the bees to gather honey.

Furthermore, besides containing strong poison, the Miasma also contains Spiritual Power, causing most Beastmasters to lose their sense of direction.

"However... this majority doesn’t include me!"

Gary Smith faintly smiled. Upon entering the Secret Realm, he had ordered Little Spider to release fifteen Shimmering Spiders and Blood Erosion Worms to conduct a carpet-search. Using living organisms as radars, relaying signals to form a living map.

Now, the information had been relayed back.

Looking at it, Gary Smith not only confirmed the location of the Primitive Rising Spirit Tree, but also grasped the positions of some individuals, including the locations of the other two companions of Joseph Banner, the bald man, and the elderly lady in black.

"However, I am not one to hold grudges. I just want to send them a gift before picking the fruit!"

A thought crossed Gary Smith’s mind. He allowed himself to be swallowed up by the Miasma, and the Petrification Curse Crow took flight along with the other three Curse Crows, soaring low in the sky.

He moved forward under the watchful eyes of the crows!

...........

On the other side, the bald man and the elderly lady in black were walking in the Nest of Corruption with grim faces. Their plan had been disrupted, leaving them quite in a mess.

The bald man gritted his teeth and said, "Just who is this disciple? Why did he suddenly ambush Joseph Banner? Do they have a grudge?"

"I’m not his mother. How could I possibly know that clearly."

The elderly lady in black retorted unhappily, looking at the bald man who wanted to vent his anger, she ominously said:

"With Joseph’s death, many of the arrangements we had in place can’t be utilized now. We need to hurry now to the Primitive Rising Spirit Tree and activate our last resort to bury these Beastmasters. The temper of ’that’ person isn’t good... if we fail the task, not only will we get no benefits, our end will be miserable too..."

"Hmph, I don’t need you to tell me, I know the consequences. Let’s head to the Miasma Valley where the beehive is!"

The bald man snorted coldly, suppressing his inner rage and moving quickly along the path, only to encounter an attack from a Mutated Centipede.

He glanced at this Mutated Centipede, a mere Elite Pinnacle, and didn’t take it to heart, as long as it wasn’t a Corrupt Venomous Bee.

"Roar!"

Without the BeastMaster issuing a command, the Arctic Mammoth lifted one foot, prepared to crush it like squashing an ant. However, just as it was about to make contact, the Bloody Wind Centipede suddenly morphed into a disciple. Leaning on a Civilization Stick, he laughed lightly:

"Everyone, we meet again!"

"Not good!"

The bald man and the elderly woman in black were shocked. Before they could react, the Disciple had a massive cannon appear behind him, formed from an intertwining of numerous Thousand-faced Soul Tree Roots. Ghostly power gathered and compressed within the cannon before being abruptly launched!

Boom, boom, boom!

Thousand-faced Armament—Ghostly Shattering Star Cannon!

With the firing of the cannon, even though the Arctic Mammoth promptly formed an ice shield for protection, it couldn’t stop the soul-targeting attack and was directly hit in its soul.

Crack, crack, crack!

Hundreds of twisted "ghosts" pierced through the Arctic Mammoth’s body, gnawing at its soul and causing tons of damage.

"Roar!"

The mammoth let out an agonized howl, the instinctive spreading of its frosty aura almost reaching the bald man. Despite dodging in time, his clothes were still covered in a layer of frost.

"You dare to come back!"

The bald man was furious. He was about to join hands with the elderly lady in black to kill the disciple here and found... the guy had disappeared.

He fought and then ran!

This shameless action almost made them spit out blood.

Such a jerk,

Absolutely no dignity of a strong person!

Following that, they suffered one after another from the disciple’s surprise attacks, where he transformed into a rock, a tree, or even an insect. While most were unsuccessful, there were also a few close calls.

The key was that the enemy kept maintaining a "hit-and-run" strategy, which didn’t present them any opportunity.

Therefore, under such high-intensity attacks, the two of them became increasingly stressed and were even close to the brink of collapse.

"Damn it!!"

Following another attack that just ended, the bald man was so mad that his eyes turned red. He wished he could skin and break the enemy into pieces, but more than that...

Fear!

"Where on earth..."

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked around, it was as if everything around him had come alive. The flowers, plants, trees, and woods, rocks, even the Miasma seemed to have life, all staring at him with invisible eyes.

For the first time, the bald man felt what is known as ’every bush and tree looks like an enemy’.

He didn’t know that the disciple was actually Gary Smith, only knew that after killing Joseph Banner, instead of rushing to grab the Primitive Spirit Raising Fruit, he was toying with them, just like a...