After the Mountain Demon chose to ascend to the Core Formation Stage, its flesh and bones began to mutate incessantly.
The scene was akin to the arrival of a demon, causing deep fear among the Poison Cultivators of the You Pavilion.
Li Mo’s expression was subtle, as if sensing his own Golden Core was about to condense, the connection between his Taoist Body and the Mountain Demon growing ever closer.
A faint sign of transformation arose from the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, but a mere Core Formation of the Mountain Demon was not enough.
Li Mo had a premonition: once all the Tattooed Beasts completed their Spirit Roots, the Great Wilderness Immortal Body would advance further; after Core Formation and Nascent Soul, his Taoist Body would reach an unprecedented realm.
"Could it be... a Flawless Immortal Body?"
Li Mo was greatly excited, spending considerable effort to suppress his distractions.
The air twisted as the Mountain Demon officially stepped into the Core Formation Stage. Its empty abdomen churned violently, poison water condensing into a fleshy tumor of a heart.
Indeed, the Mountain Demon’s Golden Core, no matter how one looked at it, was an organ.
Since it was not a traditional Golden Core, Li Mo could not discern whether it reached Flawlessness; he could only say it exuded a mysterious aura.
The Mountain Demon’s body swelled to fifteen meters, bending down to deliver a disdainful gaze toward the crowd.
As Li Mo’s Tattooed Beast, which among them hadn’t encountered Nascent Soul entities before? How could the Mountain Demon look favorably upon a group of insignificant folk?
Li Mo suddenly recalled something and swept his Divine Sense toward the Creation Book in his Mud Pill Palace, but unfortunately, the Mountain Demon’s Golden Core was outside its imprint range.
Otherwise, his Tao Seed could gain another Divine Skill.
Li Mo felt regretful but understood that the Golden Core was a part of the Mountain Demon; the Tattooed Beast had long since been imprinted into the Great Wilderness Immortal Body.
"Hungry, hungry, so hungry."
The Jinhong Garden Master was the first to react, its massive body starting to writhe.
It opened its mouth, its tentacle-like tongue rolling up dozens of Poison Cultivators and stuffing them into its maw, causing chaos in the crowd with splattering fragments of flesh.
The Jinhong Garden Master grew numerous limbs, rushing toward the Mountain Demon in an incredibly contorted posture, the aura of a Nascent Soul unmistakable.
The Poison Cultivators bearing the Mountain Lord Head began clutching their skulls, a sound of shattered bones echoing.
Their brain tissues grew rapidly, fracturing their skulls within mere breaths; consciousness was extinguished, transforming them into mindless puppets.
The puppets swarmed behind the Jinhong Garden Master, stopping only when trampled to death by their peers.
The other Poison Cultivators in the pavilion wore expressions of fear, as though a bucket of icy water had been poured over them, prompting them to retreat collectively from their master.
The Garden Master writhed its body, secreting more mind-beguiling poisonous smoke.
The fear of the Poison Cultivators dissipated instantly, their expressions turning from despair to an extreme and deranged fervor, engaging in frenzied slaughter among themselves, the stench suffocating.
"Disciple, should we intervene?"
"No need, let’s watch the Mountain Demon’s performance."
Li Mo scrutinized the Jinhong Garden Master, noting that it completely lacked a Nascent Soul, evidently a bizarre creation crafted by the Twelve Immortals.
The Mountain Demon spat a mouthful of foul saliva, using its legs to vigorously leap into an attack.
In mid-air, it shifted into a slightly over-ten-meter form, refraining from immediately using the White Bone Stick. Blood and flesh began to mutate, growing eight flexible arms, each one extracting a rib from its abdomen.
The Mountain Demon began to resemble Sun Dasheng.
A forceful smash from the White Bone Stick.
A fissure was smashed onto the street, while the Jinhong Garden Master rolled clumsily out of the way, leading to a chaotic battle between two enormous figures amidst the district.
As for the Poison Cultivators, the Mountain Demon could trample two or three with just one foot.
Though the Mountain Demon’s cultivation barely reached Core Formation Stage, its physical strength had attained the Nascent Soul level; one-on-one, it would never be at a disadvantage.
Other Pavilion Masters watched with intent, though evidently Spider Poison Sect disciples aimed to restrain them.
Han Cai glaring at the destroyed buildings fumed in frustration: "No, no, these are all disciples of my Heart Beast Sect!"
Since discovering Poison Martial Artists could transform into Beast Cultivators through cultivation, he felt that tens of thousands of members from the Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop were all Outer Disciples of the Heart Beast Sect.
Once assimilated, the Heart Beast Sect could double in size.
"I warn you, Li Mo, don’t cause too much death and injury here."
Though the civilians near Skillful Hands Inn had already been evacuated, the Mountain Demon’s rampage might indeed impact the entire town if it continued.
Li Mo opened his palm, cultivating Gu Worms from his own flesh and blood.
One by one, Giant Stomach Worms scattered outward.
The Giant Stomach Worms contained spatial abilities, entirely capable of housing mortals.
Li Mo stopped concealing his aura, leaning against the Inn’s crumbling walls, observing every motion within the town with a contemplative gaze.
He sensed that the Spider Poison Sect disciples were now directing their full attention toward him.
The Mountain Demon leapt onto the Jinhong Garden Master’s back, biting off dozens of kilograms of flesh, and after swallowing it, its arm transformed into a massive bone hammer.
With a single swing, the Jinhong Garden Master was sent hurtling over ten meters.
The Centipede Garden Master, seeing this, broke free and joined the assault on the Mountain Demon, shedding clusters of flesh and remnants as it moved, which roused competition among the Poison Cultivators.
"Don’t hold back now, lest your monkey head be lost."
Li Mo issued a warning. The Mountain Demon ceased holding back, pulling out a treasure from its spine.
The Mountain Demon seemed increasingly prone to emitting incomprehensible cries, which accompanied a forceful thrust with the White Bone Stick, piercing cleanly through the body of the Jinhong Garden Master.