Chapter 2085: Companion Attack Chapter 2085: Companion Attack Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the man before him.
A chilling aura erupted from him, causing the man’s expression to shift.
“You’re also at the peak?!” the man exclaimed, disbelief coloring his tone.
The idea that such a young man could match his strength was unthinkable.
“Get lost!” “He’s a yes-man,” Braydon retorted disdainfully.
“No wonder he’s stuck at the ordinary peak level.
How embarrassing!” His black eyes seemed to glimmer with a hint of red.
“Gawk!” From the sky, what appeared to be a black cloud descended rapidly.
But as it drew closer, the onlookers realized it wasn’t a cloud at all—it was a massive flock of pitch-black crows.
“The top hunter from the Dark Forest, night crow!” someone whispered in fear.
Those who recognized the night crows looked on with trepidation.
The crows hovered menacingly but didn’t attack.
Their ominous presence suggested one thing: they belonged to the handsome young man standing before them.
“What do you have to say now?” Braydon’s eyes burned crimson as he spoke.
The burly man, unnerved by the night crows and Braydon’s undeniable power, silently moved aside, no longer daring to challenge him.
Braydon strode confidently toward the entrance of Life and Death Valley.
Those blocking the way quickly stepped aside.
Here, power ruled.
Respect was earned through strength alone.
Braydon stopped and glanced up at the circling crows.
“Find a place to stay and guard.
If I don’t return in ten days, leave without me,” he commanded.
With that, he entered the valley.
The crowd’s fear began to shift as the night crows disappeared into the distance.
“Without the night crows, his strength must be halved,” someone muttered.
Confidence replaced their earlier terror as whispers rippled through the group.
If Braydon had heard them, he might have laughed.
He hadn’t even revealed his full strength yet.
As he delved deeper into the Myriad Demon Mountain’s domain, Braydon felt a strange fluctuation in the spatial energy.
With no resistance, he landed softly on the ground, surrounded by a floral fragrance.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in an unexpectedly picturesque setting.
Green grass stretched around him, dotted with vibrant flowers and chirping birds.
The scene resembled a tranquil, elegant forest rather than the perilous Life and Death Valley.
Surprised, Braydon surveyed his surroundings.
He had expected a landscape littered with corpses, not something so idyllic.
It was akin to a noble’s private garden.
Curious, he reached for a bright red fruit on a nearby tree.
Plucking it effortlessly, he wiped it on his sleeve and took a bite.
The sweetness burst across his taste buds.
Yet, the more pleasant the setting, the more suspicious Braydon became.
If this place was so perfect, where were the remains of those who had supposedly perished here?
As he extended his senses to probe further, he was shocked to find his perception suppressed.
What once spanned tens of thousands of meters was now reduced to a mere hundred.
Glancing at the sky, Braydon muttered, “What’s your purpose?” Just then, he sensed someone approaching rapidly.
Turning into a black shadow, he leaped onto a tree trunk to observe.
Moments later, a chubby little figure appeared.
It was a doll-like being dressed in red undergarments, its round, fair face etched with anxiety.
“Did my intuition fail me this time?” the doll muttered.
“I sensed a chance of survival here, but I found nothing.
And now those guys are catching up.” Perched above, Braydon observed the doll intently.
“A ginseng baby,” he thought, recognizing the rare creature.
“No wonder those men chased it here despite the danger.” Indeed, two men with greedy expressions soon followed.
Their desire for the ginseng baby blinded them to the need for caution, and their auras were unmistakably exposed.
Before they could act, Braydon waved his hand, pulling the ginseng baby into his grasp.
His energy sealed its mouth, silencing it before it could react.
Braydon wasn’t ready to kill, but he also needed to tread carefully in this treacherous valley.
The two men arrived moments later, their eyes alight with anticipation.
“The ginseng baby must be close,” one said.
“It can’t have gotten far—it’s already weakened.” But before he could say more, a blade suddenly pierced his chest.
His companion, startled, stepped back swiftly.
“Boss, I’m sorry,” the second man sneered.
“A ginseng baby fetches a fortune.
With that money, I can live a life of luxury far away from here.” As he spoke, his tone turned venomous.
“Oh, by the way, your wife and I?
We’ve been together for years.
Your son?
He’s mine.
She told me everything, you know—right after we had our fun.” His laughter echoed through the valley, brimming with cruelty and arrogance.
The injured man, barely clinging to life despite his wound, glared at his betrayer.
“Hehe, you think I’ll let you have the last laugh?” he rasped.
Summoning his remaining strength, he unleashed his final move.
“Life Blade!”