The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Fang Lin wanted to stop it, but there was no time at all. This creature ignored him altogether and just went its own way.

Right when the blood-colored longsword pointed its tip at the Blood Lake, there came a sudden roar from inside, as if some frightening beast was lurking within, and the provocative behavior of the longsword completely enraged the entity in the lake.

Only to see the water of the Blood Lake churning, a hand composed entirely of blood rose from it, reaching straight for the floating blood-colored longsword.

The blood-colored longsword hummed, seeming extremely disdainful. With a flicker of the sword light, the hand composed of blood immediately dispersed.

However, the next moment, the hand was restored to its original state, and even larger, with more blood congregating into it.

The oversized hand howled as it approached, carrying a horrific scent of blood, seemingly wanting to drag the blood-colored longsword into the lake and suppress it.

Fang Lin watched this scene, his mind shocked. There was definitely something strange in the Blood Lake, for it acted this peculiarly.

However, he wasn’t too worried. He had seen the power of the blood-colored longsword; the weapon of the Demon Saint would not be suppressed this easily.

Just as expected, even though the blood-soaked hand was gigantic and intimidating, facing the blood-colored longsword, it was like it met its natural enemy.

Only to see the blood-colored longsword suddenly slash down, cutting the blood-soaked giant hand instantly in half.

The water of the Blood Lake boiled, and columns of water shot straight up, all of them reaching out with palms, trying to grab the blood-colored longsword.

The blood-colored longsword easily slashed out, and in the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the water columns completely dispersed unable to pose any threat.

Fang Lin, observing this, finally put his mind at ease. However, he secretly despised that if the blood-colored longsword put forward the same effort when he was ambushed in the secret forest, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a messy situation.

“Damn thing, sooner or later, I’ll make you obey my words.” Fang Lin muttered in his heart.

At this moment, the Blood Lake seemed to perceive the strength of the blood-colored longsword and began to emit a terrifying aura as if something was slowly awakening.

Fang Lin was shocked by this aura, quickly sitting down and retreating a distance. Only then did he feel slightly better.

The blood-colored longsword floated in the air as if completely oblivious, still provoking the Blood Lake.

Just then, four black vines, not red, sprang from the Blood Lake. They carried a metallic sheen and an incredibly horrific aura.

The blood-colored longsword immediately slashed out, the Sword Qi hitting one of the vines, but failed to split it.

The next moment, four black vines came from four directions, binding the blood-colored longsword.

“Seriously!?” Fang Lin exclaimed in surprise, could it be that the blood-colored longsword was going to be subdued by the entity in the Blood Lake? This was not good for him.

Although the blood-colored longsword wasn’t reliable on ordinary days, and often let him down at crucial times, it was after all a divine weapon of the Demon Saint, Fang Lin couldn’t bear to lose it like this.

But right now, Fang Lin could not do anything. He couldn’t even get close to the Blood Lake, if he tried, he was certain that the lake would suppress him as well.

At this time, Fang Lin thought of the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint, and pondered whether to release him to aid the blood-colored longsword.

However, after a moment of consideration, Fang Lin completely abandoned the thought; releasing the Demon Saint might lead to an unpredictable outcome.

Meanwhile, the four black vines were pulling the blood-colored longsword into the Blood Lake.

Fang Lin was anxious and helpless, he could only watch the events unfold.

The blood-colored longsword struggled, appearing quite panicked, and released a constant stream of Sword Qi. However, it could not inflict any damage to these four vines.

Not long after, the blood-colored longsword was pulled into the Blood Lake by the four vines and disappeared as if being suppressed to the bottom.

Fang Lin was stunned. Was this the end? Had the blood-colored longsword been suppressed just like that?

Fang Lin felt anxious. He placed great importance on the blood-colored longsword. Losing such a Divine Weapon was quite a painful realization for him.

Just at that moment, there was another movement in the Blood Lake. Amidst the churning blood water, from the depths of the lake, there came a roar of fury.

Visible to the naked eye, the water of the Blood Lake was gradually receding.

Yes, the water of the Blood Lake was indeed decreasing. Fang Lin saw it clearly; unless his eyes were playing tricks on him, the reality was that the water in the Blood Lake was getting lesser.

Seeing this, Fang Lin realized that the blood-colored longsword hadn’t been suppressed at all. Instead, it began absorbing water from the Blood Lake from within.

Fang Lin’s mouth twitched. This was Blood Lake, a forbidden area known for its deadly nature. But this blood-colored longsword was really too abnormal, directly absorbing blood from the bottom of the lake. By the looks of it, it was not going to stop until the entire Blood Lake was drained.

No wonder, the blood-colored longsword so easily let the four vines pull it into the bottom of the lake earlier. From the start, it was setting a trap and luring the enemy in. Fang Lin thought it strange at the time, how could the blood-colored longsword be captured so easily with its power.

Now, the entity inside the lake would have a headache; the blood-colored longsword began absorbing the water at the bottom of the lake, and within a short span, the lake had lost roughly one-fifth of its water, with the water level dropping at a noticeable pace.

Seeing this, Fang Lin was completely relieved. The behavior of the blood-colored longsword had not changed, it was still drawn to the blood. This time, the Blood Lake had provoked it and was likely to face dire consequences.

The water level was consistently dropping, and the lake was filled with roars of anger. Black vines inside the lake kept thrashing, trying to drive the blood-colored longsword away.

However, the blood-colored longsword was stubborn, much like Bone Maggots, and stayed rooted at the bottom of the lake, completely indifferent and absorbed in draining the lake.

Fang Lin eased his mind and stopped paying attention to the situation at the Lake, continuing to meditate and heal, striving to recover as soon as possible.

A few hours later, when Fang Lin opened his eyes again, he was shocked by the sight before him.

The previously imposing Blood Lake had dried up, and the stench of blood had greatly decreased.

Fang Lin’s injuries had healed considerably. He walked to the edge and looked down. The Blood Lake was very shallow now, revealing the existence within it.

In the lakebed of Blood Lake, there was an old, withered tree. On this old tree, there were these black vines, appearing much like tentacles.