The hydra looked super angry at this point.

"You have quite the skills little boy, it seems I underestimated you. But that's all you can do, accept your death." The hydra hissed spewing poisonous fume on him.

Anthony moved to the area with a lower concentration of the poisonous fumes, and the hydra quickly slapped its tail towards him in a flogging motion. Anthony bent in an awkward angle, making the snake tail miss him. He jumped on the hydra's long trunk and unleashed a series of attacks and cuts on it. The hydra hissed and shook violently, slapping its tail around in an upwards motion in its desperate attempt to shake Anthony off.

Anthony finally fell off and the hydra hissed in pain, feeling angry that a puny human humiliated him so.

"This won't do, its body heals faster than I can inflict them. Tiny wounds like this won't hold it down, talk more of killing it, and I'm already tired of holding my breath. I need to kill it immediately, but where could its weak spot and core be?"

In a few minutes, man and hydra have already exchanged a few moves, with the hydra fighting with every part of its body. An idea suddenly occurred to Anthony and he quickly unleashed it. The hydra's startled scream followed his actions, followed by a burst of liquids made up of blood and toxins. Anthony had used a special technique to split the hydra into two, starting from its middle head, to tht tip of its tail. Anthony quickly brought out a fire talisman and set one half of the hydra on fire to ensure there won't be any method the hydra will use to revive itself.

"Let's move to the next." Anthony whispered with a proud smile and sheated the dagger.

*****

Anthony took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He had stumbled into a waterfall with thick spiritual energy and he quickly took advantage of it to cultivate all night.

"Third tier of ancestor realm. This is too poor. How can I cultivate faster?" Anthony muttered with a frown, searching his memories to see if there were any ancient methods helpful to his condition in any of the books he read, but there was none.

According to the known current cultivation capacity, cultivation realms were divided into nine: Mortal, master, grandmaster, ancestor, emperor, saint realm, demi-god, God threshold, and God realm.

Mortal was the lowest, with the god realm being the hardest to reach. And each of the levels is divided into tiers 1-9. As one gets more powerful, advancing their cultivation becomes more difficult.

"The energy here is too thin. Where can I find a place with dense spiritual energy?" Anthony muttered as he walked along the dark pavements of the perilous lands. He had been fighting since he woke up in the perilous lands with numerous wounds on his body. But surprisingly, rather than feel exhausted, he felt refreshed and giddy with excitement. Even the cold nether aura and howls of fiends didn't bother him. He simply walked through the ghost town alone without fear, like he ruled the jungle.

He noticed that after each battle, his combat prowess and real battle experience increased significantly, which in turn helped his cultivation and forge his body. He has already been in the perilous lands for four days—two days unconscious and two days battling different monsters and evil creatures.

"According to the plaque at the entrance, the deeper I travel to the portal, the greater the dangers. And the monsters I encounter will be more powerful too. It also mentioned that at the end is a portal to two dimensions—hell and the cultivation world. However, going to the cultivation world was impossible and no one has ever returned from the perilous lands alive since the dragon clan discovered the portal. They always end up in hell's portal. I wonder what hell's portal looks like." He muttered as he walked slowly along the path.

All of a sudden, a sense of foreboding arose in him and he quickly halted his steps, his eyes quickly roved around in search of the culprit that made him nervous. He didn't hear any suspicious noise, it was just a gut feeling that something unpleasant was about to happen.

Before he could analyse the situation properly, the ground where he was standing caved in, sending him plunging deep underground.

"What the fuck?" He roared and quickly stabbed a dagger sideways, hoping to bridge his fall using the walls of sand on his either side. However, his actions only seemed to compound the problem because the area he stabbed collapsed faster, making sand, silt and mud to cover his head, and his vision turned blurry.

Even though the dagger was still stabbed into the mud wall, he kept sliding down at an alarming speed, dragging the dagger along the way, and created a long vertical gash which caused more sand to cover him. After falling for a full three minutes, he finally hit the ground with a loud thud. Anthony patted the sand away and looked up. He gasped in horror and quickly rolled out of the way. At once, a huge rock accompanied by clay and sand fell on the spot he just vacated, till it completely covered the hole he fell into.

Anthony gasped in horror and scrambled to his feet, staring at the sand pillar that now stood in place of the hole. The sand and debris filtering into his eyes were the least of his problems. His heart sank as he kept staring at the landslide that just happened, wondering how the fuck he was going to leave when the entrance has been blocked.

"Don't give up, I'm sure there must be some other way." He whispered and looked around, noticing that he was in something that resembled a mighty cave. Ancient flaming torches were affixed to the walls using unknown metals.

"This place seems to be centuries old, how come the wooden torches are still burning bright till now? Where the fuck is this place?" Anthony whispered as he walked around the area. There seemed to be ancient markings on the walls written in a language he couldn't understand.

As he was still walking around in search of an exit, he entered one of the sub rooms in the cave. He heard a loud growl behind him and quickly turned around. At once, he came face to face with a beast with hungry looking eyes, staring at him with so much eagerness, akin to a starving man who just had a feast delivered to him. The monster had the face of an owl and the body of a jackal, making a weird combination.

"Blood lust kung dao bird?" He whispered in dismay, as the information about the mythical bird quickly appeared in his memories.

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