Each anesthetic syringe was filled with different animal tranquilizers: ethyl carbamate, etorphine methoxyflurane compound, ketamine compound, dihydroetorphine...
Some of these anesthetics were purchased by Li Ang under the guise of a small pet clinic; others were prepared by Li Ang himself, utilizing his knowledge of chemistry. Each syringe contained enough to paralyze the muscles and induce sleep in creatures as large as elephants or even blue whales in a matter of minutes, or even seconds.
Little Gorō, the Mountain Demon in a deep slumber—that would be you!
Li Ang's Cat's Eye suddenly unleashed a dazzling brilliance.
The furiously enraged Mountain Demon suddenly saw countless... chickens wearing clothes?
These chickens surrounded the Mountain Demon and uniformly started dancing and hopping around.
The dance of the flock wasn't exactly graceful or attractive; in fact, it was a bit ugly and unpleasant to look at.
But it was as if some strange Magic Power compelled the Mountain Demon to watch intently without looking away.
One second, two seconds—the illusion of the flock of chickens suddenly vanished, and the Mountain Demon's eyes cleared.
The instant it realized it had been fooled, the Mountain Demon felt both shock and anger. It ferociously turned its head, only to see Li Ang, his face as pale as snow, looking at it with an extremely provocative smile and holding an anesthetic gun with an empty magazine.
Li Ang, channeling most of Chai Cuiqiao's Spiritual Power, could only confuse the Mountain Demon with his Illusion Technique for a mere two or three seconds,
but those two or three seconds were enough for him to inject all the anesthetics into the bloody holes torn by the AK-47 bullets.
The Mountain Demon, incensed, was just about to throw a punch when it was terrified to discover a numb sensation spreading across its back, quickly followed by its shoulders and neck, waist and abdomen, legs, and arms...
The tranquilizers contained quite a bit of a muscle relaxant known as an N2 nicotinic acetylcholine receptor antagonist.
As long as it was a creature of flesh and blood, reliant on cells and motor nerves for movement, escaping the clutches of muscle relaxants would be impossible.
The Mountain Demon felt all its muscles trembling and growing numb. Its blood pressure plummeted, its heart rate slowed, and its cardiac rhythm became disordered. It staggered forward a step and nearly collapsed.
Its gaping maw opened instinctively, its red tongue hanging out, viscous saliva dripping continuously from its sharp teeth, forming a long thread. Those deep brown eyes, filled with violence and arrogance, also gradually became cloudy and unclear.
The Mountain Demon, eyes wide open, fell to its knees.
The members of the mission squad looked at each other in bewilderment. Wanli Fengdao, who had barely climbed out from the pile of rocks, casually wiped the blood from his lips and asked indistinctly, "Is it over?"
Li Ang shook his head. "Not yet. It's just been numbed for now."
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
Wanli Fengdao, like uprooting a radish, pushed himself out of the pile of stones. He flicked his Longsword and shouted, his speech thick, "Finish it off!"
"Don't rush! Something might change. It's best to try a few ranged attacks first."
Xing Hechou grabbed Wanli Fengdao, who was about to charge in, and said in a grim, uncertain tone, "Miss Liu, can you still shoot arrows?"
The expressionless Liu Wu Dai released her left hand that was pressing on her right shoulder, allowing everyone to see her shoulder tendons, which were almost completely torn apart.
"I'll do it."
Li Ang exhaled a ragged breath and raised the assault rifle.
Ninety percent of his spiritual power was drained. His brain felt like it was roaring, as if being hammered by a pile driver, and a relentless, throbbing pain made his temples swell to their limit.
Inhale, exhale—Li Ang adjusted his breathing and swept fire at the Mountain Demon's wide-open mouth.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT! The bullets ruthlessly penetrated the Mountain Demon's soft tongue hanging out of its mouth, causing blood to gush and splatter.
He slightly raised the muzzle, aiming at the eyelid not covered by the Purple-gold Kasaya, and continued to shoot.
The bullet was slightly hindered by the eyelid, only indenting the eyeball a bit. The Mountain Demon remained utterly still.
"Is it truly stunned?" Li Ang muttered to himself, furrowing his brows as he examined it for a while. He then put away his assault rifle and took out a landmine he had stealthily pocketed a few days before.
The Claymore mine arced through the air, finally dropping into the Mountain Demon's mouth.
BOOM!
The mine exploded instantly. Shrapnel flew and steel balls scattered in all directions. The Mountain Demon's mouth was so mangled it no longer held any recognizable shape, its lips swollen like two sausages.
Xing Hechou, Monk Hui Bin, and Wanli Fengdao all gasped. They had clearly seen the Mountain Demon, whose mouth had just been blasted by the mine, move its eyelid slightly.
It was on the verge of collapsing, its body paralyzed, but not completely stunned. It was only pretending to be knocked out, waiting for someone to come close before suddenly lashing out and using its last bit of strength to take someone down with it!
Even in death, it wanted to drag an enemy down with it!
Xing Hechou was about to warn everyone but then saw Li Ang stroking his chin, squinting, and muttering very unconvincingly, "Is the anesthetic really that effective?"
While speaking, Li Ang took out a crude, gray-blue steel drum from his backpack slot.
The drum was hollow, with a bottom but no lid. At the bottom lay a dull gray, flat, disk-shaped bundle.
"We'd better try probing from a distance again."
As the others watched with frustrated and anxious expressions, Li Ang calmly and quickly dug a medium-sized pit with his Battle Axe and placed the steel drum inside it.
As a former professional soldier, Xing Hechou certainly knew what this steel drum was.
The Conscienceless Cannon, or the Flying Thunder Cannon. Calling it a cannon was a bit of a misnomer; it was really just a projectile barrel for explosives. It was filled with propellant, then the disk-shaped explosive bundle was placed inside. Igniting the propellant would launch the ten-kilogram explosive package 150 to 200 meters away.
This weapon, crude as it might be, was merely a stopgap measure when better equipment was lacking. Yet, its power was not to be underestimated. Flesh and blood, steel tanks, and even sturdy fortresses had to yield before the Conscienceless Cannon's thick barrel; if not blasted to death, they could be shaken to death by the blast wave.
The caliber was as wide as the drum. The empty drum Li Ang acquired had an insanely large caliber of 400 millimeters. The disk-shaped bundles it contained were homemade explosives of terrifying power.
Watching Li Ang skillfully digging the cannon pit and installing the drum, Xing Hechou couldn't help but stiffen, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. This kid... is just too dangerous... Goddamn, he can make a Conscienceless Cannon... He resolved deep down that after this mission, he would definitely have the Special Affairs Bureau notify the police to check residential records.
The Mountain Demon, unaware of what Li Ang was fiddling with, still feigned unconsciousness. Hearing the sounds, it couldn't help but slightly open its eyelids, revealing a slit.
The last thing it saw was a disk-shaped explosive package flying straight towards it.
BOOM!!!
The explosive package detonated instantly. It had wrapped around the Mountain Demon's head. The supposedly indestructible Purple-gold Kasaya shattered in an instant into strips of cloth, and a visible shockwave spread out from the center of the Mountain Demon's brow, rippling outward.
The full moon climbed high in the sky, and the Mountain Demon collapsed with a thunderous crash.
「Stayed within the Solitary Cold Temple for 7 days.」
「Scripted task "Lonely Mountain Cold Temple" has been completed. 5 minutes remaining until teleportation. You may choose to teleport immediately.」
「Reward settlement in progress.」