"This is bad. The Thousand-mile White Jade Sword is a one-time-use Magical Treasure. The moment its white light vanishes, its Essence will be completely consumed," Guu Hongxiu said, her slender brows furrowing as she watched.
The moment their speed slowed, Wen Qingye could feel the Flying Corpse behind them rapidly closing in.
"What do we do?" Wan’Er’s face instantly paled. Feeling the Flying Corpse’s malevolent aura, her voice began to tremble.
Guu Hongxiu said calmly, "Let’s just hold on a little longer. Vile creatures like Zombies have always been something we are sworn to eliminate. If an expert discovers it, they will surely slay it. All we need to do now is buy some time."
Guu Hongxiu wasn’t wrong. Historically, the discovery of such an evil creature would trigger a relentless hunt, because once a Zombie reached the realm of a Drought Fiend, it would be a terrifying disaster for the entire Eastern Profound Domain.
Wen Qingye’s expression remained grave. Looking at the Flying Corpse behind them, he slowly said, "But haven’t you noticed? That Flying Corpse is getting closer and closer."
Guu Hongxiu also fixed her eyes on the Flying Corpse behind them. It was now visibly closing the distance.
"This..." Guu Hongxiu’s Heart Spirit was in turmoil, and she was at a complete loss for words.
She knew perfectly well how formidable this Flying Corpse was. Her all-out attack had been blocked with ease. ’Just how terrifying is its strength?’
"Should I make a move?" the Ice Python asked.
Wen Qingye shook his head. "No, you’re no match for it. The Flying Corpse’s strength is around the Life and Death Realm Fifth Layer. Even if its aura is unstable from a recent breakthrough, it’s at least as strong as a Fourth Heaven of Life and Death Realm expert. Besides, Zombies are exceptionally powerful for their cultivation level. You wouldn’t even withstand a single one of its moves."
Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, the Ice Python gradually suppressed its restless agitation.
Watching the Flying Corpse draw ever closer, the hairs on Guu Hongxiu’s and Wan’Er’s arms stood on end as a profound terror spread through their hearts.
’It’s a shame we only have one Thousand-mile White Jade Sword.’ Guu Hongxiu bit her lip, her mind racing for a solution. But she was quickly discovering that in the face of such a colossal power gap, there were no solutions to be had.
Wan’Er anxiously clutched the front of Wen Qingye’s robes. "We’re doomed! If that monster catches us, we’re really and truly doomed!"
"Don’t worry. Let’s just wait and see," Wen Qingye said slowly, comforting her.
Time trickled by. The light of the White Jade Sword beneath their feet grew ever dimmer, and its speed continued to drop. Meanwhile, the Flying Corpse behind them drew ever closer.
It felt as if death itself were creeping toward them. Once the Flying Corpse was upon them, the heavily injured Guu Hongxiu, Wen Qingye, and Wan’Er would be unable to withstand even a single move.
Time was running short, and both women’s hearts were in their throats.
In just a few more breaths, the trio could clearly make out the Flying Corpse’s pale face and form.
"What do we do now?" Guu Hongxiu asked Wen Qingye, having lost her usual composure.
Before he could answer, all three felt their hearts clench violently.
BOOM! BOOM!
Several beams of black light suddenly ripped through the air, making it tremble. They radiated a boundless, intimidating might, and their aura was incomparably malevolent.
The black beams were incredibly fast, reaching the trio in the blink of an eye.
Gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his meridians, Wen Qingye drew the One Thought Sword from his back. In the next instant, the sword was engulfed in golden light, erupting with an emperor’s might. Its power was incomparably domineering, imbued with the boundless Overlord Law.
"Sixth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Only I am the Emperor!"
A vast and boundless Sword Aura surged toward the black beams. As the golden aura drew near, the malevolent energy within the black light actually began to recede.
But in the next instant, the black beams surged forward again with unstoppable force, completely shattering Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura.
Wan’Er’s Life-Trapping Curse was also crushed in an instant. The difference in their power was simply too vast.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
As the black beams struck, Wan’Er was lucky; one only grazed her arm, tearing the skin. Wen Qingye, however, took a heavy blow straight to the chest.
The moment the black beam impacted Wen Qingye’s chest, a five-colored pattern appeared and began to spin before him. It was ruthlessly pierced, but not before it had dissipated most of the attack’s force.
SPURT!
Blood slowly trickled down his chest.
"Are you all right?" Guu Hongxiu cried out in alarm, seeing him get hit in the chest.
"I’m fine!" Wen Qingye shook his head, his eyes perfectly calm as if nothing was wrong.
Their lives now hung by a thread. Even Wen Qingye could feel the aura of death, and his mind raced, constantly searching for a way to escape.
Wen Qingye watched the rapidly approaching Flying Corpse. While its aura remained as violent as ever, its eyes had lost some of their eerie glow, replaced by a glint of awareness.
When the Flying Corpse saw Wen Qingye, its brow twitched, and its shoulders trembled slightly.
Then, its eyes locked onto Guu Hongxiu. Noticing its gaze, Guu Hongxiu’s expression changed. She straightened up, her posture taut with vigilance.
The Flying Corpse waved its palm, and the black beams of light converged, growing more explosive and dense. The Primordial Qi for miles around seemed to be sucked into a vacuum.
A vast, surging pressure swept out in all directions, seemingly staining the surrounding clouds black.
The powerful Flying Corpse’s presence enveloped an area of several miles.
Wan’Er’s face turned deathly pale. She closed her eyes, resigned to her fate, and waited for death to claim her. Guu Hongxiu, however, gritted her teeth, preparing to stand for one last life-or-death struggle.
Wen Qingye stared intently into the Flying Corpse’s eyes as a thought suddenly clicked into place. ’My Primordial Qi is depleted and I’m injured. A physical fight would be certain death. But this Flying Corpse’s mind may have recovered... In that case, I’ll test it.’
With this thought, his resolve solidified.
He immediately channeled his energy, executing a Sound Transmission Secret Skill. His Primordial Spirit transformed into a silken thread and shot directly into the Flying Corpse’s spiritual world.
Zombies do not possess a Primordial Spirit, only their own world of spiritual delusion.
If anyone knew that Wen Qingye had just sent his spirit into a Zombie’s spiritual world, they would think he was beyond audacious—that he was actively courting death. Zombies were the most malevolent of creatures; any encounter was a fight to the death.
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