Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao put all his strength into this strike, believing that even a Half-step Netherworld Envoy would find it uncomfortable if hit on the head. He couldn’t kill the Grand Protector on his own, but if he could injure him, it would give him a chance to escape.

But to his surprise, the Grand Protector’s reaction was unexpectedly quick. In the blink of an eye, a mysterious force dragged the samurai puppet he was holding underground.

That wasn’t all. Several people suddenly emerged from the ground, blocking the path between the Grand Protector and Yang Xiao.

At this moment, Yang Xiao had no way to retreat. He could only grit his teeth and put more force into his downward strike.

Without a doubt, the Ghost Bamboo Stick tore through these guys’ bodies one by one, but the feedback made Yang Xiao’s heart pound.

Their bodies seemed tempered by some force, far sturdier than ordinary people, even more so than envoys with magic artifacts. This couldn’t be explained by the robust physique of Withered Bone Pavilion disciples.

It wasn’t until he split open the last person that Yang Xiao realized the problem. These guys were indeed not disciples of Withered Bone Pavilion, and they weren’t even fully "human" anymore. They all had that Blood Fertile Soil inside them, more like puppets corrupted by the Grand Protector’s strange power.

But they had no special offensive skills. Their eyes were vacant, and their outfits varied. They had been buried in the Blood Fertile Soil, left to be corroded by that strange power, and at critical moments, they were pulled out to take the hits.

These pitiful guys were basically sacrifice substitutes. The Withered Bone Pavilion’s Grand Protector’s use of Space Power wasn’t inferior to his own, perhaps even stronger.

After the Ghost Bamboo Stick tore through the last blood puppet, most of the spiritual power injected into it was exhausted, and what awaited Yang Xiao was a swift and fierce iron fist.

When he saw the emaciated, fist wearing a black Finger Tiger aiming at him, Yang Xiao instinctively wanted to dodge, but then he realized he couldn’t move.

Looking down, he saw that his feet had somehow gotten buried in the Blood Fertile Soil, and the blood soil, reeking with a stench and writhing like a living creature, revealed faintly discernible faces below.

At this moment, Yang Xiao suddenly understood. He knew what lay beneath the blood soil: substitute puppets!

These substitute puppets were enemies killed by this move of the Grand Protector. All opponents who died in his Blood Domain would be devoured by this blood soil, becoming these mindless substitute puppets.

Perhaps these puppets had other functions, not only to die in place of others, but obviously, that was no longer Yang Xiao’s concern, as he no longer had the mind for it.

As that fist moved toward him bit by bit, time and space seemed almost stagnant at this moment. Yang Xiao truly scented the tragic smell of death named despair. He couldn’t believe that his promising life had ended here.

He began to regret coming, realizing that he should have heeded Vice Commissioner Zhao’s warning. One should know contentment and not be greedy for everything.

Memories started flashing through his mind. Yang Xiao had experienced this before, but soon he realized it was different this time because... this time, it was especially long.

What shocked Yang Xiao even more was that, at the last moment, the Grand Protector of Withered Bone Pavilion pulled back, causing his fist to scrape past Yang Xiao’s face while he rotated using the momentum, landing comically in the Blood Fertile Soil, and disappearing instantly.

At this moment, a blood-red long spear pierced the air in front of Yang Xiao with lightning speed, the three-edged spear tip vibrating and emitting a low hum.

A tall figure clad in Patrol Defense Office combat gear stood before him, with a faint dark red glow in his left eye.

"Why are you only coming now?!" Yang Xiao was nearly beaten to tears by the Grand Protector and shouted angrily at the late-arriving Wu Qingcang.

After receiving intelligence from Vice Commissioner Zhao, Yang Xiao had sought out Wu Qingcang, who had promised to assist.

He had been quietly trailing Yang Xiao’s group, intending to use them as bait, drawing out all the ambushers, and then capturing them in one fell swoop. But this guy... he was far too late! They were nearly killed!

"Do you not know why I’m late?" Wu Qingcang looked towards the other side of the battlefield, but there was no one there. He seemed to imply something farther away.

Yang Xiao immediately understood, realizing he was in the wrong, and awkwardly smiled without saying anything further.

"Move aside, don’t get in the way here." Wu Qingcang glanced at him with a hint of anger and then looked away.

"Captain Witch, be careful. They have two opponents, both at Half-step Nether Realm level, and that Grand Protector can use..."

"Thwack!"

Wu Qingcang suddenly thrust his spear into the ground without warning, and in the next moment, as the spear shook, a blood-red halo exploded from the spear tip, causing a dozen corpses to emerge from the ground—those same blood puppets that had given Yang Xiao such headaches.

With the puppets slain, the once-muddy Blood Fertile Soil instantly reverted to its original state, and the ground underfoot became solid once more.

"Overlord Spear!!" Suddenly, someone noticed this side of the battlefield. It was Xuansha Daoist, his shrill voice betraying his inner fear.

In the next moment, Wu Qingcang’s figure flashed, appearing not far in front of Xuansha, and his spear tightened before performing a Great Splitting Spear Technique aimed at Xuansha’s head.

Xuansha raised a token to summon Yin Thunder, but as a red light flashed before his eyes, the Yin Thunder dissipated instantly along with the token, severing its connection with him.

At the critical moment, Xuansha immediately recalled the three protective Yin Corpses closest to him to block his front.

But in the face of the Overlord Spear, the previously invincible strong Yin Corpses seemed as frail as paper, split apart instantly.

Xuansha watched helplessly as the spear struck heavily upon his chest, sending him flying and causing him to spit blood in mid-air.

After crashing to the ground in a sorry state, Xuansha scrambled to his feet and, without daring to glance back, mounted the nearest Yin Corpse and fled.

At this moment, Xuansha could only curse himself for not being born with two more legs.

Others might not know the power of Wu Qingcang with the Overlord Spear, but he did. Though they all were at the Half-step Nether Realm, not all were equal in strength.

He knew his Half-step Nether Realm was somewhat lacking, suitable for overpowering Netherworld Level opponents but ineffective against Envoys of the same realm. However, Wu Qingcang with his Half-step Nether Realm could contend even with the Nether Realm.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!