Chapter 1 Clear Vision

The hurricane swept away the thick fog, instantly clearing the view.

Only then did the crowd clearly see the monster's appearance. It was two meters tall, as thin as withered wood, and entirely a reanimated corpse. Its eyes were larger than normal, covered in blood vessels, bulging out of their sockets, extremely terrifying.

A Yi, whose sneak attack had failed, vibrated his thin wings and was about to retreat when the monster suddenly raised its hand and grabbed the bone sword above its head. "Kacha."

The hard bone sword was snapped in two.

A Yi groaned and ascended rapidly, trying to distance himself. He knew how terrifying the melee combat abilities of a Guhuo (bewitchment) demon were. In the Extraordinary stage, no profession could fight a Guhuo demon in close combat. In the Saint stage, only sword masters with sharp killing techniques and fire masters with Berserker skills could compete with the Mist Lord. The rest were not capable. The dried corpse's two eyeballs shifted upwards, staring at A Yi, who was flying higher and higher, and the hand holding the broken bone spur trembled slightly. A sharp sound of air being torn apart rang out.

The next second, the bone spur pierced A Yi's abdomen, protruding from his back, piercing through his elytra and thin wings, bringing with it a large amount of greenish liquid. Immediately afterwards, the dried corpse bent its knees and shot into the sky, intending to fight the Extraordinary stage Wugu master in the air. But at this time, A Yi's wings were damaged, and he was swaying and falling. There was nowhere to hide in mid-air.

At the critical moment, Ta Sui Ling Xiao, also a Wugu master, took out a dirty, smelly robe, put it on, and knelt down with a bang, kowtowing to the dried corpse that was soaring into the sky. Xiao Fu! (Curse of misfortune!)

Zhang Yuanqing, who was not far away, raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene. He recognized this item. Its previous owner was Li Xianzong.

Back in Yin-Yang Town, before Li Xianzong died, he retrieved all his Daobei (items) into the item bar. Those items returned to Lingjing along with his death. He didn't expect someone else to get them so quickly.

"The 'turnover rate' of Daobei in the Extraordinary stage is a bit fast... This also shows that the number of Daobei for each profession is actually limited, so there is such a high turnover rate..."

"Whoosh!"

A flaming spear shot towards them, hitting the dried corpse squarely. The huge explosion blew the Level 4 Saint away. The fire master who threw the spear was taken aback. "Bang, bang, bang." Guo He Zu, from a distance, held a large-caliber pistol and aimed at the dried corpse in mid-air, pulling the trigger. Rotating bullets accurately struck the dried corpse's head, chest, and eye sockets... With the blessing of Insight specialization, the marksmanship was amazingly accurate.

The dried corpse slowly fell, quickly swiping one hand in the air like a phantom, "plucking" 12 bullets. Then, it turned its gaze to Guo He Zu, who had fired the shots. Raising its hand, it threw the bullets in its palm fiercely towards the scout who had fired the shots.

The bullets flew faster than when they came, with bursts of sharp whistling, "spraying" towards Guo He Zu like a storm. Guo He Zu was not flustered. While changing the magazine, he took three steps diagonally backward and tilted his head.

Hehehe... The dense bullets landed in front of him, behind him, left and right. One grazed his neck, leaving dense bullet craters on the ground, but none hit him. Under the Insight specialization, the trajectory of all bullets was clearly visible in his eyes. "Careful!" Suddenly, he heard Tian Xia Gui Huo's reminder from afar. Guo He Zu's eyes flashed, and the dried corpse's tall, emaciated body was reflected in his vision, along with the two bulging eyeballs and the distorted, strange runes in the eyeballs. His brain buzzed, his consciousness was chaotic, and in the depths of his mind, a dignified voice whispered, "They are all enemies, kill all enemies... They are all enemies, kill all enemies..." Guo He Zu's expression gradually became ferocious, and he hesitated to turn his gun and pull the trigger on his companions not far away, as if facing his father's killer. Everyone was shocked, rolling or crouching, scattering and fleeing. But one Guhuo demon was unfortunately hit in the abdomen and fell to the ground injured. At this time, the dried corpse had come to the fire master who threw the spear and bewitched him with the same method, turning him into an "ally." In an instant, two Lingjing Xingzhe became turncoats and frantically attacked their teammates. Seeing this scene, the Xingzhe of the two major camps felt a sinking in their hearts.

They still underestimated the horror of a Saint stage enemy. The Mist Lord's bewitchment ability was beyond comparison to that of a Guhuo demon in the Extraordinary stage. It easily made teammates defect. At this rate, more and more people would "rebel," and everyone would kill each other. The dried corpse only needed to clean up the mess. Tian Xia Gui Huo saw through the key point at a glance and shouted loudly, "Is there any way to weaken its intelligence?" As he spoke, he pinched a ball of fire. Once he was targeted by the dried corpse, he would immediately use his fire skills.

In the time it took to say these words, another person was manipulated by the boss, frantically attacking allies and successfully killing a companion. The scene was immediately chaotic. "Cover us!"

The little fatty stepped out, and in the depths of his eyes, a vortex appeared that made souls fall into it.

In his vision, various colors appeared on the dried corpse. Different colors symbolized different emotions. Among them, the red color representing anger and violence was the most conspicuous. Immediately, he extinguished the colors other than the "deep red" one by one. Illusionists such as Hong Wei followed suit, helping him extinguish the many emotions of the dried corpse. Emotion was an extension of spiritual power. Extinguishing emotions could effectively strangle the soul.

Slkslk.

A brilliant illusionist can silently turn a normal person into a soulless living dead.

During this process, the earth monsters pressed their palms against the ground, causing the earth to bulge, and mud and bricks combined into giant palms, holding the dried corpse in their palms. At the same time, tender green vines grew out of the giant hands formed by the earth monsters, growing rapidly and entwining.

While everyone was working together to attack the dried corpse, Zhang Yuanqing used Night Wander to attack the three "rebellious" teammates, using the Fumo Chu (demon subduing pestle) to purify the power of bewitchment and restore their sanity.

At this time, the illusionists worked together to extinguish the dried corpse's emotions, leaving only deep red anger. Just as they were about to work together to extinguish this strongest remaining spiritual power, runes like blood suddenly floated in their eyes containing vortexes. "Ah..."

Miserable cries rang out everywhere. The strongest, Little Fatty and Hong Wei, had splitting headaches. The other illusionists had blood tears streaming from their eyes, or fainted on the spot, or screamed while holding their heads. They were "polluted" in reverse by the dried corpse using the spiritual bridge they had connected.

Although Guhuo demons are mainly melee fighters, the spiritual realm is not their weakness. On the contrary, the Guhuo Eye is an extremely terrifying means of spiritual manipulation. Liang Chen Ze Zhu Er Shi covered his forehead, enduring the pain, and said, "It's done, but be careful. Next, he will become extremely violent. Whoever attacks it will be targeted by it."

"Boom!" The palms formed by sand and bricks shattered one after another, and the vines shattered inch by inch. A black shadow with a sharp sound of air being torn apart, like a high-speed flying fighter jet, rushed towards the illusionists who had lost their combat power. The dried corpse's bulging eyeballs were filled with vengeful fire, and only these ants who dared to hurt him were left in his eyes. Although the illusionists failed to strangle its soul, they successfully weakened its intelligence, making it less calm and only leaving it with anger. "Bang!" In the loud gunshot, the dried corpse, which was running at high speed, suddenly threw its head to one side, its steps staggered, and its momentum was interrupted. Guan Ya had taken action. These illusionists could not die yet.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing, using Night Wander, silently approached the dried corpse and launched an attack from behind, decisively stabbing the Fumo Chu towards the back of his heart.

Seeing that this weapon was about to hit the enemy, Zhang Yuanqing's legs suddenly uncontrollably rotated, and as his vision turned, he saw the dried corpse deliver a back kick, hitting the air. Snap! The air stirred up an explosion-like sound.

If the Red Dancing Shoes hadn't taken the initiative to help him dodge, this kick would have directly kicked a hole in his abdomen. The Guhuo demon's combat intuition was strong. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall his encounter with Ou Xiangrong in the underground parking garage in Songhai. At that time, the Guhuo demon also sensed the danger in advance, preventing his sneak attack from succeeding. Guhuo demons seemed to have a super-strong intuition for danger.

In the distance, Bai Wu Jin Ji grabbed a large red bow, aimed at the dried corpse, and firmly drew the bowstring. He saw strands of blood mist flowing from his fingertips, condensing into a blood-colored arrow. Pfft!

The blood light roared and shot at the dried corpse's chest with a posture of inevitable hit.

This bow has the ability to mark targets. Anyone who is marked will definitely not be able to avoid the arrow attack, and the arrow is condensed from the master's blood essence, possessing extremely strong armor-piercing and corrosive effects. Except for earth monsters of the same level who can barely resist, any profession will be injured if they are hit by an arrow. The price of using it was already paid when the bow was drawn. - The arrow needs to be condensed with one's own blood essence. This is a weapon that harms the user as much as the enemy.

Pfft pfft pfft!!!! Bai Wu Jin Ji shot seven arrows in a row, each arrow hitting the dried corpse's chest, causing it to retreat again and again. After seven arrows, Bai Wu Jin Ji's face was as pale as paper, and his expression was haggard.

However, the dried corpse did not suffer the injuries he expected. Although its chest was stained with blood, and this blood seemed to have a strong corrosive effect, causing its invulnerable body to emit sizzling smoke, that was all.

Bai Wu Jin Ji, who had shot away all his blood essence, was stunned, and then his expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, "This monster has copper skin and iron bones. It should have been a Level 5 Saint before it died. It's difficult for us to break through its defense." Through the bow and arrow's damage feedback, he judged that the evil cultivator was at least Level 5 before his death, because the skill controlled by a Level 5 Yongzhu (warrior lord) is called "Battle God's Body (Beginner)." The greatest characteristic of this skill is invulnerability. Although the monster is no longer at its previous level, and its attributes have declined in all aspects, the foundation of its physical body will not change. The defense of Battle God's Body cannot be broken by Extraordinary stage practitioners. The dried corpse is innately invincible. "We can't break through its defense..." Everyone present's face sank. How could they fight? "Then we can only destroy its spirit. It is a resentment transformed after the death of an evil cultivator. Its weakness should be its soul." Hong Wei took out a bronze mirror engraved with dragons and phoenixes, and said, "Hold it back and give me a minute. Also, try to consume it as much as possible."

After speaking, she placed the bronze mirror in front of her and took out various materials in turn, setting up the preparations required to use the bronze mirror's skill - a soul-snatching array.

She had two Daobei that she was famous for, one was "Seven Emotions and Six Desires Loss," and the other was this bronze mirror. The bronze mirror had two major functions, one was fixing the soul, and the other was snatching the soul. The former was aimed at spiritual bodies, and as long as it saw the spiritual body, it could imprison it. The latter was aimed at the physical body, but when casting the spell, it required ritual assistance and could not directly attack the enemy. "Everyone, focus on sealing and weakening it." Zhang Yuanqing reminded loudly.

After saying that, he took out the Silencer mask returned by Tian Xia Gui Huo and threw it to the Ghost Bride. The latter controlled the mask embroidered with a white skull and approached the dried corpse, successfully completing the possession.

Faced with the same enemy and the same attack, bewitchment runes reappeared in the depths of the dried corpse's eyeballs. Bang. Guan Ya, from a distance, provided fire support. A slender bullet accurately hit the dried corpse's stiff body, hitting the forehead squarely. The dried corpse's head tilted back slightly, and a white mark appeared on its forehead.

The rifle, which could kill gods and demons in the Extraordinary stage, failed to cause any damage to it, but it interrupted the opponent's spellcasting. The Ghost Bride took advantage of the situation to manipulate the dried corpse, and the withered hands picked up the "Silencer" mask and put it on its face. The dried corpse's tall body suddenly stiffened.

On the other side, the two major camps, following Yuan Shi Tian Zun's instructions, took action one after another. "Dong!" The Wugu master, Ta Sui Ling Xiao, knelt down and kowtowed remotely to the dried corpse, and the dirty, smelly robe on his body flashed with a black light. He weakened the dried corpse's "fortune" to ensure that his allies' subsequent attacks would be successful.

Mudan Xianzi and Bai Hu Wan Sui each threw out rattan whips and chains to entangle the dried corpse's body. Both had the function of restricting movement.

Niu Lan Shan Xiao Xian Nv, on the other hand, carried a heavy wooden yoke and ran nimbly towards the back of the dried corpse. Snap! The two pieces of the wooden yoke came together and were placed on its neck. The wooden yoke did not have the ability to seal, but it could weaken the target, putting it in a weak state.

Guan Zhong Kui Bao squatted down and pressed his palms against the ground. The earth under the dried corpse's feet cracked open, swallowing it up, leaving only its head exposed above the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing used Night Wander, sneaked behind the dried corpse, held the Fumo Chu in both hands, and desperately chiseled towards the Mist Lord's heavenly spirit. Ding!

It was like chiseling on an iron plate, splashing sparks, and the force of the shock almost made the Fumo Chu slip out of his hand. It was very embarrassing. The Fumo Chu did not have an armor-piercing effect. The demon-breaking function could not be used.

Even worse, this attack "awakened" the dried corpse. Bewitchment runes reappeared in its eyes, causing the Ghost Bride who was possessing it to fall into chaos. Then, it jumped up from the ground, causing dust to fly and earth to splash in all directions. The chains and rattan broke one after another.

Finally, it took off the mask and tore it to shreds as if to vent its anger.

The level difference was too great after all. Extraordinary quality items could only trap it for a while.

At this time, the Maoshan Taoist priest, who had been watching the battle for a long time, finally seized the opportunity, used Night Wander to sneak behind the dried corpse, and in the gap between it rushing out of the ground, breaking free of the chains and vines, and tearing up the mask, he drew out a mourning stick wrapped in tattered cloth, full of yin energy.

At this time, the effect of Xiao Fu had not passed, and the dried corpse did not even notice the Night Wanderer who was attacking from behind. Snap!

In the midst of a wailing ghost cry, the mourning stick struck the dried corpse's back, causing its body to stiffen, and the spiritual light in its protruding eyeballs to dissipate. The mourning stick did not strike the physical body, but the soul.

At the same time, Sun Miao Miao spat out streams of wraiths, which intertwined with each other, wrapping into a phantom whip. Snap!

The long whip immediately struck the stiff corpse, whipping the soul and deepening the damage.

These two attacks were higher than all the previous damage combined. One minute had passed.

Hong Wei, who was far away, ended the ritual, picked up the bronze mirror carved with dragons and phoenixes, and shone it on the sluggish, stiff dried corpse.

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A void light rippled across the mirror, and then the image of the dried corpse appeared, its face ferocious, but its eyes dull. Hong Wei stretched out her right palm, and her slender, white fingers actually "pierced" directly into the mirror's surface, piercing towards the image's eyes. The eyeballs in the mirror's image burst open, and then its body shattered and disappeared into ashes.

In the distance, the spiritual light in the dried corpse's eyeballs instantly went out, and the two-meter-tall body fell straight down, with a bang, raising dust. "Success!" The Lingjing Xingzhe of the two major camps were overjoyed.

This monster was extremely ferocious. If everyone had not worked together to break through the thick fog, destroy its sanity, and finally erase its soul, it would not have been easy to kill it. Just as everyone's heartstrings were relaxed, Hong Wei's face suddenly changed, and she shouted, "There is no mission notification. It's still alive!"

Before she could finish speaking, the dried corpse stood up straight, and the intelligence rekindled in its dim eyes. In the next moment, it darted out like a supersonic fighter jet, leaving behind afterimages. Bai Wu Jin Ji roared, "Spread out, spread out, it's going to absorb blood!"

Before he could finish speaking, the dried corpse had rushed into the crowd, grabbed a Muyou (wood spirit) by the throat, snapped it with a kacha, and lowered its head to bite through the carotid artery, gulping down blood. In a few breaths, the Muyou had become a shriveled corpse. Everyone scattered in panic like birds and beasts.

The dried corpse casually threw away the Muyou's corpse, and in a blink of an eye, it swept behind a lone Wugu master, snapping his neck in the same way and sucking blood. The Guhuo demon, bloodthirsty and berserk, received nourishment from the blood essence, and its already exhausted soul was greatly replenished. "We can't beat it. It's killing us like slaughtering dogs. Everyone is its blood bank."

"It's over, this boss is stronger than an ordinary Level 4." +t. "We're doomed..." The ordinary members' emotions collapsed first, and a sense of despair enveloped them, causing them to lose their fighting spirit and flee in panic in all directions. Zhang Yuanqing, Zhao Chenghuang, A Yi, Little Fatty, and other top experts quickly thought about ways to break the situation, and their hearts were inevitably heavy.

They still had many trump cards, which was why they dared to stand here and confront the boss. Those who didn't have trump cards had already fled, but those methods were not enough to solve this terrifying dried corpse. When the trump cards were exhausted, the consequences could be imagined.

He knew it wouldn't be that simple. With the combat power of the two major camps, an ordinary Level 4 Saint was not enough to handle them. The dried corpse was a common enemy of the two major camps, and its combat power was naturally far beyond that of a Level 4 guardian Saint... Most of the Daobei with sealing and weakening functions were lost, making it difficult to replicate the situation just now. The Fumo Chu could not break through its armor. Were they going to use human lives to pile up? Zhang Yuanqing thought about ways to kill the enemy. "Bang." Guan Ya, from a distance, fired a shot, and the bullet hit the dried corpse's chest squarely, but as expected, it did not cause any substantial damage. The dried corpse picked up the bullet and looked at the high-rise building not far away.

This shot was inexplicably fired, neither achieving a protective effect nor causing damage to the enemy... Zhang Yuanqing was complaining about Guan Ya's useless effort when his gaze instinctively glanced at the dried corpse's chest. There was still a festering wound left by Bai Wu Jin Ji's arrow. His pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly understood Guan Ya's intention. Zhang Yuanqing shouted, "This is just a shell that has been dead for many years. It has no regenerative ability, and the wound will not heal, unlike a real Level 5 Mist Lord. Keep attacking its chest."

A Yi, Jiu Lou Yu, Wei Wo Du Zun, Zhao Chenghuang, and others were stunned for a moment and looked at the dried corpse's chest. Then, their eyes lit up. Jiang Jingwei took the lead. Her body ignited with raging flames, and her red hair spread out one by one, entwined with dark red fire elements.

She activated her talent skill, "Berserker," and her aura soared, reaching the Saint stage, like a cannonball fired from the chamber, dragging a trailing flame, and in the blink of an eye, she swept across tens of meters, rushing to the dried corpse's front and waving her small fist towards its chest.

The Ghost Bride appeared behind the dried corpse again, possessing it and interfering with its actions to ensure that Jiang Jingwei's attack could hit. Bang. For a time, firelight raged, and flames flew horizontally. Jiang Jingwei was sent flying, and the invulnerable dried corpse's chest was slightly dented. Jiang Jingwei crashed heavily to the ground and rolled continuously. She quickly stabilized her body and, without waiting to get up, stomped her legs forcefully and transformed into a stream of fire again, rushing towards the dried corpse at an extremely fast speed. The fire master's offensive was as invasive as fire.

Just then, she saw the pair of protruding eyeballs, lighting up with the iconic twisted runes. But this time, the Guhuo Eye's incantation became extremely dim. The Ghost Bride was still inevitably thrown into chaos, and Jiang Jingwei's thoughts stagnated, her brain was in a chaotic state, and her body, under the effect of inertia, crashed straight into the dried corpse.

The dried corpse stepped forward, and its right arm shot out like a spear, piercing towards Jiang Jingwei's face. This punch was enough to smash the girl's head. Suddenly, the flames burning on Jiang Jingwei's body automatically converged towards her head, condensing into a helmet composed of flames. At the same time, another thick yellow light lit up, enveloping her. "Boom!" The helmet and the yellow light shattered at the same time.

Two body protection magic items were destroyed by a punch, but they also completed their mission, blocking the thrust of the straight punch.

The dried corpse retracted its fist, and the follow-up attack followed. It took another step, and the shriveled muscles of its right leg suddenly swelled, pushing its knee and slamming into the girl's abdomen. Jiang Jingwei covered her abdomen and knelt on the ground, spitting out a large amount of undigested grilled meat and stomach acid, her small face twisted into a ball.

She felt a strong wind above her head, knowing that the third attack had arrived, but the pain made her body unable to move and unable to make an effective response. However, Zhang Yuanqing silently appeared behind Jiang Jingwei, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and pulled her back. "Dong!" The dried corpse's stomp landed on the ground, stamping out a large pit.

The attack missed, and it did not continue to pursue. It suddenly turned around and punched behind it.

A figure fell out of the void, it was Zhao Chenghuang in his Ghostified state. His arms, covered in blue blood vessels, were limply drooping, and he was retreating. Just now, he wanted to sneak attack the dried corpse, but he was detected by the opponent in advance. In a hurry, he blocked with his arms, and his arms suffered comminuted fractures.

While retreating, Zhao Chenghuang manipulated a Level 4 Yinshi (corpse soldier) to attack from the side, a high kick interrupting the dried corpse that was about to take advantage of the situation, and then two steps closer, twisting its waist, and the Yinshi launched a fist at an even faster speed, from bottom to top, hitting the Yinshi under the arm, and the elbow strike inevitably shifted upwards.

But after all, it was a Level 4 Yinshi, and its speed and strength were far beyond what a Level 3 Xingzhe could compare to. It quickly fought with the dried corpse, and the two sides' fists and feet were as fast as afterimages, venting violence on each other's bodies. Bang. The Yinshi quickly fell into a disadvantage and was sent flying by a punch from the dried corpse, rolling out like a ball. However, it successfully widened the dent in the chest that Jiang Jingwei had created. The dried corpse's breastbone was broken, but its skin was as hard as iron and as tough as rawhide, and had not been torn.

Seeing that Zhao Chenghuang and the Level 4 Yinshi had been defeated, Tian Xia Gui Huo, who was far away, immediately took out a yellowed, slippery gourd from his inventory, raised his head and took a sip, holding the unknown liquid in his mouth, then lit a clump of withered grass under his feet and threw out a ball of fire, exploding in front of the dried corpse. His body rose with a scarlet glow, the ground was lost, and the person was attached, appearing in front of the dried corpse. "Whoosh!" He sprayed the liquid in his mouth onto the dried corpse and ignited it with fire, creating the effect of a military flamethrower. The burning liquid sprayed on the dried corpse's body, like a white phosphorus bomb, burning bones and igniting, creating raging flames. The dried corpse's hair was instantly burned out, and its tattered clothes were also turned to ashes, and its shriveled body showed a red glow like a hot iron, glowing red.

Tian Xia Gui Huo succeeded in his surprise attack and immediately retreated, his body once again wrapped in scarlet flames, using his fire skill, and returning to the burning withered grass. He was very cunning, retreating after succeeding, and never fighting head-on. "Puff..."

Tian Xia Gui Huo's body had just returned, and the flowing flames had not yet been extinguished, when a blood flower erupted from his abdomen. A bullet pierced through his abdomen.

That was the bullet that Guan Ya shot, the one that the dried corpse had picked up. He covered his abdomen and staggered back, cursing. "Ten..."

"Swish."

Rushing river water appeared out of thin air, white waves soaring to the sky, overwhelming the sky and covering the dried corpse with its burned skin, hissing and steaming, with a burst of white smoke rising. Wei Wo Du Zun understood Tian Xia Gui Huo's meaning and tacitly cooperated.

The dried corpse's black skin took on a metallic sheen, and the stimulus of thermal expansion and contraction presented a sense of tightness, and the skin seemed to have lost its toughness. "Bang." 100% Guan Ya's bullet hit the boss's chest, creating a shallow dent.

She could always seize the best opportunity and deliver the most appropriate damage.

At this time, Zhao Chenghuang, whose broken bones had been repaired, took out a gray round stone from his inventory and slammed it hard at the dried corpse. The surrounding stones quickly converged towards the round stone, like ironware meeting magnetism, creating a rumbling sound. This was the reward Zhao Chenghuang obtained for clearing the Stone Giant level. Dong dong dong... The Stone Giant strode with heavy steps, the running steps creating the effect of an earthquake, rushing towards the dried corpse, smashing out fists as big as washbasins. The dried corpse's body had just undergone thermal expansion and contraction, and the skin was tightly attached and dodged with all its might, but could only clench its right arm and launch a straight punch, responding to the Stone Giant's fist. Boom!

The two monsters' attacks were like a terrible explosion, scraping the surrounding dust clean, revealing the compacted ground. The Stone Giant's body was torn apart, and stones were thrown and shattered. And the dried corpse stumbled back.

Amidst the flying rubble, a figure leaped high, holding dual blades, and spinning at high speed in mid-air, like a bladed top. It was Jiu Lou Yu, who was officially evaluated as having extraordinary swordsmanship. Ding, hey. The spinning blade slashed into the dried corpse's chest, the first sound emitting a sharp noise, and the second sound coming from cutting through flesh and blood. Everyone present fixed their eyes and looked, their expressions ecstatic.

They saw a shallow knife mark appearing on the dried corpse's chest, finally breaking through its armor.

At this time, Jiu Lou Yu's strength was exhausted, and he fell in front of the dried corpse. As a scout, he clearly saw the bone structure of the dried corpse and the details of its muscle exertion. He leaped backward to avoid the dried corpse's whip kick, and after landing, quickly sidestepped to avoid the fist impact again. Immediately afterwards, he "saw" the dried corpse's right leg bulge with shriveled muscles, knowing that the next step was a knee strike.

However, the opponent's attack was too fast, and the connection was too tight. His eyes could predict the opponent's moves in advance, but his body could not keep up. In a hurry, he could only hold his dual blades horizontally in front of his chest. Bang. He failed to block the fierce impact, and the blade bent and struck his chest. Jiu Lou Yu was sent flying, his chest bones broken, and his internal organs bleeding. He curled up and could not stand up. "The release frequency of its Guhuo Eye has decreased." The carefully observing Hong Wei reminded loudly.

The dried corpse's Guhuo demon use frequency was extremely high before, which was tricky and difficult to deal with, but after "resurrecting," he only used it on Jiang Jingwei once, and never used it again. And the strength of the bewitchment was also greatly reduced.

Her attack was effective, and the boss's soul strength was weakened. The dried corpse stomped its legs and rushed towards Jiu Lou Yu at high speed, trying to drink blood to replenish.

Its power was not endless, and it would also have "physical strength" consumption. The bloodthirsty berserk passive, although unable to repair the wounds, could make up for "physical strength" consumption and make up for the weakness of the soul. "Swish." A big wave struck, sweeping away Jiu Lou Yu, and rolling him towards the distance.

Diagonally, a black shadow with a "buzzing" sound, like a fighter jet passing by at low altitude, its sharp claws hooked the dried corpse's shoulders, lifted him up, and threw him into the distance. The Yinshi crashed into the outer wall of a dilapidated residential building, shaking the already unstable wall, and it was about to collapse. It sank its knees and charged straight into the sky like a cannonball, pouncing towards A Yi in the air.

However, the ground below it bulged with soil, and emerald green roots grew rapidly, flexibly hooking the dried corpse's ankles, and the seemingly slender but extremely tough roots tightened instantly. In mid-air, with nowhere to borrow strength, the dried corpse had no choice but to fall.

In the distance, Sun Miao Miao pressed her palms against the ground, and the bare arms were covered with scaly bark, and there seemed to be roots extending from her palms to the ground. This was the reward item she obtained when clearing the Treant Forest.

It could control the ability of the Treant for five minutes, extending vines and roots to attack the enemy. "Hush hush hush..." More roots broke out of the ground, entangling the dried corpse in mid-air, and firmly restraining it.

A Yi in the air took the opportunity and suddenly swooped down. During the process, his arms turned into sharp bone spurs, the ends dyed with a black-purple color.

The dried corpse's bewitchment fatigue had weakened. He would find an opportunity to release the Ghost Doll and the Ghost Bride to possess it, and then try to attack its chest with the Fumo Chu. Maybe he could solve it in one fell swoop... Zhang Yuanqing quietly used Night Wander to approach the dried corpse.

At this time, the Xingzhe of the Shanjing (mountain god) and Evil camps who had originally fled, saw that the battle here continued to be intense, and their own experts had not been defeated, they returned one after another and watched the battle from afar.

Just seeing that a group of top experts were cooperating tacitly, and the offensive was closely connected, although people were constantly being injured, they were beating the dried corpse back and retreating, struggling to resist. "Armor broken, armor broken..." The evil professions looked at A Yi swooping down from a high altitude, and their spirits were lifted, and they said excitedly, "It's good to break the armor. With A Yi's toxins and attack power, as long as the armor is broken, it can kill it." The extinguished confidence was immediately rekindled.

The people of the Mountain God camp were also excited, but they also had worries in their hearts, fearing that after A Yi killed the boss, they would lose the reward of the Heart of the Forest. A Yi swooped down at high speed, whistling and arriving, thrusting the black-purple bone spur towards the dried corpse's chest. At that time, the dried corpse's protruding eyeballs once again lit up with a dim bewitchment incantation. The power it had accumulated for a long time could finally be used again.

A Yi's amber pupils instantly dissipated, and his brain crashed. His thin wings stopped fanning, like an out-of-control plane, stopping flying and, under the effect of inertia, brushed against the dried corpse and crashed diagonally into the outer wall of the residential building. The dried corpse then swelled its muscles, exerted force to break the vines and roots, and landed lightly, sweeping towards the crowd of Lingjing Xingzhe in the distance. It wanted to devour the blood essence of these weak creatures to restore its power.

Along the way, roots constantly sprouted, trying to stop its footsteps, but they were all cleverly avoided by the dried corpse. This was also why it did not choose to devour the blood essence of the nearby Sub-Gu Masters, as this would inevitably be disturbed and surrounded by the enemies behind it.

Hunting the ants in the distance, on the other hand, made them out of reach and unable to rescue, and the weak ants were easier to kill. "Oh no."

Sun Miao Miao manipulated the vines and roots, but failed to entangle the dried corpse, and her face changed slightly.

Zhao Chenghuang, Tian Xia Jie Bai, Wei Wo Du Zun, and the Maoshan Taoist priest, who were not injured, felt a sinking in their hearts and quickly chased the dried corpse, trying to stop it. But they were too far away, how could they be faster than the dried corpse? On the other side, the crowd of Lingjing Xingzhe, who were full of expectations, waiting for the boss to be defeated, were like ducks being strangled by the throat, and collectively lost their voices. Looking at the dried corpse that was rushing at high speed, everyone felt a chill down their spines, and scattered like frightened birds and beasts. "A, A Yi, save us... If we become nourishment, you will also die..." "Zhao Chenghuang, stop it quickly..." "Where is Yuan Shi Tian Zun, where is Yuan Shi Tian Zun?!" Shouts of panic rose everywhere, and the people of the Mountain Ghost camp fled in a panic, and the Lingjing Xingzhe of the Mountain God camp were no better off, but they asked for help more euphemistically, and still had expectations for Zhao Chenghuang, Yuan Shi Tian Zun, and others.

Unlike the evil professions, who cursed in exasperation.

Seeing that the dried corpse had rushed into the crowd and was about to start a massacre, the crowd turned from panic to despair. Suddenly, a crisp, childish voice rang in everyone's ears, "Hee hee hee, let's play a game~" The rushing dried corpse paused and stiffened on the spot.

Behind it, a little girl's shadow clung to its back, twisting the dried corpse's waist little by little, and manipulating it to make a backward movement. The dried corpse's body trembled violently, and the backward body straightened back little by little. The two sides silently wrestled.

At this time, the ghost shadow wearing a wedding dress appeared behind the dried corpse again, completing the possession, and suddenly it became a three-way contest.

The two-meter-tall, shriveled and skinny body completely fell into chaos, stiff and motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing's figure then appeared in front of the dried corpse, hammering the heavy bronze pestle in his hand into the scar on its shriveled chest. Hey!

The Fumo Chu was submerged to the root.

A round of dazzling golden light erupted, and