Chapter 160 Red Eyes

Cang Tianji said in a deep voice, "Hold steady, I sense there are living people among those drought demons."

As I drew my twin blades, Cang Tianji stepped through the rainwater to my side and placed his hand on my wrist. "Don't move yet. I'll tell you when to move. You only get one chance."

As I stared at the drought demons outside, I suddenly heard the sound of water splashing not far away.

When I turned my head, Wang Butcher and a wizard in a black robe had leaped out of the water together.

Dozens of insects that looked like giant water bugs fluttered around the wizard, buzzing as they frantically swooped down on Wang Butcher, as if trying to tear chunks of flesh from her body.

The bone cleaver in Wang Butcher's hand transformed into a flickering cold light, drifting like wind and shadow across the insects, slicing them into pieces.

Wang Butcher seemed to have only made one strike, but the insects caught in the blade's light were divided into six pieces – head, body, and wings – neatly falling to the water's surface like sorted ingredients floating on the water.

The wizard controlling the insects retreated rapidly, while Wang Butcher pursued relentlessly, stepping on a coffin.

The water on Wang Butcher's body hadn't dried yet, and all the incoming insects fell into the water.

The wizard across from her continued to lure Wang Butcher forward.

The two of them stopped simultaneously in their advance and retreat.

Just as a cold smile appeared on the wizard's face, the coffin beneath Wang Butcher's feet suddenly exploded, and countless insects poured out like a black carpet, swarming towards Wang Butcher from below.

The countless insects pressed down on Wang Butcher, forming a pitch-black coffin that tightly confined her, compressing inwards.

In just a few seconds, Wang Butcher, surrounded by insects, transformed into a black humanoid insect pile.

While the wizard was still smirking, the insects covering Wang Butcher suddenly began to peel away layer by layer.

Before the wizard could figure out what was happening, the remaining insects were blasted into the air by the true energy erupting from Wang Butcher's body. The white light of the bone cleaver approached the wizard with lightning speed.

The Miao Jiang wizard instinctively raised his hand to block, and his right hand was chopped off at the wrist, falling to the ground. Wang Butcher's bone cleaver continued its momentum, splitting the wizard's forehead.

Wang Butcher, having landed a successful blow, didn't even glance at the fallen wizard's corpse, dragging her blade back towards us. "Yun Shang, the corpses here are all ours now."

Yun Shang's flute music rose again. The coffins inside the tomb vibrated in unison, and the drought demons blocking the gap roared, white mist erupting from their mouths as their eyes gradually turned red.

These zombies were going berserk!

I turned to look at Cang Tianji, who gently pressed the back of my blade. "Don't move yet. That person hasn't come out."

I didn't know who Cang Tianji was talking about, but I instinctively sensed the arrival of danger.

Cang Tianji roared, "Yun Shang, now!"

Yun Shang's flute music suddenly soared, the piercing sound like a demon's horn, stirring the corpses in the coffins. One after another, female corpses broke out of their coffins and darted towards the tomb's opening.

The drought demons above the tomb also went berserk in an instant, plunging down from the gap like a pack of wolves.

Hundreds of corpses were like two groups of humanoid beasts, tearing at each other in the confined space.

I could see that neither Yun Shang nor the sorcerer controlling the drought demons knew how to control corpses. Their struggle was chaotic, relying solely on instinct to bite their opponents.

Bloody severed limbs scattered in the midst of the corpse swarm. The accumulated water in the tomb was filled with corpse gas. It wouldn't be long before the tomb turned into a poisonous pool.

Cang Tianji suddenly grabbed my wrist. "That person is out! She's in the middle of the plaza. If you can't kill her in one strike, retreat immediately. Don't engage in a prolonged battle."

After speaking, Cang Tianji flipped his palm down, touching the blade of Bai Zhou (Daybreak).

A streak of crimson immediately appeared on Bai Zhou's snowy-white blade.

Cang Tianji released my hand and said, "Use Bai Zhou (Daybreak) last!"

At the same time, I drew my blade and charged forward, the Zi Ye (Midnight) in my left hand emitting an eerie black light.

The drought demons, who had been fighting, seemed startled by the light of the blade and raised their heads at the same time.

I swung the Zi Ye (Midnight) in my hand horizontally, and several heads flew into the air with the light of the blade.

I stepped on the corpses and charged forward continuously, jumping onto the ground from the tomb's opening.

To my surprise, the drought demons on the ground didn't attack me. Instead, they cleared a path for me.

I charged a hundred meters through the middle of the two rows of zombies, and a woman lazily reclining on a soft chair appeared before me.

Her face was the same as the drought demon corpse that Ye Yang and I had dug up, but the expression between her brows felt strangely familiar.

Zhu Zi Ning?

Her eyes were eighty percent similar to Zhu Zi Ning's. The remaining twenty percent were divided into a cold indifference that disregarded all living beings and a haughty arrogance.

"Hanba Hong (Drought Demon Red)!" Hou Qing roared in my mind. "Hanba Hong's (Drought Demon Red) weakness is in her dantian. I'll help you kill her."