Zhou Yan wielded his wolf-fang mace to block, but was still sent flying.
An ancient imperial evil corpse, riding a ferocious bird, approached.
It was enveloped in terrifying demonic energy, staring coldly at Zhou Yan.
Its physique was tall and robust, its skin a bronze hue, gleaming with a metallic luster.
It stood in mid-air, like a peerless god of war.
An extremely potent oppressive force emanated from it.
Merely its aura was enough to make Zhou Yan gasp for breath.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yan asked in a deep voice.
"I am the tomb keeper of the ancient imperial mausoleum, 'Gu Ba'." The evil corpse let out a low growl, "How dare you trespass the ancient imperial mausoleum, you shall be executed!"
As soon as the words fell, Gu Ba abruptly raised his right hand and clawed at Zhou Yan.
Buzzing—
In an instant, his palm surged with astonishing black light, transforming into a ferocious, sharp claw.
A sharp claw strike tore through the void, carrying a terrifying aura, and lunged towards Zhou Yan's chest.
Zhou Yan looked at the opponent and raised his wolf-fang mace, sweeping it horizontally.
The claw and the wolf-fang mace collided, emitting a deafening clang of metal on metal.
"Gu Ba's strength is at least twice as powerful as that of the Corpse Puppets!" Zhou Yan observed. The opponent was imbued with profound laws, clearly not simple. Gu Ba's power was fearsome, reaching the peak of the Demigod realm, almost invincible. Furthermore, he possessed mysterious laws and was endowed with many powerful techniques, making his strength comparable to that of a true God-realm expert.
"Kill!" Gu Ba roared, his eyes turning red, filled with a bloodthirsty glow, as he lunged at Zhou Yan.
"Bang!" Zhou Yan swung his wolf-fang mace, striking Gu Ba's shoulder with a shower of sparks. Gu Ba remained unmoved. Zhou Yan's fist felt as if it had hit steel plating. The opponent's body also flickered with strange, profound, and complex formation patterns, which Zhou Yan had never seen before.
"As expected of the king of Corpse Puppets," Zhou Yan's brows furrowed deeply.
At this moment, the evil corpse produced an artifact, the Divine Sword Tian Huang! This divine artifact was a bronze sword, appearing ancient and worn, but intricately carved with complex patterns, shimmering with brilliance and radiating a sharp, chilling aura.
Gu Ba drew the divine sword, and immediately, a resonant sword cry echoed, sword intent surged, and he slashed towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan's expression was shocked as he raised his wolf-fang mace to meet the attack.
The sword and the wolf-fang mace clashed furiously. With each collision, Zhou Yan felt his weapon tremble, and the strength of both sides was immense. Gu Ba's power was formidable, and he felt no pain, only a numb drive to kill all intruders.
He employed his movement techniques, weaving through the mausoleum, paying no mind to the other Corpse Puppets. After all, though numerous, they were relatively slow. Only Gu Ba possessed incredible speed, his movements elusive and impossible to anticipate. Zhou Yan wanted to discern any formations that might be binding Gu Ba, as these formations were extraordinary.
"Boom!" A sarcophagus ahead erupted with soaring divine power, directly repelling Zhou Yan. He had never expected this ancient imperial mausoleum to be so perilous. First, the Corpse Puppets, then Gu Ba. Zhou Yan now dared not approach the giant sarcophagus. He could only observe from afar. What lay buried within that colossal coffin? This secret, he had to uncover.
Just then, a sudden change occurred. Rolling miasma rose from the giant sarcophagus. Within the miasma, a massive head seemed to emerge. This colossal head was grotesquely ugly, with fangs protruding, eye sockets sunken, and the whites of its eyes occupying the entire pupils, radiating a terrifying crimson hue, filled with barbarity and cruelty, and emanating a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Roar~" It opened its maw and let out a hoarse roar, like the wail of ghosts and the cry of gods, soul-shaking. Then, its enormous form slowly rose from the giant sarcophagus, standing within it.
Crackle, crackle! As it stood up, several Corpse Puppets near it collapsed and shattered into pieces. Its body was extremely robust, covered in thick, gray-brown rock armor. The armor was densely studded with protruding bones, gleaming with a metallic luster, incredibly solid, impervious to blades and impervious to fire and water. On its back, a massive black axe was embedded. The axe, seven feet long, was entirely black, with peculiar markings on its surface.
"Roar!" It let out a roar, and its steps were swift as lightning as it lunged towards Zhou Yan. The scene was like a collapsing mountain.
"So fast!" Zhou Yan was greatly startled. He hastily swung his wolf-fang mace to block. The giant axe descended, colliding fiercely with the wolf-fang mace. Zhou Yan felt a surge of immense power, causing his body to go numb. The wolf-fang mace flew from his grasp, his tiger's mouth torn, blood gushing out.
"Are they all here now?" Zhou Yan confirmed that all the evil corpses in the mausoleum had emerged, and now it was time to round them all up. He stared at the ancient imperial evil corpse and the Tian Huang Sword in its hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"You think you can leave now that you're here?" Gu Ba's eyes were cold as he fixed on Zhou Yan, his killing intent fierce. He leaped forward, instantly appearing before Zhou Yan, his sharp attacks overwhelming, engulfing Zhou Yan.
"Hmph!" Zhou Yan's gaze sharpened. With a light哼, he swung his wolf-fang mace and fought bravely.
Clang, clang, clang... The weapons clashed, colliding fiercely, erupting in brilliant sparks. "This guy's strength has been amplified by various formations, making him more powerful than ordinary God-realm experts," Zhou Yan marveled, truly astonished by Gu Ba's might!
"Kill!" Gu Ba's eyes flashed with a sinister blue light, wisps of black smoke coiling around him, ferociously charging at Zhou Yan.
Rumble! With every swing of Gu Ba's great axe, tombs collapsed, the ground trembled, debris flew, and the scene was terrifying. Zhou Yan retreated continuously. His wolf-fang mace was bent by Gu Ba's blows. Such power was simply invincible.
"I can't keep delaying this any longer." Zhou Yan's brows furrowed. Unwilling to engage Gu Ba further, he turned and charged towards the colossal dragon vein skeleton. He had to refine it and seize the dragon vein's power, otherwise, this mysterious divine formation would be difficult to break. However, Gu Ba seemed to have anticipated Zhou Yan's intent. He swung his great axe, cleaving the sky, and a series of terrifying gusts of wind assaulted Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan had no choice but to halt his advance temporarily, fending off the gusts. Gu Ba was too powerful, fearless of death, feeling no pain; even gods did not dare to face him head-on lightly! Zhou Yan was also somewhat helpless against him, as the entire divine formation was linked to the opponent; as long as the divine formation existed, he was virtually immortal.
"Hahaha!" Gu Ba laughed maniacally, his voice like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.
"Roar roar!" The surrounding horde of Corpse Puppets, upon hearing this sound, let out enraged roars and frenziedly swarmed towards Zhou Yan. Though they had lost their minds, they still possessed their lingering obsessions. These Corpse Puppets were controlled by that evil corpse! This ancient emperor must have been an extremely terrifying existence in his lifetime. These Corpse Puppets were perhaps his guards, protecting his tomb.
Zhou Yan wielded his wolf-fang mace, confronting a Corpse Puppet head-on. Both sides retreated a considerable distance.
"Hehehe!" Zhou Yan heard a chilling laughter.