After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"Don't you dare escape! You're all useless! You're all useless!"

Viper cursed in terror, only to find that the usually loyal Imperial Guards around him were also trembling uncontrollably.

And at this moment—

The demonic corpse controlled by Li Cheng moved again!

Like a tiger among sheep, it charged into the fleeing allied forces in a few flashes, leaving devastation and carnage in its wake!

Monks from the Vajra Temple fell in droves, and the elite imperial guards of the Great Yan Dynasty crumbled before them like paper walls!

Those twelve invincible warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty who once dominated the battlefield were like kindergarten children in front of Li Cheng's demonic corpse. They were sent flying in a single move, their fate unknown!

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy intertwined to create a hellish symphony.

Blood stained the entire mountainside red.

The fighting spirit of the Vajra Temple and the Great Yan Dynasty's allied forces completely collapsed, and the survivors wished they had two more legs, fleeing frantically.

In the blink of an eye—

On the battlefield, only the pale-faced, trembling Viper and the pale-faced cultivator remained, along with the remaining Imperial Guards behind them, who were also trembling with fear.

As Yan Viper watched the blood-soaked demonic corpse slowly approaching him, his teeth chattered, his legs trembled like leaves, and he didn't even have the strength to run away.

The pale-faced cultivator collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, completely devoid of his previous alluring and composed demeanor.

Lin Fengmian stood still and slowly put away the three flying swords.

He watched as the demonic corpse approached the Viper step by step, a faint smile playing on his lips.

This old guy, though cunning, is actually quite easy to use...

The Yin corpse possessed by Li Cheng exuded a suffocating aura of malevolent energy. Its movements were lightning-fast, charging left and right across the battlefield, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.

Whether they were disciples of the Hehuan Sect or cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty, everyone was thrown to the ground, screaming in agony.

The corpse's flesh was as hard as iron; ordinary magical weapons would only send up a string of sparks when struck, leaving not even a white mark.

Everyone present was stunned—what on earth was going on?

It was just an ordinary corpse puppet before, how did it suddenly become so ferocious?

Those fierce punches and kicks, those cunning movements—they were nothing like a mindless puppet; they were clearly a god of death!

"Stop it! Stop it now!"

"No! This Yin Corpse is too strong! My magical artifacts can't break through its defenses at all!"

The elders of the Hehuan Sect turned ashen-faced and joined forces to set up a spiritual light barrier in an attempt to trap the Yin Corpse.

But the corpse only threw a sudden punch.

The barrier shattered instantly, and the elders were forced to retreat, blood trickling from their mouths.

However, the next moment, something happened that left everyone speechless—after the corpse repelled the crowd,

Without the slightest intention to linger in battle, he exerted force with his feet, transforming into a black gust of wind that streaked towards the horizon and vanished into the clouds in the blink of an eye!

"W-what happened? How come Senior Brother Lin's corpse has run away?"

"Could this thing even have its own consciousness?"

"Heavens! In all my years of cultivation, this is the first time I've ever seen a corpse puppet escape on its own!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, filled with confusion and shock.

At this moment, Li Cheng possessed the Yin Corpse, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and freedom! He felt the oncoming gale, and his excitement almost made him want to roar to the sky!

Hahahaha! I'm finally free!

I have been imprisoned by that little beast for so long, and suppressed by spiritual energy every day. It is worse than death for me!

Now that they've finally managed to escape using this corpse, they're naturally going to run as far away as possible!

Next, I'll find a place brimming with spiritual energy to celebrate properly! I'll seek out some rare and precious herbs to reshape my physical body, and then find a few beautiful female cultivators to replenish my energy... Ideally, I'd like to be as far away from that jinx, Lin Fengmian, as possible!

I never want to see you again in my life!

You go your way, and I'll go my way; we'll never meet again in this life!

Li Cheng was happily planning his wonderful future, completely unaware that his "kite string" was still in someone else's hands.

Lin Fengmian watched the departing black figure, but instead of being anxious, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Ha, run away. I'll let you run for a while first.

Anyway, I hold a trace of your essence in my hand, so even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape my grasp.

Before long, you'll be crying and begging to come back to me.

Then I'll show you what it means to have someone else hold the kite string!

A sly glint flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes. Perfect, this would give him more excuses to extort some martial arts manuals from the other party.

Li Cheng was at least a Nascent Soul cultivator in his lifetime, so he must have possessed many valuable items.

It would be a disservice to his brilliant performance if we didn't squeeze him dry.

However, now is not the time to deal with this matter.

Lin Fengmian withdrew his gaze, his expression hardening as he looked around at the still chaotic battlefield.

"Disciples of the Hehuan Sect, heed my command!"

His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire venue.

"Follow me to clean up the battlefield! All remnants of the Great Yan Dynasty, those who resist will be killed without mercy, and those who surrender will have their cultivation crippled and be taken back to their sects to await further punishment!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the members of the Hehuan Sect were greatly encouraged! In the battle just now, almost all of their main forces were either killed or injured by those terrifying Yin Corpses, and the rest were just a bunch of lambs to the slaughter, having long lost their will to fight.

In an instant, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect descended the mountain like tigers, quickly surrounding the remaining Great Yan cultivators.

Those cultivators had just witnessed the terrifying scene of the Yin Corpse slaughtering everyone in its path, and were now completely terrified. How could they possibly dare to resist?

One by one, they dropped their weapons and knelt down, begging for mercy.

Lin Fengmian moved like lightning across the battlefield, shattering the dantian of anyone who resisted with a single palm strike, thus crippling their cultivation.

In just a short while, the entire battlefield was cleared away.

Just then, a furtive figure caught Lin Fengmian's attention.

The man, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with a handsome face but filled with panic, was taking advantage of the chaos to sneak towards the edge of the battlefield—it was none other than Yan Kui, the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty!

"Trying to run away?"

Lin Fengmian sneered, his figure flashed, and he unleashed the Nine Transformations of Illusion, appearing in front of Yan Kui in the blink of an eye.

Yan Kui only felt a blur before his eyes, and a figure in a green robe blocked his way, scaring him so much that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Lin...Lin Fengmian...what...what do you want to do?" Yan Kui's voice trembled, all traces of his imperial majesty gone.

"I am the ruler of this nation. If you dare to touch me, the million-strong army of the Great Yan Dynasty..."

"Shut up."

Lin Fengmian was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he raised his hand and slapped him!

"Smack!"

The crisp sound was particularly jarring on the silent battlefield. Yan Kui's cheek instantly swelled up, and he was sent spinning around before staggering and falling to the ground.