The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Meanwhile, in a corner of the Black Mist World.

A thick black mist surged and churned, slowly writhing like a living thing.

A few figures could be vaguely seen deep in the fog, standing swaying – they were all ordinary corpses, but not many, scattered and easily countable at a glance.

A man stood in front of them.

He had an ordinary face and dressed casually, the kind of face you wouldn't notice in a crowd. But his eyes were different—pure black, without pupils, like two obsidian stones embedded in their sockets.

It stared at the few corpses in front of it, its brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"What happened?"

His voice was low and clearly angry.

"Why are so few of the infected released tonight returning?"

No one answered it. The few corpses just stood there, occasionally swaying, as if they couldn't understand human speech.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look in another direction, which was the location of Lanxing Residential Area.

"The entire army near Lanxing Residential Area was wiped out."

It uttered these words slowly and deliberately, its face grim.

Without enough fresh flesh and blood, when will its injuries heal?

Last time, I was chased by that black dog and almost couldn't escape. The blows I took still hurt. It needs flesh and blood, lots of fresh flesh and blood, to heal those wounds.

But now?

Of the infected released, less than half returned. The situation was even worse at Lanxing Community; not a single one remained.

The middle-aged man's expression began to contort.

"Those damn black dogs..."

It gritted its teeth and squeezed out those words.

Then, as if it had thought of something, its mouth slowly opened into a grin, revealing its stark white triangular teeth.

"Soon, soon," it whispered, its voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "Lord Corpse General is already on his way. When he arrives, those black-skinned dogs will all die! The entire human population of Lanhe City will become sacrifices to the great Thousand-Faced God!"

It paused, then its smile became even more ferocious.

"But before that..."

A picture flashed through its mind.

That martial artist, that lucky martial artist.

If the black dog hadn't arrived so quickly, it would have been able to enjoy a delicious meal last time. Besides, that kid had a strange smell that made people drool.

Besides, he had killed so many infected before—

"snort."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

After killing so many of my infected, now is the time for you black-skinned dogs to relax the most, right?

If you can't beat those black-skinned dogs, how can you not beat a martial artist who doesn't even have super-limit energy?

It had also read books about the human world, and this tactic was called in those books: attack the enemy unprepared and strike unexpectedly.

Then it paused, "That's not enough, add another layer of insurance."

With a wave of its hand, an ordinary corpse with distorted features appeared before it.

It ripped off its entire left hand and shoved it directly into the mouth of an ordinary zombie.

The ordinary corpse opened its mouth wide, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed the arm. The next moment, the ordinary corpse transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged man, and even its aura was exactly the same!

It glanced at the ordinary corpse that looked exactly like itself, gave it a command, and then the ordinary corpse that looked like a middle-aged man staggered into the depths of the black mist.

It had seen this tactic in books from the human world; it was called: luring the tiger away from the mountain.

Then, it twitched its left shoulder slightly, and a new arm grew out.

After doing all this, his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

. . .

In a ward at Lanxing Community Hospital.

White sheets, white walls, the smell of disinfectant in the air, a girl with long hair sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, her face a little pale, but her spirits are good.

A uniformed security guard sat on a chair nearby, holding a small notebook and writing something down.

"Lin Xinmai, you mean... you were saved by that person again?"

"Yes." Lin Xin nodded. "But this time I still couldn't see what he looked like. I just remember he was holding a sword."

She frowned as she tried to recall, her mind filled with that blurry figure.

"Male, about 1.8 meters tall, wielding a sword..." the security guard muttered as he wrote, "Should be a young man?"

"Probably," Lin Xinmai said. "He doesn't look old."

The security guard finished writing the last stroke and put away his notebook.

"Okay, Lin Xinmai, the statement is complete. You already signed the confidentiality agreement last time, so you don't need to sign it again this time." He stood up. "We will try our best to deal with the monster. Please try to avoid going to remote places during this time and be careful."

Lin Xin nodded.

"Although I've already said it before, I still have to say it this time—" The security guard looked at her, his tone becoming more serious, "Get some rest and I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thanks."

After watching the security guard leave, the ward fell silent.

Lin Xinmai leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling.

My mind is filled with that figure carrying a sword.

A silver-gray sword, a white T-shirt, half a profile...

Why does it look so familiar?

She frowned and thought for a long time, feeling like she had seen it somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember.

Who could it be...?

. . .

In the corridor outside the ward.

Just as the uniformed man came out, two people approached from around the corner.

A man and a woman, both wearing black trench coats and black sunglasses, the man looked to be in his late twenties and the woman in her late twenties; they stood out quite a bit walking together.

The uniformed man paused for a moment.

"What brings you here?" he asked in a low voice. "Weren't you keeping an eye on the Lanxing residential area?"

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions both somewhat helpless.

"Why would we need to keep an eye on things?" the woman said, her voice clear but tinged with weariness.

The uniformed man looked at her, then at the man next to him, his eyes questioning.

The man explained, "The dark domain energy detector installed nearby detected a total of nine dark domain fluctuations."

He paused.

"Nine times."

The man in uniform twitched his brow.

"But when we got there," the woman continued, "it had all been taken care of."

"Nine times, and all of them were resolved?"

"Yes. Although they were all just Dark Domain fluctuations caused by Level 1 Corpse Species, but..." the woman shrugged, "the speed at which this was resolved speaks volumes."

The man nodded: "Therefore, we speculate that there should be at least one martial arts master of the Transformation Realm or a second-tier wild Awakened being in Lanxing Community."

He glanced at the uniformed man and added, "Brother Li, you know we're only at the first level."

Brother Li was silent for two seconds, then showed a thoughtful expression.

"Transformation Realm, Second Stage..." He nodded. "Coincidentally, I also obtained some clues."

The two of them looked at him.

"However," Brother Li continued, "since the other party took the initiative to help clean up the corpses, it means that they are at least not traitors from those evil god sects, so you don't need to worry too much."

The two nodded.

"I'll go back to the station now to report and explain the situation, and try to get an additional Tier 2 Executor transferred over." After saying this, Brother Li glanced at them, "But for now, you should continue to keep an eye on things."

The two men stood at attention simultaneously and saluted: "Yes, sir!"

Brother Li turned and left.

The young couple remained in the corridor.

"Let's go." The man gestured with his chin towards the woman. "Same as always, you go north, I'll go south. If there's anything we can't handle, we'll communicate via team voice chat."

"OK." The woman made a gesture.

The two parted ways.

. . .

Lanxing Residential Area.

Wu You stood on that familiar cement ground, gripping his sword, his brow furrowed.

He was testing the Phantom Flowing Cloud Sword Technique.

result……

It's far from ideal.

He memorized the mental cultivation method and the sword technique, but when he actually practiced, the two were like two ropes that could not be twisted together: as soon as he caught up with the mental cultivation method, the sword technique would fall into disarray; when he got the sword technique right, the mental cultivation method would fall behind.

He tried seven or eight times, but none of them went smoothly.

"Whoosh—"

Wu You stopped and gasped for breath.

He was drenched in sweat, his hair was soaking wet and stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck, sweat streaming down his neck. His T-shirt was completely soaked and clung uncomfortably to his body.

Not only am I physically tired, but I'm also mentally exhausted.

It's hard to describe that feeling—it's not sleepiness, it's not dizziness, it's just that I feel completely drained, mentally exhausted, and even my eyelids feel heavy.

He glanced at the Sword Manual panel.

Phantom Cloud Sword Technique (Beginner) (0/500)

It hasn't gone up at all.

Wu You shook his head.

It's too difficult to master this swordsmanship on your own.

It's energy-intensive, slow-paced, and tiring. If you really had to train yourself to reach 500 proficiency points, who knows how long it would take.

We still need to accumulate experience points first.

He took a few deep breaths to catch his breath, and then—

Start practicing basic sword techniques.

That's right, take a break.

For Wu You now, practicing basic sword techniques is a form of rest.

The basic swordsmanship at the master level is so advanced that every move is etched into your bones. You don't need to think at all. With a wave of your hand, the sword goes out; with a lift of your foot, the step is in place; and your breathing follows the rhythm on its own. You don't need to think at all.

Moreover, the more they practice, the more energetic they become.

The coolness within his body flowed slowly as he performed the sword technique. With each rotation, the fatigue dissipated a little, as if someone were massaging his muscles or as if cool water was washing his mind.

After completing a set of sword techniques, I felt even more energetic than before.

Wu You continued practicing.

The moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow on the ground, while the sword flashed, cutting through the night.