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

Wu You, who was already on guard, immediately realized what was happening.

But this time, he did not dodge.

Power comes from the waist, the feet are firmly planted, and the force of the whole body travels down the spine to the shoulders, then into the arms, and finally into the tip of the sword.

Straight thrust!

The silver-gray blade, radiating a chill, flashed like a light and pierced straight into the incoming head.

puff.

With a very soft sound, the sword tip pierced through, so smoothly it felt like it was piercing a piece of tofu rather than flesh.

Wu You flicked his wrist, and the sword swirled twice inside the monster's head.

"Whoosh—"

The head retracted rapidly, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible. At the same time, the wound on the forehead healed quickly, leaving only a faint mark in the blink of an eye.

The head returned to its original position.

It stood there, staring at Wu You, the relaxed look on its face completely gone.

"You're not a first-tier martial artist?"

His tone carried obvious surprise, and a hint of... wariness?

Wu You was stunned for a moment.

When did he ever say he was a first-level martial artist?

However, Wu You also gleaned a piece of information from the other party's words—martial artists also have different ranks!

Moreover, since it's divided into first-tier, second-tier, and third-tier categories, do corpse-type monsters also have different levels? And what tier of corpse-type monster is it?

Wu You gripped his sword, staring into those pure black eyes, without uttering a sound.

Just then, the surrounding black mist suddenly rippled.

!

The two of them turned their heads to look in the same direction at the same time.

The black mist churned, as if something had entered from outside, and sure enough, the next moment...

A figure stumbled in from outside: twenty-four or twenty-five years old, wearing a black trench coat, with messy hair, and panting heavily.

The man in the trench coat spotted the middle-aged man as soon as he entered the black fog.

To be precise, I saw his pure black eyes.

The man in the trench coat's expression changed drastically, his whole body tensing up instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy. The aura emanating from those eyes made the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

Third-order, source level.

He immediately realized that this was the same Tier 3 Corpse Species that had been detected tonight.

Without any hesitation.

He reached into his trench coat, pulled out a small, high-tech black box, and tossed it into the black mist beside him.

The small box tumbled twice in the air, and the instant it landed in the black mist—

hum.

A strange fluctuation swept by.

The surrounding black mist seemed to have been smoothed out by something invisible, ceasing its writhing and becoming calm. The once surging mist was now like a stagnant pool.

The man in the trench coat then noticed that there was another person standing on the other side.

A young boy, dressed in an ordinary T-shirt, holding a silver-gray sword, was looking at him.

"Kid," he swiftly pulled out a pistol, a solid black one, pointing it directly at the middle-aged man, while simultaneously tilting his head towards Wu You, "Come here! Come behind me!"

Wu You: "..."

Clearly, the other party mistook him for an innocent resident who had been dragged into the dark realm.

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them and suddenly laughed.

"Dark Domain Blocker?" It tilted its head. "You black-skinned dogs are really annoying."

It paused, its pure black eyes sweeping over the man in the trench coat.

"But since that's the case..." it licked its lips, "a first-tier ability user delivered to our doorstep, might as well take advantage of it."

As soon as it finished speaking, its neck stretched out again.

The head shot towards the man in the trench coat like a cannonball.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

The man in the trench coat pulled the trigger repeatedly. Several silver beams shot from the barrel of his gun, accurately striking the incoming head.

Silver light exploded on the monster's face, leaving burn marks, like they had been branded with a hot iron, with faint smoke rising from the edges.

But those scars only stayed on his face for less than a second.

The next second, the wound healed and the skin returned to normal.

That mouth was still pushing forward.

The man in the trench coat's pupils constricted sharply, and he rolled on his side on the ground.

"Bang!"

The head grazed his shoulder, crashed into the black mist behind him, and bounced back.

When the first attack failed, the monster's elongated neck did not retract, but instead turned in the air and continued to attack him.

The man in the trench coat could only roll around on the ground.

One, two, three—

Embarrassed.

That was so embarrassing.

The head was much faster than him, barely dodging each bite, always just a hair's breadth away from being bitten. The man in the trench coat could even smell the stench coming from that mouth and see the sticky substance clinging to those white, triangular teeth.

This can't go on.

he knows.

If you keep hiding, someone will eventually find an opportunity to catch you.

really.

Just as he completed a roll and before he could turn, the head suddenly accelerated.

too fast.

The man in the trench coat watched helplessly as the gaping maw rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

one meter.

Half a meter.

Too late. There's no escaping it.

The thought flashed through his mind.

He dropped the pistol with his right hand, clenched his fist tightly, and a thin layer of transparent, cool ice crystals emerged from the surface of his fist, covering the entire fist.

Ability: Frost layer.

This is his strongest attack method.

This is a full-force attack from a Tier 1 ability user, capable of easily freezing and shattering corpses of the same level, and even freezing corpses of a higher level for a few seconds.

But for the third tier...

He knew he was going to die; there was no doubt about it.

But he had no other choice.

The boy is still behind them. The Dark Domain Sealing Device can only trap him for about five minutes, but after he dies, the monster will have at least four more minutes. Will Xiao Huan be able to get there in time? If she does, can she hold out until Lord Mo Li arrives?

What if we can't hold on?

What should the residents of Lanxing Community do?

Many things flashed through my mind.

She was about to die, and the innocent boy had no chance of survival either.

If Xiao Huan were to come, she might very well die too, but she had to come because it was her duty. They were the executors, the candidates to carry out the torch.

Ugh.

Why think so much?

We're all going to die anyway.

The man in the trench coat closed his eyes and faced death with equanimity.

"Whoosh—"

A whooshing sound rang out.

It's very light, but very clear.

Then a faint voice came from the side:

"Your opponent is not him."

The man in the trench coat suddenly opened his eyes.

A figure blocked his way.

A silver-gray sword lay horizontally in front of him, its blade emanating a faint, almost invisible layer of cool air.

The gaping maw snapped shut on the sword.

The sharp teeth dug into the blade, producing a piercing scraping sound.

It's blocked.

The man in the trench coat stared blankly at the retreating figure.

He wore a regular T-shirt and regular pants, and wasn't particularly tall.

The boy he had just mistaken for an innocent resident was now holding a sword in one hand, blocking the hideous head of the third-tier corpse.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Wu You did not turn around.

He simply stared at the head so close to his face, at those pure black eyes.

"Didn't you just ask me if I was at level one?" he said. "Actually, I don't know what level I am."

Then he exerted force with his wrist, the sword trembled, and the head biting the sword was directly shaken off.

"Why don't you try it yourself?"