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

The silver giant's sword strike did not falter.

As more than a dozen jet-black sword energies split and chased after the fleeing ninth-tier corpses, the giant's longsword moved again—with a slight turn of his wrist, the blade angled horizontally, and a huge silver-white ring-shaped sword energy shot out from the blade, like an elongated moon, sliding out horizontally along the surface of the dark mist.

This time, however, the sword energy did not go towards the scattered ninth-tier corpses, but went straight down, pressing down on the low-tier corpse army that was still surging forward below.

Although some of them had already been devoured by those ninth-tier corpses, the remaining low-tier corpses still densely covered the gray-black ground, like a moving, uneven dark carpet, and were still surging towards the silver-white giant.

Wu You's gaze swept over that area without hesitation.

These are all experience points, so he naturally won't be polite.

After leaving the sword, the ring-shaped sword energy quickly dispersed, transforming into thousands of tiny silver-white threads, each as thin as a hair, yet carrying a chilling sharpness.

As it spread out in the air, it resembled a large net being shaken open, and then it fell simultaneously, surging towards the army below like a silvery-white wave.

When those low-level corpse species saw that even their ninth-level kin at the forefront could only flee in disarray, they actually understood one thing: the silver-white giant in front of them was simply not something they could fight against!

In this situation, when those tiny, silvery-white sword lights pressed down overwhelmingly, their reaction was almost identical—terrification.

Panic surged in their sticky eyes. They began to turn around, retreat, burrow into the ground, and leap into the air, each with its own posture and direction.

"The ninth-tier adults have already fled, how could we possibly be a match for him?!"

"Run! Run!"

"Run!!!"

The hoarse cries rose and fell in the dark fog, but were quickly drowned out by another sound: the faint sound of a silver sword piercing a body, like raindrops hitting dry ground, melting instantly upon contact.

Everything was in vain.

All sorts of strangely shaped corpses—flying in the sky, running on the ground, and lurking in the soil—instantly turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished upon contact with the wave composed of tiny, silvery-white sword energies.

At the same time, a dense array of prompts popped up on Wu Youjian's interface.

Experience points +800

Experience points +2000

Experience points +1000

Experience points +1000

Experience points +2000

. . .

Whether it's a fourth-, fifth-, or sixth-tier corpse species, their fate is sealed the moment they come into contact with those silvery-white sword energy threads.

No, it should be said that when that silvery-white sword energy was emitted from the jet-black longsword, it was destined to go to eternal slumber.

After all, the locking effect of the Yao Guang Dong Ming Sword has been superimposed on every sword aura.

Those silvery-white sword threads don't fly in a straight line. As they advance, they make slight adjustments to their direction and correct their trajectory, tracking their target on their own. No matter how the opponent tries to escape, they cannot avoid that hair-thin sword light.

How could those low-level corpse species possibly be faster than the sword energy emitted by Wu You?

Therefore, in the face of those silvery-white sword energies that can automatically target enemies, their resistance, escape, or impotent rage are all meaningless.

However, as the corpses dissipated one by one, the silver-white sword threads were also being consumed at a rapid pace.

When a huge gap was cleared in the dense array of corpses below, the last wisp of silver-white sword light finally exhausted itself within a fourth-tier corpse, turning into a faint cluster of silver light that flashed in the air before disappearing.

A moment of silence fell over the battlefield.

Those surviving low-ranking corpses, watching the silvery-white light finally disappear, had a strange glimmer of hope in their eyes:

"Those silvery-white filaments are gone?"

"We survived?"

Among them, a large portion of the lustful corpses have even suffered mental breakdowns.

They knelt down, clasped their hands together, and bowed in utmost devotion towards the enormous, silvery-white figure in the distance, as if begging for a mercy that did not exist.

Meanwhile, Wu You, watching from afar, also took in the entire scene of the battlefield:

More than half of the ninth-tier corpse species had been caught up with and killed by the dark sword energy. The remaining corpse species, including the three-headed giant snake that was the leader, were forced to abandon their bodies and flee in their original forms, desperately trying to escape in a sorry state.

The lower-level corpse species were like ants, only able to howl and die under the ordinary silver-white sword energy. Those that survived had already given up resisting.

In an instant, the fleeing ninth-tier corpses and the kneeling corpses begging for mercy together created an extremely tragic scene.

Then they contrasted it with the incredibly relaxed, silver-white giants who looked down upon them.

Wu You felt as if he were playing the role of some heinous villainous boss who abused the weak.

Thinking of this, Wu You, who was hovering between the silver-white giant's eyebrows, couldn't help but touch his chin and think: He was utterly wicked and abused the weak, but for this army of zombies, he was indeed playing the role of a boss.

In an effort to fight him, the dozen or so leading ninth-tier lustful corpses linked together and fought amongst themselves, but they still couldn't withstand two of his sword strikes.

Those low-level corpses were like dust that could be swept away at will; a single sword strike would leave them blank.

Looking at it this way, isn't it just about fighting a boss?

Wu You looked down at the low-level corpses that were still trembling, his thoughts only pausing for a moment.

Then he raised his longsword again.

As the black longsword was swung, silvery-white light appeared once again.

This time, what flew out of the sword was no longer a single silver-white ring-shaped sword aura, but more than a dozen silver-white halos that formed almost simultaneously, layer upon layer, advancing forward like multiple tides surging out one after another.

This time, he cleared out all the low-level corpses in one go!

As for those corpses kneeling and begging for mercy?

His gaze swept across the slowly undulating shadow without lingering: what did it have to do with him?

Since they have chosen to step into this world, they should be prepared to turn to ashes!

Just as Wu You was single-handedly reaping the benefits of an army of zombies with his sword, a streak of emerald green light was rapidly approaching him.