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

In the real world, in the suburbs of Jiangdong City, Dongjiang Province.

The dark streak of light was rapidly passing over the undulating hills and sparse woodlands below, the gray-green vegetation forming blurry patches of color in the field of vision.

Several figures in black cloaks appeared without warning in their path, as if they had appeared out of thin air, the brim of their hoods swaying slightly in the wind pressure.

The dark streak of light was forced to stop abruptly, leaving a trail of severed energy ripples that scattered into tiny fragments of dark light in the air.

As the light faded, a pitch-black illusory body, only slightly larger than a normal person, was revealed. A thin layer of energy circulated on its surface, separating the figure inside from the outside world.

Virtual bodies can be large or small. Generally speaking, the larger the virtual body to be maintained, the more energy is consumed, but the greater the destructive power it can generate.

The best option was to simply avoid those scarlet limbs, quickly move away from the city, and shrink the illusory body.

Several black cloaks hung in different directions around the perimeter, forming a loose semi-circle.

The person in the black cloak at the front slightly raised their head, and the angle of the pale chin under the hood was slightly higher than before, revealing two red lights in the eye sockets—no pupils, only pure, thick blood red slowly moving inside the eye sockets.

The voice of the Faceless Cult leader came from beneath the blood-red ground, his tone still retaining that old-fashioned gentlemanly restraint, but the coldness in his voice was more pronounced than before: "Director Xu, please wait."

"There's no need to struggle in vain anymore."

It tilted its head slightly, as if surveying its surroundings.

"This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and pleasant scenery. It is an excellent place to be buried."

"It's not like you, the torchbearer and director, have been wronged."

Xu Xian, the director of the Dongjiang Provincial Bureau, frowned slightly. His gaze shifted from the pale-chinned man in front of him to the other figures in cloaks around him, then swept over the boundary of the blood-red domain in the distance. His thoughts raced through his mind:

Just a second ago, these figures were in the middle of the blood-red domain behind him, but the next second they had already crossed that space and cut in front of him.

This speed of movement exceeds ordinary instantaneous acceleration and is closer to a spatial jump.

In other words, the so-called Flesh and Blood Domain may have some kind of spatial manipulation ability, at least within the area covered by the domain, it can change its position at will.

He noticed something else at the same time.

Although these Faceless Cult members spoke confidently, saying things like "the burial ground" and "stay away," they only intercepted the enemy without actually launching a full-scale attack to suppress them.

If they were truly confident they could quickly defeat him, why bother going through all this trouble and wasting time talking to him? What are they waiting for? Or are they also facing limitations in their current state?

Although thoughts raced through his mind, Xu Xian, as a veteran torchbearer of the True Yang Realm, remained perfectly calm.

He looked around; everything around him was blood red, and the air was thick with the smell of rust.

Within the illusory image, he sniffed, making a disgusted expression, then looked at the several black-cloaked figures in front of him and sneered, "A bunch of rats from the gutter, acting all refined."

"It really makes me chuckle."

The Faceless Cult leader, standing at the very front, showed no change in expression, as if he couldn't understand the sarcasm in Xu Xian's words.

It looked at the figure shrouded in darkness and spoke, its voice still calm and cold: "Director Xu, you should know that you have no power to resist us, who are beings of great divinity."

"Just like now, without a domain, you are no match for me who has a domain."

It paused, the blood-red glint in its eyes swirling slightly: "Instead of struggling in agony and dying screaming, why not join us?"

"We can preserve your consciousness; you will still be you, just in a different body."

"Wouldn't it be a win-win situation if both worlds developed and progressed together?"

Xu Xian was too lazy to refute the Faceless Cult Leader's ridiculous words. What did he mean by joining them, developing and progressing together, and win-win? It was the first time he had ever seen a zombie species make enslavement sound so elegant and refined.

He continued to mentally analyze the clues he had gleaned from the previous rounds of conversation, repeatedly pondering them:

From the moment I was stopped to the time I finished that rambling, almost half a minute had passed.

If the opponent is truly an eleventh-level expert who has mastered a domain, then let alone half a minute, he could be pinned down and killed within this blood-red domain in three seconds.

But the other party didn't make a move; instead, they kept stalling him, talking nonsense, and seemingly chasing him while actually intercepting him!

At this point, he was completely certain: there was definitely something wrong with the opponent's condition and strength, and they were just stalling for time!

Either the domain requires some kind of energy to maintain, preventing it from going all out, or its own rank is not high enough to support prolonged high-intensity combat, or it has just advanced and is not yet stable, etc.!

But in short, the other party was definitely not as composed as they appeared on the surface!

Xu Xian slightly contracted the energy layer inside his illusory body, his voice emanating from its dark surface: "Without my domain, I am utterly powerless against you, who has mastered it?"

I'd also like to know the answer to that question.

He extended his right index finger.

The finger emerged from the surface of the pitch-black illusory body, its tip emitting a wisp of light thinner than a strand of hair.

The light was golden, but within the gold was a trace of pure black. The two colors were distinctly separated and adhered together, neither merging nor repelling each other, as if they had been pressed into the same crack by some extremely precise force.

"Rule: Candlelight!"

"Rule: Lurk in the shadows!"

"Rule: Boundary!"

As the three words fell, the ray of light at Xu Xian's fingertips suddenly shone brightly, tearing open the blood-red space around him and revealing a normal space underneath that was not covered by the domain.

The space was divided in two: one half was pure darkness, so dark that even light itself seemed to stop there; the other half was pure gold, so bright that even shadows could not find a place to stand.

The two halves of space formed a distinct ring around Xu Xian, as if a realm within a realm, a domain within a domain, had been forcibly erected within the Faceless Cult Master's domain!

Immediately afterwards, all the darkness began to converge on him, spreading and flowing along the surface of the illusory body, eventually solidifying into a jet-black, armor-like polymer that clung tightly to the surface of the illusory body, its outline thicker than before.

All the bright gold condensed in his right palm into a long, narrow golden sword. The edge of the blade was so bright it was almost white, and the blade was swirling with the same kind of energy as the ray of light at his fingertips.

The dark figure raised the golden longsword and, without pausing or hesitating, slashed directly at the group of black-cloaked figures in front of him.

The slash was incredibly fast; the blade flashed cleanly and sharply across the blood-red background, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Looking at the figure carrying a golden knife and covered in black armor, the faceless cult leader's eyes flashed slightly with a blood-red light.

"He has already comprehended three rules at only the tenth level, so he is not far from building the corresponding domain."

"Once you advance to the eleventh rank, you'll be a powerful eleventh rank with your own domain."

It sighed softly, as if lamenting something: "Humans..."

Then it stretched out a hand as pale as its chin, toward the dark figure rushing toward it.

The next moment, countless scarlet limbs emerged from the void, dense and thick, pressing down on the figure from all angles and levels, like a shrinking wall made of flesh and blood.

But something strange happened.

The moment those scarlet limbs came into contact with Xu Xian's black armor, there was no collision, no explosion, no energy clash or dissipation!

They silently disappeared into the blackness, a fine ripple spreading across the surface of the armor, and then the limbs vanished completely as if swallowed.

At this moment, the golden longsword, carrying an unstoppable aura, had already arrived in front of the Faceless Cult Leader.

The blade was less than an arm's length away from its pale profile, and the golden light had already burned a small scorch mark around the edge of its hood.

But just before the blade touched Him, the Faceless Cult Leader's figure suddenly flashed out of thin air and disappeared from the spot.

Xu Xian's blade did not stop. He flipped his wrist, and the blade's path suddenly changed direction in mid-air, slashing directly at an empty space to his side and rear.

The next second, the figures in black cloaks indeed appeared in that void. The moment they landed, the golden blade of light was already upon them.

For the first time, a flicker of something out of control appeared on the faceless cult leader's pale face.

The blood-red light in its eye sockets swirled slightly faster, and its brow furrowed slightly.

The next instant, its figure disappeared again, and the golden blade light changed direction almost at the same time it disappeared, pointing precisely at another empty area.

It flashed several times in succession, with extremely short intervals between each teleportation, but each time the golden longsword would arrive at its impending location first.

"Is it a locking ability, or some kind of precognitive ability...?"

For the first time, a hint of loss of composure appeared in the Faceless Cult Leader's voice.

Realizing it couldn't dodge the attack, it finally stopped dodging and, before the golden blade of light could descend again, suddenly swung its hand forward.

Countless scarlet limbs exploded in front of it, piling up layer upon layer at an extremely fast speed, forming a shield made of interwoven deformed limbs.

The limbs intertwined and pressed against each other, making a wet, twitching sound, similar to the tightening of muscles.

The golden blade of light fell, shattering the shield formed by the scarlet limbs, and then, with undiminished momentum, slashed down towards the Faceless Cult Leader's head.

Seeing this, the Faceless Cult Leader waved his hand again, and a dozen or so identical scarlet limb shields formed, blocking the blade light.

The first shield shattered the moment the blade touched it, the cut was smooth and clean, and the fragments scattered everywhere.

The blade's momentum remained undiminished, and it continued to advance.

The second and third shields were cut open one after another, and none of them could withstand even half a breath of blocking time.

The golden blade of light only slowed down when it was shattered down to just the last two limb shields.

A moment later, the flash of the blade went out.

The Faceless Cult Leader's face hung behind the last tattered shield, his expression turning extremely ugly.

Its eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, and the lines of its pale jaw were taut.

Although the combination of the three rules almost creates a pseudo-domain, it is ultimately not a true domain.

And within its own territory, it was actually being overwhelmed by a human who hadn't even mastered the territory yet?