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

Wu You stepped into another section, deliberately choosing to walk through those dark and secluded corners.

Deep in the alley, behind the abandoned factory, on the shady side of the garbage station, amidst the ruins of the demolition area—wherever it's dark, that's where you go; wherever it's remote, that's where you go.

The grayish-white sword light continuously drew from its sheath and then returned to it.

Allocable experience points +10

Allocable experience points +10

Allocable experience points +10

. . .

Looking at the numbers constantly changing on the Sword Codex panel, Wu You nodded in satisfaction.

This area is still undeveloped, and there's still a lot of inventory.

He sheathed his sword and continued walking forward.

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At the same time.

Within a dark realm.

Black fog surged, obscuring the sun.

"Xiao Ji, this is a Tier 1 Thousand-Faced Corpse, also known as a Pseudo-Human Corpse, and it is the most common Corpse in our Lanhe City."

A man in his thirties stood in the black mist, wearing a black trench coat and holding a psionic pistol. He introduced himself to a young man in his early twenties beside him. His name was Peng Yong, a second-tier Executor with five years of experience.

The young man's name was Xu Ji. He had just joined the company a week ago and was a Level 1 Ability User. At this moment, he was holding his sidearm, with a knowing look on his face.

"We usually use—" Peng Yonggang began.

"I know, I know, Brother Peng!" Xu Ji interrupted, grinning. "Usually, a psionic pistol is enough to handle it, right? Brother Peng, I've killed a few Tier 1 pseudo-humanoid zombies, so you don't have to tell me every time."

Peng Yong glanced at him, smiled, and shook his head.

"Even so, we still need to be careful." He took a step back. "The usual rule applies: you handle it."

Xu Ji responded and raised his sidearm.

Not far ahead, a grotesque, distorted corpse was staggering toward them.

The low-level Thousand-Faced Corpse Species, Tier 1, has extremely low intelligence and only seeks flesh and blood based on instinct.

boom--

A silver beam shot from the gun muzzle, striking the corpse's head precisely.

The corpse swayed and fell to the ground.

Xu Ji whistled and put away his sidearm.

"Done."

But two seconds later, he froze.

The corpse did not turn into black smoke and dissipate.

The surrounding dark mist did not dissipate.

Peng Yong, who was standing to the side, immediately frowned.

wrong.

He gripped his sidearm tightly, stepped forward, and stared warily at the fallen corpse.

Just then.

The corpse moved.

It slowly raised its head and opened its eyes.

Those eyes—

It is no longer the godlessness of a low-level zombie, nor the greed of hunting.

Those were eyes that possessed wisdom.

Indifferent, clear-headed, as if sizing up prey.

Peng Yong's pupils constricted sharply, and a loud shout burst from his mouth:

"Watch out! This is—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Thin wisps of black energy shot out from the corpse, densely packed like countless twisting snakes, towards the two of them.

At the same time, that aura was surging.

First-order D... First-order C... First-order A... Second-order C... Second-order A—

It's still rising.

Without a second thought, Peng Yong waved his left hand, and three water bullets materialized out of thin air and shot towards the black mist. At the same time, he also fired continuously with his psionic pistol in his right hand.

boom! boom! boom!

The silver bullets and water bullets struck the black mist and exploded, but only paused the black mist for a moment.

Xu Ji activated his ability instantly, his feet creating a gust of wind as he floated backward, but the black energy was equally fast, almost like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing him.

"Brother Peng! What the hell is this thing?!"

His voice trembled.

Peng Yong frowned and waved his hand again, sending several water ropes shooting out from his palm, attempting to entangle the black energy.

But the black mist seemed to have a life of its own, twisting and turning nimbly to avoid the water ropes' entanglement.

And the aura of that corpse creature was still rising.

Second-order A limit.

It's just one step away from the third tier.

A picture suddenly flashed through Peng Yong's mind—information he had once seen on the survey platform.

The Corpse Clan of Lustful Devourers.

A special kind of being that can parasitize other corpse species.

They conceal their presence, parasitizing lower-ranking corpses of other races to disguise themselves as such. Once their prey approaches, they reveal their fangs and typically attack with black mist.

Even more terrifying is that they can absorb the negative emotions of their prey—fear, despair, anger, and so on—to strengthen themselves.

The more afraid they are, the stronger they become.

"Rational spray!"

Peng Yong shouted, and at the same time pulled out the small spray bottle from his waist and sprayed it all over his face.

Xu Ji was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Peng Yong would spray him with the "rationality spray," but at this moment he dared not hesitate and immediately took out the spray and sprayed himself twice.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

A cool sensation washed over me.

The anxiety, fear, and other negative emotions that had just welled up in their hearts vanished instantly, as if extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The aura of that corpse creature also stopped growing.

It stopped at the second-order A limit, just one step away from the third order.

But even though they haven't reached the third tier yet, they are not easy for the two of them, who are at the first or second tier, to deal with.

Peng Yong took a deep breath, his mind clearer than ever before.

"Cooperate with me!" he said in a deep voice. "Xiao Ji, you're in charge of holding it back, I'll find an opportunity to attack its main body!"

Xu Ji gritted his teeth and nodded.

A gentle breeze arose around him, instantly increasing his speed to its maximum. He weaved through the black mist, drawing away their pursuit, while Peng Yong seized the opportunity to condense water bullets and bombard the corpse's main body time and time again.

boom! boom! boom!

The water bomb exploded, and cracks appeared on the corpse's body, but they were quickly filled by black energy.

Time passed second by second.

The two men sustained more and more wounds.

Peng Yong's right arm was slashed by a black aura, his trench coat was torn, and blood gushed out. Xu Ji's leg was also entangled once, and he was almost dragged away, only managing to break free with his life.

Most importantly, the negative emotions that had been suppressed in their hearts began to resurface!

The two could only take out their sanity spray and spray themselves with it again.

Although the negative emotions have been temporarily suppressed, the situation is still far from optimistic.

The black mist gradually gathered, weaving into a huge net that enveloped the two of them.

There is nowhere to escape.

Peng Yong looked at the approaching black net, then glanced at Xu Ji beside him, who was covered in wounds but still had a gentle breeze by his side, and suddenly made a decision.

He shoved Xu Ji away.

"Walk!"

Xu Ji staggered two steps, turned around, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Peng Yong turned around, facing the black net, and spread his arms, a layer of water condensing in front of him.

"Brother Peng!"

"Go!" Peng Yong said without turning his head, his voice hoarse. "Head towards the edge of the black mist. Hold on, someone from the bureau will definitely come! If you really can't hold on any longer, then use the Dark Domain Lockdown Device!"

The black net descended, enveloping Peng Yong entirely.

The black mist was like countless needles, piercing into his body.

Peng Yong gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

He glanced back at Xu Ji and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

That smile seemed to say: It's okay.

The next second, the black mist completely engulfed him.

Xu Ji stood there, trembling all over.

He opened his mouth, as if to shout something, but nothing came out.

He could only watch helplessly as the man who had taught him for a week, taken him on missions, and always cheerfully said "Let's do it again" was swallowed up by the black mist.

He hates.

He hated himself for being so weak.

He hated himself for not being stronger.

He hated that he could only stand there, unable to do anything.

Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

But he didn't stop either.

If he stays there, Brother Peng will have died in vain!

He stared intently at the black mist, in the direction where Peng Yong had been swallowed, and then activated his wind-elemental abilities to the maximum.

He must hold on until the Bureau of Investigation provides support!

If all else fails, he will use a one-time Dark Domain Locker to at least trap this corpse in the Dark Domain!

However, it seemed that the hatred and anger in Xu Ji's heart were absorbed by the corpse creature's senses, and its aura actually crossed the limit of the second tier and reached the third tier level!

Sensing that almost terrifying aura, a hint of despair appeared in Xu Ji's eyes.

He pulled a disposable Dark Domain Lockdown Device from his trench coat: "Brother Peng..."

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, in the real world...

Wu You sheathed his sword and continued walking forward.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

A slight movement of coolness stirred within the body.

A strange, sticky sensation, different from the previous cold feeling, came from a certain direction and wrapped around his body.