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

When Wu You finished practicing his sword and came out of the Fengxiang Martial Arts School, it was already very late at night.

There were few people on the street, and the streetlights cast a long shadow of him. He carried the long cloth bag containing the sword and walked home at a leisurely pace. The bag swayed gently with each step.

The Phantom Flowing Cloud Sword Technique he practiced tonight was still running through his mind—after achieving a minor level of mastery, his swordsmanship had become much smoother, but his timing for the shadow slash was still not good enough; the moment the afterimage swung the sword, his true body's defense would reveal a tiny flaw...

He walked and pondered, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the bottom of Lanxing Residential Area.

The streetlight at the entrance of the building has been broken for several days and no one has fixed it. The area next to the doorway is dark and shadowy, and you can't see anything at all.

Wu You didn't stop walking; he went into the shadows.

Then--

boom!

The cold energy within my body suddenly surged violently.

It's not fluctuation, it's not a warning, it's a riot.

It felt like something exploded inside his body; the previously calm and flowing coolness instantly boiled and surged wildly, as if trying to break free of his body and escape.

My blood vessels were throbbing, my muscles were trembling, and even the spaces between my bones were tingling.

That feeling was more than ten times stronger than when I first encountered that third-tier Thousand-Faced Corpse.

Wu You's pupils suddenly contracted.

wrong.

That's not right.

He had never encountered this situation before.

Even when she was first pulled into the Dark Domain by that Tier 3 Thousand-Faced Corpse, the chill was only fluctuating.

This reaction now—

There are zombies nearby!

Moreover, its strength far surpasses that of a third-tier corpse!

At the same time, Wu You also discovered something: although the cold air was surging so violently this time, there was no chilling feeling that symbolized the dark realm.

The other party is in the real world.

Right beside him.

Wu You felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

He did his best to maintain his composure, not letting his expression reveal anything unusual, and continued walking forward at his original pace without even stopping.

One step, two steps, three steps.

However, the cold energy within the body surged more and more violently.

Especially the area near the back.

The cool air there seemed to be burning, surging and boiling wildly.

It's behind you.

And it's getting closer and closer.

Wu You could even sense that something was standing less than a meter behind him, staring at him.

The gaze fell on his back as if it were a physical thing, cold, sticky, and carrying some kind of inexplicable malice.

He could even hear his own heartbeat at that moment.

Thump, thump, thump, each one heavier than the last.

Can't wait any longer.

He suddenly lunged forward, instantly activating the Nine Shadow Steps, his figure transforming into a blur as he moved several meters to the side.

Then he turned around.

A "woman" stood quietly in the spot where he had just been standing.

She stood there, motionless, like a statue, wearing a long black dress and with her long hair flowing down her back. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent.

A night breeze blew by, causing the hem of her skirt to flutter slightly before falling back down.

But the most terrifying thing was those eyes.

Pure black.

There were no whites of the eyes, no pupils, only endless darkness.

She tilted her head and looked at Wu You, seemingly not understanding why he could spot her.

Then she raised her hand.

Wu You's hair stood on end instantly.

In that instant, only one thought crossed his mind—run!

He used the Nine Shadow Steps in succession, leaving afterimages in his place, while his true body flew out of the residential area.

Not here!

As Wu You ran, he sensed the faint presence behind him.

It caught up.

It's neither fast nor slow, just like taking a walk, but you just can't shake it off.

Wu You frantically calculated the difference in strength in his mind.

With his current strength, he would dare to confront even an ordinary fourth-tier corpse species head-on. But he couldn't even see through this black-skirted corpse species.

Fifth order?

Even sixth order?

Or even higher?

What should we do?

As his thoughts raced, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

It's not pain, it's cold.

It felt like someone had placed a block of ice on his back.

He looked down.

A slender, fair hand pierced through his back and down to his chest.

The hand pierced through the back and emerged from the chest, its five fingers long and slender, its nails a dark red that gleamed eerily under the streetlights.

"When...?"

The thought only flashed through Wu You's mind for a moment.

Then, with a pop—

The hand was pulled away from his body.

"puff--"

Wu You suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood mist dispersed in the night wind.

Only then did the excruciating pain come from my chest.

too fast.

It was so fast that even the pain receptors didn't have time to react.

At the same time, a chilling force began to spread from the wound into the body. That force was cold and piercing, and wherever it passed, muscles stiffened and blood stagnated.

However, the coolness within Wu You's body and the peculiar power associated with the Phantom Cloud Sword immediately reacted.

As if enraged, they surged wildly to the chest, desperately blocking the spread of that icy aura.

A chilling aura preceded a strange force, forcefully stopping the invasion of that icy chill near the wound, preventing it from spreading further.

"What the hell?! How are we supposed to fight this?!"

Wu You spat, and blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the scoop didn't reach the heart, it only pierced through the left lung lobe, otherwise I'm afraid I would have died on the spot!

Ignoring the excruciating pain and the dizziness caused by continuous blood loss, he continued to unleash the Nine Shadow Steps with all his might.

It's too late to fight.

But we need to stall for a little longer!

As he ran, he swung his left wrist three times.

This is the emergency assistance function of the watch provided by the Investigation Bureau.

Wu You kept changing directions, weaving through the streets.

With each breath, the wound in my lungs felt like it was being cut by a knife, blood kept gushing from my mouth and nose, and my vision began to blur.

But the presence behind him remained neither too close nor too far.

It's like playing.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

A huge sense of absurdity welled up in Wu You's heart.

His strength has been steadily increasing during this period, and he has indeed become a bit arrogant, even thinking that he can kill fourth-tier corpse species.

What now?

But they encountered a zombie species that they couldn't even fight back against.

"Am I going to die here today...?"

Wu You's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

"So, I'm still this weak..."

This single act stripped away all his arrogance.

This act of seeking knowledge teaches us to be humble and avoid complacency.

These four words flashed through my mind, and then I was immediately overwhelmed by excruciating pain.

The continuous blood loss caused his vision to blur and his steps to falter, making it increasingly difficult for him to execute the Nine Shadow Steps, but he dared not stop.

Stopping means death.

He gritted his teeth and, with his last shred of consciousness, sprinted toward Wang Qi's jurisdiction.

The black-dressed zombie followed behind at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll.

Just as Wu You's vision was almost completely blurred and he was about to give up—

A blue flame suddenly exploded in sight.

The blue was so intense it was almost white, and the temperature was incredibly high, distorting the surrounding air with its heat.

The flames surged, like a blooming blue lotus.

Then a familiar voice, filled with anger, suddenly rang out from the flames:

"Stop!"