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

Elsewhere in the deep, dark realm, Xia Wan, with her short, neat hair, was walking among a range of dark red hills.

A gentle breeze swirled around her, and the breeze seemed to have a life of its own, supporting her body and making each step feel as light as if it had no weight.

She was also very fast, her black trench coat billowing behind her like a bird gliding close to the ground.

Before long, she entered an area where the fog was even thicker than in the safe zone.

The fog here was no longer a thin, barely perceptible veil, but rather a thick layer of gauze hanging in the air, compressing visibility to within a few dozen meters. Visibility was even worse, and the distant hills were reduced to blurry outlines.

Xia Wan stopped in her tracks, her ears twitched slightly, and she looked to her right.

In that direction, a blurry figure flashed past in the dark fog. Without hesitation, she disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, a black wolf with three tails appeared where she had been standing.

It was twice the size of an ordinary wolf, with thick limbs and claws that sank deep into the black sand.

The gaping maw opened slightly, revealing jagged, gleaming teeth.

What is most striking is its three tails, which are not grown together, but extend separately from the coccyx, each swaying independently, like three venomous snakes waiting to strike.

Each tail has a bony barb at the end, which gleams eerily in the dark red light.

A sixth-tier beast corpse species, and a speed-type one at that.

Xia Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Speed-type? That's perfect.

Her figure disappeared again.

This time, however, it wasn't a retreat, but a forward push.

The wind exploded beneath her feet, propelling her towards the three-tailed black wolf at an even greater speed. The wolf reacted quickly, its three tails lashing out simultaneously, its body jerking sharply to the side, dodging Xia Wan's first attack.

At the same time, it opened its mouth wide, and a black blade of air condensed from deep within its throat, shooting out towards Xia Wan.

Xia Wan did not dodge. She raised her right hand, and the airflow in her palm suddenly spun, forming a rotating wind wall in front of her.

The black air blade struck the wind wall, producing a piercing friction sound, before being bounced off and deflected, blasting a crater several meters wide into the sand beside it.

"Not bad speed," Xia Wan's voice came through the wind, "but not enough."

She waved both hands at the same time.

Two transparent wind blades attacked from both sides, blocking the three-tailed black wolf's retreat.

The black wolf slammed its tail on the ground and leaped high into the air, barely avoiding the two wind blades.

But as soon as it leaped into the air, it discovered a problem—it had nowhere to grab its weight.

Xia Wan had been waiting for this moment.

She pressed down hard with her palm facing down.

A counter-wind rises from the ground, not to attack, but to increase friction.

The black wolf felt as if its body was being supported by an invisible hand in mid-air, and its descent slowed down.

The next moment, Xia Wan appeared beside it.

With her right hand fingers together, a high-speed rotating wind cone condensed in her palm.

She thrust her arm forward, and the wind cone pierced through the three-tailed black wolf's head, exiting from the back of its skull, accompanied by a cloud of black dust.

The black wolf, still in mid-air, froze, and its three tails stopped wagging simultaneously.

Then, its body crashed heavily to the ground and began to collapse. Starting from the head, the body fell off piece by piece, turning into wisps of black dust, like a sand sculpture in the process of collapsing.

But Xia Wan's brows did not relax. She stared at the dissipating black smoke, her eyes still wary.

Sure enough, it's not over yet.

A plume of black smoke suddenly shot out from the collapsing body.

The smoke was as thick as ink and moved as fast as lightning, heading straight for Xia Wan's face.

Its shape is distorted, like a face that screams silently.

Xia Wan's lips curved slightly: she was prepared.

She opened her hands at the same time, and dozens of condensed wind needles appeared out of thin air in front of her, densely packed, like a swarm of bees ready to pounce.

Each of those needles was as thin as a hair, but the tips were packed with highly compressed air, making them as sharp as any metal weapon.

"go."

A barrage of needles was fired.

The black smoke was pierced by dozens of wind needles and pinned to mid-air from all directions.

It struggled, twisted, and tried to break free, but each of the wind needles was like a nail, firmly fixing it in place. A sharp, piercing screech came from the smoke, like the scream of something dying.

Then, it disappeared.

It turned into wisps of extremely fine black mist, which were blown away by the wind, leaving nothing behind.

Xia Wan nodded in satisfaction, dispelling the gentle breeze that swirled around her.

She glanced at the record that popped up on her watch—Sixth-tier Lustful Corpse Species, killed.

Three corpses of the same rank, the first one, complete.

She lifted her foot and continued walking towards the direction where the fog was thicker.

At the same moment, beneath a black sand dune.

Lu Chenzhou was wrestling with a wingless ground bird that had two long forelimbs.

The ground bird was even taller than him, its body covered in black scales, its two forelimbs as thick as pillars, with sharp claws at the ends, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound.

It has no wings, but its two hind legs are muscular, supporting its heavy body and giving it a steady and powerful gait.

Lu Chenzhou pressed forward step by step, supported by the pale golden light barrier.

The ground bird's claws slammed against the light wall again and again, producing dull, loud thuds, but the light wall remained completely still.

Lu Chenzhou's right fist, enveloped in golden light, pounded repeatedly on the ground bird's head, like beating a drum. The force of his punches was heavy, each blow causing the ground bird's head to tilt back, revealing fine cracks on its black scales.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

The ground bird's head finally succumbed to the continuous blows and collapsed.

It wasn't the kind of collapse that comes from a fracture; rather, the entire skull was hammered into the chest cavity, the neck disappeared, the head disappeared, leaving only a bare torso standing there, still trying to wave its forelimbs.

Lu Chenzhou didn't stop. He threw two more punches, smashing the headless torso to pieces.

The black scales shattered, revealing what was inside—no, it was empty.

It's not flesh and blood, not internal organs, nothing at all.

The body of the ground bird is like an empty shell, with no organs inside, only a thin cavity wall that looks like it has been hollowed out by something.

Lu Chenzhou frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Then, a distorted black cloud of energy emerged from the empty shell.

The cloud of air was small, only the size of a fist, but the aura it emitted was cold and distorted, completely different from the aura of the previous ground bird.

It slowly twisted and wriggled in mid-air, as if it had been stunned.

Lu Chenzhou didn't waste any words.

He raised his right fist, golden light condensing on it, and slammed it into the black mist.

The black energy was scattered for a moment after being smashed, and then it gathered again.

The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch—

His fists rained down like raindrops, each punch carrying a golden light, and each punch causing the black mist to shrink a little.

When the fifth punch landed, the black aura finally dissipated completely.

The shattered carcass of the ground bird, along with the body, turned into black smoke and dust, which was then blown away by the wind.

Lu Chenzhou withdrew his fist, nodded, stepped over the dissipating black smoke, and continued walking forward.

His steps were steady, each step firm and solid.

Another place.

Huang Shaolin stood on a black pebble beach, in front of him was an arthropod over three meters long with dozens of pairs of abdominal legs.

The thing resembled a centipede, but it was thicker and harder. Each segment of its body was covered with a black exoskeleton, and its abdominal legs were densely packed, like countless tiny feet wriggling simultaneously. Its head had a pair of curved antennae, at the tips of which were two small, shiny black eyes, which were staring intently at Huang Shaolin.

Huang Shaolin yawned.

The centipede seemed to be enraged by his attitude, and its body suddenly arched up, shooting towards him like an arrow released from a bow.

Dozens of pairs of ventral legs moved simultaneously at extremely high speeds, their black carapaces reflecting an eerie light under the dark red glow.

Huang Shaolin did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, and a crimson flaming spear instantly condensed in his palm.

The flames weren't ordinary red; they were a dazzling, fiery red, with an astonishingly high temperature that distorted the surrounding air.

The tip of the spear was translucent, with a magma-like light flowing inside.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear flew out of his hand.

The spear tip pierced through the centipede's head, went into its mouth, and came out through the last segment of its tail.

The centipede's crawling body froze, and dozens of its abdominal legs stopped moving at the same time.

Then, a fiery red light emanated from inside the centipede's body, engulfing its carapace, legs, antennae, and so on.

The body, along with the unborn lustful corpse within it, turned to ashes simultaneously in the flames, the entire process taking less than two seconds.

Huang Shaolin yawned again, put his hands in his trench coat pockets, and continued to venture deeper into the Class B danger zone.

Between two hills, at the edge of a slightly damp swamp, a figure engulfed in blue flames darted out at incredible speed.

"Holy crap, there's another Tier 6!" Wang Qi's voice echoed through the empty hills. "I'm outta here!"

He was incredibly fast, his feet barely touching the ground, leaving a faint scorch mark on the black sand with each step.

Behind him, a lizard that walks upright on two legs was chasing closely.

The lizard was about the same height as Wang Qi, but it was stronger and had short, thick limbs, but each step it took was very large.

Its large mouth was slightly open, revealing fine, saw-like teeth inside, and a sticky liquid dripped from its tongue, making a sizzling sound as it hit the ground.

The lizard's steps were large but infrequent; each step kicked up a cloud of black dust before it took the next.

It's obvious that the opponent isn't good at speed.

It has always maintained a distance that is neither too small nor too large from Wang Qi.

As Wang Qi ran, he took out a resonator from his trench coat pocket and turned it on.

A bright beam of light shot out from the resonator, piercing through the thick fog ahead and illuminating the path in front of him.

He quickly returned the way he had come.