What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Chapter 107 Half-Step Drought Demon?

"Chen Yang! Lu Yaya! This wicked child has grown too powerful to be fought head-on! Hold him off!"

Master Xuanzhen shouted sternly, then threw down the whisk in his hand.

The whisk swelled in the wind, transforming into countless white threads that wrapped around General Zuo's limbs.

"clear."

I took a deep breath, raised my hands, and poured all my inner energy and killing intent into the black bone needle.

The bone needle drew a strange arc in the air, avoiding the General Zuo's hard frontal armor, and went straight for his armpit.

That area is where joints connect, making it relatively vulnerable to attack.

At the same time, I pushed off with my feet, and instead of retreating, I advanced.

The scalpel in his hand spun rapidly at his fingertips, transforming into a silver halo.

Since ranged attacks are ineffective, let's engage in close-quarters combat.

The methods of corpse stitchers always involve life and death within a small space.

"Thunder Magic - Palm Thunder!"

Lu Yan has also adjusted her state.

She sheathed her peach wood sword, her palms crackling with lightning. Since the weapon would be knocked away, she would use the purest power of lightning to strike it.

The three of us surrounded General Zuo in a triangular formation.

The battle instantly intensified.

Or rather, it was our side that faced numerous dangers.

General Zuo is too strong.

Every strike he made was as heavy as a thousand pounds; even a casual swing of his hand could generate a gust of wind that felt like a knife cutting into one's face.

The silk threads of Master Xuanzhen's whisk had just wrapped around his left arm when they were burned by the corpse fire erupting from his body and snapped instantly.

Lu Yan's palm lightning struck his back, exploding into clusters of charred marks, but he seemed to feel no pain, and instead swung his elbow at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan could only roll awkwardly on the ground, her elbow slamming into a nearby stone pillar, breaking the thick pillar in two.

And I am walking beside him right now.

My mental focus was so intense that the world before me seemed to slow down.

I'm looking for opportunities.

Even the slightest chance.

"Ding!"

The scalpel cut his wrist.

The sharp blade sliced through the purplish-blue skin, but was immediately trapped by the muscles underneath.

Those muscles were as hard as granite, making my hands go numb from the impact.

"roll!"

General Zuo roared, and an even more terrifying heat wave erupted from his body.

This heatwave was not just ordinary high temperature, but rather a corrosive, deadly fire.

I felt a sharp pain on my exposed skin, and my eyebrows and hair smelled burnt.

We had no choice but to withdraw.

I touched the ground with my toes and retreated five meters in a flash.

As soon as they landed, a dark shadow loomed over them from above.

It's that broken sword.

General Zuo's speed was unbelievable. He caught up with me as I retreated, like a persistent, intractable disease.

This sword strike was unavoidable.

Damn it.

I gritted my teeth, and a murderous aura surged wildly in my eyes.

Just as I was preparing to unleash my full power to take the blow head-on, Master Xuanzhen's voice suddenly rang out.

"Young friend Chen! Bow your head!"

A yellow talisman was pasted on my back.

A warm current surged into my body in an instant, increasing my speed by 30% in that instant.

The Divine Travel Talisman.

Using that force, I suddenly squatted down and slid out almost skimming the ground.

"boom!"

The broken sword struck the spot where I had just been standing, blasting a two-meter-diameter crater into the hard blue brick ground. Shards of stone flew everywhere, stinging my face.

"Where do you think you're going!"

General Zuo missed his first attack, and his angry roar was like a thunderclap.

He didn't even need to catch his breath; his burly body smashed through the billowing dust, and the broken sword in his hand, carrying a foul stench, swept towards me once more.

Suddenly, a figure cut in from the side.

"You wicked creature! Cease your rampage!"

It is Master Xuanzhen.

The whisk in his hand had been replaced with a peach wood sword.

Master Xuanzhen, stepping on the Heavenly Gang Step, moved through the hall like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, he struck the spine of the broken sword before General Zuo could react.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The powerful, heavy broken sword was actually slightly deflected by this single, deflecting strike, and struck the white marble railing beside it.

With a loud bang, the railing shattered.

"Chen Yang! Lu Yatou! Look at that offering table!"

Master Xuanzhen used the momentum to retreat, landing in a corner of the stage. He stared intently at General Zuo and shouted sharply, "This wicked creature is not some half-step drought demon at all!"

He's all bark and no bite! I just noticed that every time he activates the corpse fire, the heart on the offering table beats once!

I turned my head sharply to look at the offering table.

Sure enough, the heart that had been shriveled and withered in the golden plate was now beating slightly, as if it were alive.

With each pulse, a visible crimson aura of blood flowed through the ground beneath the stage and into General Zuo's body.

"It turns out to be a fake, a resurrected entity!"

Master Xuanzhen sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"He killed his wife and took her heart, not just to seek out ghost soldiers."

It seems the key to that evil spell lies in that heart!

Once that heart is destroyed, he'll revert to his original form!

"Heartbreaking..."

My eyes narrowed.

At this moment, General Zuo seemed to understand what Master Xuanzhen was saying.

He stopped chasing me and suddenly turned around, trying to protect the offering table behind him.

"Want to go back? Too late!"

Lu Yan also climbed up from the ruins. She bit her fingertip and quickly drew a palm lightning talisman on her palm.

"Five Thunder Orthodox Method - Lock!"

It's sizzling!

Several bolts of lightning, each as thick as a child's arm, shot out from her palms. Although they could not penetrate General Zuo's defenses, they transformed into several lightning snakes that tightly coiled around General Zuo's feet.

General Zuo suddenly stopped.

That meal gave me the opportunity.

"Royal!"

I took a deep breath, and my mental energy and malevolent aura surged forth like a tide.

The black bone needle instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt, bypassing General Zuo's defenses and heading straight for the golden plate on the offering table.

General Zuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he reached out to grab the bone needle.

But Master Xuanzhen had already closed in, his peach wood sword transforming into countless cold stars, targeting his eyes and throat, forcing him to defend himself.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

The black bone needle pierced through the withered heart.

For a moment, the entire tomb seemed to freeze.

The heart trembled violently, then instantly disintegrated into countless black powders.

"ah--!!!"

General Zuo let out an extremely agonizing scream.

The indestructible purple-gold luster on his body quickly faded away, like the receding tide.

The terrifying heat and corpse fire that had been surrounding them were extinguished in an instant.

His once full body shriveled up at a visible speed, turning into a hideous dried corpse.

"My... immortality..."

He staggered backward, the red light in his eyes dimming considerably.