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

My eyes narrowed, but I didn't use the knife to block it.

Physical means are rarely effective against this type of spiritual attack.

I jerked my left hand, and the black bone needle hidden in my chest flew out instantly.

"rise!"

I gave a low shout and activated my Qi control technique at full power.

Twenty percent of the malevolent energy within his body was instantly drawn away and injected into the bone needles.

The black bone needles seemed to come alive, emitting a clear, melodious buzzing sound, and flew out instantly.

It drew an arc in the air, and its speed was twice as fast as that of the black snake!

"puff!"

The needle tip against the snake's head.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft, muffled thud.

The black bone needle pierced through the black snake's vital spot without any hindrance.

The menacing black snake froze in mid-air for a moment, and then its body began to tremble violently.

The black snake's originally solidified black image dissipated rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

"ah--!"

The evil monk let out a piercing scream, clutching his chest and staggering backward.

Clearly, his spell was broken, and he suffered a backlash.

I didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

"go."

I pointed my sword.

The bone needle that pierced the black snake swirled in the air, carrying its lingering malevolent energy, and headed straight for Kong's brow.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

That evil monk was indeed a seasoned and experienced cultivator, displaying astonishing reflexes at the critical moment of life and death.

At that moment, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

He spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a blood-red shield that blocked his way.

"Ding!"

The bone needle struck the blood shield and was bounced away.

But I took this opportunity to rush up to him.

Ten meters, covered in an instant.

The willow-leaf knife in my hand, radiating a strong murderous aura, slashed fiercely down at his neck!

The evil monk quickly raised his bone knife to block.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The immense recoil made my hands go numb, but the evil monk wasn't having an easy time either.

My slash forced him to his knees, and the concrete beneath his feet instantly cracked.

With a blank expression, I flicked my wrist, and the willow-leaf dagger slid down his bone knife, slicing straight at his fingers.

The evil monk let out a strange cry and had no choice but to release the bone knife and roll backward.

I followed him closely, never giving him a chance to create distance and cast my spells.

Close combat is the strength of the Corpse Stitcher, and also the nightmare of this type of mage character.

My swordsmanship has no fancy moves, it's all about killing.

Every cut was aimed straight for vital organs: throat, heart, genitals, and eyes.

The evil monk was beaten badly, his wounds multiplied, and black blood splattered all over the ground.

"Bastard! Bastard!"

He roared repeatedly, then suddenly pulled a black skull from his pocket and crushed it.

"Bang!"

A thick cloud of purple smoke erupted, instantly enveloping an area of ​​five meters in radius.

"magical!"

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed.

What appeared before me was no longer an abandoned factory, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Countless vengeful spirits crawled out of the sea of ​​blood, grabbed my legs, and tried to drag me down.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua's deathly pale face appeared directly in front of me, blood streaming from her seven orifices, staring intently at me: "Brother Chen... I'm not in pain... Please come down and play with me..."

I immediately realized that I was under an illusion.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, even the slightest wavering of their will would give the evil monk an opportunity to kill them.

But when I looked at "Zhang Xiaohua," all I could see in my eyes was pity and anger.

"You deserve to go to the deepest hell for toying with the souls of the dead."

I closed my eyes, and the cool sensation between my brows flowed throughout my body.

"break!"

The malevolent energy within his body suddenly erupted, like a bomb exploding inside him.

The terrifying malevolent aura instantly dispersed the purple smoke and shattered the illusion.

When I opened my eyes again, Nakong was holding a dagger coated with deadly poison, less than ten centimeters from my chest.

Suddenly, the sneer on his face froze.

Because my scalpel had already pierced his heart first.

"you……"

The evil monk stared at me wide-eyed, incredulous.

I gripped the knife handle and slowly turned it, completely shattering the life force in his heart.

"Next life... never mind, you probably don't have a next life."

I leaned close to his ear and spoke the coldest words in the gentlest voice.

Then, I suddenly pulled out the knife.

Na Kong's body twitched a few times, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and finally he fell heavily to the ground.

As he died, the corpse puppets around him that were not quite dead fell to the ground and turned into puddles of black water.

At that moment, my brow twitched slightly.

Under my control, the bone needle pierced through the evil monk's brow in an instant, completely shattering his soul.

The Ghost Needle can sew up souls, but it can also kill them.

The evil monk from Southeast Asia has been utterly destroyed.

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

I let out a long breath, sensing the depletion of the malevolent energy within my body.

The series of bursts just now, whether it was controlling the needles or breaking through illusions, required an extremely large amount of energy and spirit to support them.

In the past, I would have been at my wit's end by now.

But right now, I feel that I am in good condition, and about 50% of the evil energy in my body is still remaining.

This is the benefit of a breakthrough; it's not just about accumulating malevolent energy, but about a comprehensive improvement.

"Clap clap clap".

At that moment, applause came from behind.

I turned around and saw Li Qing walking over.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Old Chen, your skills are getting more and more abnormal."

My buddy hadn't even made a move yet, and you'd already soloed the boss!

But that needle-throwing move you just made was really cool, it had a bit of a 'needle fairy' feel to it."

"screw you."

I rolled my eyes at him and ignored his teasing.

At this moment, Lu Yan also put away her pistol and walked over.

She didn't walk towards us, but went straight to the corpse of the evil monk.

After squatting down to examine it, she took out her phone and took a picture of the evil monk's face, seemingly comparing it to something.

Half a minute later, Lu Yan walked towards us with a serious expression: "We have confirmed the identity of this evil monk."

This man is called Na Kong, and he is a protector of the Black Serpent Sect, which is based in the Southeast Asia.

This Black Serpent Cult is quite powerful, with many sorcerers under its command who are skilled in black magic.

This ruthless man, Nakong, is on the international wanted list. I never expected he'd fall to you today.

I wiped the blood off the knife, sheathed it, and shook my head: "It wasn't all my doing."

"It's mainly because we coordinated well. If it weren't for Li Qing's restraint and your round of lightning magic, I wouldn't have been able to get close to him so easily."

Lu Yan shook her head: "Don't be modest. You deserve the most credit this time."

She turned to the group of folklore bureau members and ordered: "Clean up the battlefield and search the basement."

Be careful, don't touch those bottles and jars.

I walked to the empty corpse and squatted down.

During the fight, I noticed that he was tightly guarding something in his arms, and he didn't even take it out to use it when he was fighting desperately at the end.