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

boom--!

The malevolent energy within his body completely spiraled out of control in that instant.

It was no longer a gentle river, but had transformed into a raging flood, violently washing over my limbs and bones.

My heart was pounding violently, each beat pumping a thick, black, malevolent aura throughout my body.

My vision was instantly enveloped in a dark red hue.

"Kill...kill her...tear her bones off one by one..."

"Tear this old woman apart, use her blood to consecrate the knife..."

Countless noisy, frantic whispers exploded in my ears—the side effects of the Demon-Slaying Technique.

These desires, like venomous snakes, burrowed into my mind, trying to gnaw at my reason.

At the same time, the mysterious cool aura between my eyebrows also began to circulate rapidly, like a cold spring, firmly guarding the last bit of clarity in my mind.

That wasn't the end of it; at that moment, my left arm suddenly jolted.

The left arm, strengthened by the Self-Sewing Technique, now unleashed an extremely terrifying power in the state of being shrouded in wrath.

The stitches, densely packed with malevolent energy and sewn into the flesh, now emitted an eerie black light.

The muscles in my left arm bulged slightly, and a layer of dark blue keratin appeared on the surface of my skin. The speed of the evil energy circulation in my left arm increased by at least three times!

No sooner said than done.

The old woman's sharp claws had already touched the skin of my neck.

"clang--!"

I suddenly raised my left hand and actually managed to block the old woman's sharp claws, which were capable of splitting gold and breaking rocks, with my left hand.

The black fingernails collided with my dark blue arm, producing sparks like metal clashing, and the ear-piercing friction sound echoed through the corridor.

The old woman's distorted face revealed an expression of extreme horror.

She clearly hadn't expected that not only would I not be suppressed by the source of her natal Gu, but I would also unleash a ferocious aura that made even her heart tremble.

"Old man, it's my turn for the second round."

My voice remained calm, but under the influence of the Demon-Slaying Technique, it carried a chilling madness.

I thrust out my willow-leaf dagger with my right hand, the blade enveloped in a dense, almost liquefied aura of malevolence, transforming into a jet-black crescent moon, aimed straight at the old woman's lower abdomen.

The old woman let out a strange cry, pushed off the slippery wall, and instantly flew backward.

"Pfft!"

Despite her quick dodge, the scalpel still left a deep, bone-revealing wound on her waist.

The blood flowing from the wound wasn't red, but a foul-smelling green viscous fluid.

"You little beast! What kind of evil magic is this?!"

The old woman screamed, her voice filled with disbelief.

I couldn't be bothered to waste words with her. Before she could regain her balance, the black bone needle that had been waiting at my side moved.

"Royal!"

With the enhancement of the Sha-Covered State, the bone needles were so fast that they were completely invisible.

It drew intricate zigzag lines in the narrow tube gallery, precisely blocking all possible escape routes for the old woman.

The old woman was forced to jump between the wall and the water, looking quite disheveled.

Meanwhile, Lu Yan was also caught in a tough battle.

The black python that the snake-head cane transformed into was extremely powerful; each flick of its tail could shatter the cement pipe.

Lu Yan moved nimbly, her peach wood sword constantly unleashing lightning and fire, but in this damp environment, the power of the lightning and fire was greatly weakened, barely enough to restrain the giant python.

"Chen Yang! Finish this quickly! I can't hold out much longer!"

Lu Yan called out briefly, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

I understand that now is not the time for a protracted struggle.

The technique of warding off evil spirits cannot last. For every second I maintain it, the risk of me going berserk increases.

"die!"

I stomped my foot hard, unleashing my full mountain-shaking power.

With a loud bang, water splashed up three meters high.

I transformed into a black shadow and appeared in front of the old woman in an instant.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, a hint of madness flashed in the old woman's eyes.

She bit her tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto her hands. Her black fingernails suddenly grew larger again, becoming as big as scythes.

"A myriad of poisons erode the heart!"

She waved her hands frantically, and countless streams of green energy swept towards me.

I neither dodged nor avoided it, my left arm held horizontally in front of my chest, letting the energy cut tiny wounds into my left arm.

The enhancements from the Self-Sewing Technique made my body extremely strong; these attacks, though painful, were not fatal.

In that instant of close proximity, I suddenly reached out with my left hand, my five fingers like steel hooks, and gripped the old woman's shoulder tightly.

The old woman also became vicious, and her sharp claws pierced my right shoulder.

"Pfft!"

Blood instantly stained my clothes.

But I didn't even flinch; the pain I felt in the scorching state seemed to have been transformed into some kind of stimulant.

"Got you?"

I gave her what I thought was a gentle smile.

But in that old woman's eyes, my smile must have looked extremely ferocious.

I loosened the scalpel with my right hand.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting me to abandon my knife at this time.

The next second, I brought my right sword fingers together, and the black bone needles that had been lurking nearby instantly returned to their positions, landing steadily between my fingers.

"Ghost needle, sew!"

This is the first time I have used the Ghost Needle Technique on a living person.

The bone needles emitted a chilling aura that seemed to draw in souls.

Without hesitation, I inserted the bone needle into the old woman's brow.

"ah--!"

The most agonizing screams echoed throughout the entire underground system.

The old woman's body convulsed violently, and her previous frenzied energy deflated rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

The dark red light in her eyes began to dissipate, and the wriggling worms under her skin burst open one after another.

"No...it can't be...this is...this is that person's needle..."

As the old woman lay dying, her eyes were filled with endless fear, as if she recognized the origin of the bone needle.

I didn't give her a chance to continue speaking.

With a sudden burst of force, he crushed her shoulder blade.

The bone needle in his right hand slid down smoothly and grazed her throat.

puff.

The old woman's withered body fell limply into the puddles, splashing up a cloud of murky water.

With her death, the black python that had been fighting with Lu Yan let out a mournful cry, and transformed back into a snake-head cane broken in two, which sank to the bottom of the water.

I stood in the muddy water, panting heavily.

The dark red world before my eyes began to fade, and the frantic whispers in my ears gradually receded into the distance.

"Huff... huff..."

My body went limp, and I almost fell over.

"Chen Yang!"

Lu Yan rushed over and grabbed my shoulder.

She looked at my bloodied right shoulder and my left arm, which exuded an eerie aura, her eyes filled with complex emotions—worry, shock, and a hint of barely perceptible heartache.

"How...how are you?"

I forced a gentle smile, as usual, and although my voice trembled slightly, it remained steady: "It's nothing, I'm just a little... exhausted."