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

Blood instantly stained my left waist and abdomen, dripping down the hem of my trench coat into a puddle.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, after being struck by this sword, the chilling internal energy would instantly cause them unbearable pain and reduce their fighting ability by more than half.

But I didn't.

He didn't even frown.

In the state of being shrouded in scorching heat, my sense of pain is greatly reduced, replaced by a purer, colder fighting instinct.

The malevolent energy surging within my body swarmed towards me the instant I was injured, like sharks attracted by the smell of blood.

They tightly enveloped the wound, forcefully resisting the erosion of that chilling true energy.

At the same time, my muscles instinctively clenched inward, forcefully stopping the sword's edge and slowing the loss of blood.

As the soft sword pierced my body, the main blade that I had been tightly gripping in my right hand drew an extremely sharp crescent-shaped arc from bottom to top.

The target was his throat.

He snorted coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

With a sudden flick of my wrist, the soft sword that had pierced my ribs did not choose to go any deeper, but was instantly withdrawn.

As the soft sword was withdrawn from my body, it brought with it a long trail of warm blood droplets.

Then, the sword tip inexplicably turned back in mid-air.

With a loud clang, the soft sword precisely parried my upward-slashing willow-leaf knife.

If his first attack fails, he will not let his advantage hold.

He completely abandoned his defenses against the three Qi-controlling weapons around him and poured all his true energy into the longsword in his hand.

The sword's momentum enveloped me like a raging storm, each strike aimed directly at my vital points.

His movements were incredibly fast at that moment, and the dark blue sword light wove a net of death in the rainy night.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two more chilling sounds of flesh being torn apart.

My right thigh and left shoulder were once again slashed open by his all-pervasive, dark blue sword energy, leaving two deep, bone-revealing gashes.

Blood mixed with cold rainwater flowed wildly down my body.

The puddles beneath my feet were stained a shocking dark red.

It hurt a little, but my expression remained increasingly calm.

Because I knew that he couldn't sustain this kind of unrestrained outburst for long.

The price he paid for abandoning defense was equally devastating.

Just as he slashed my left shoulder with his sword, preparing to switch tactics and pierce my heart, in that extremely small gap...

The black bone needles, lurking in the shadows, finally found the most fatal flaw.

Like a black lightning bolt, it instantly pierced through the rain, carrying extremely violent blood energy, and directly pierced his left calf.

"Pfft!"

The bone needles' terrifying penetrating power and accompanying destructive force directly shredded the muscle fibers and some bones in his calf.

The man in the gray shirt staggered uncontrollably to the left.

And the fatal sword that was originally aimed at my heart was thus deflected.

It only left a two-inch-long gash below my left collarbone.

For top experts, this momentary loss of balance is the boundary between life and death.

I didn't hesitate at all.

The evil core within his body was operating wildly at this moment, squeezing out a massive amount of evil energy.

Then I poured it into my left arm without reservation.

I took a sudden step forward to meet his somewhat scattered sword light.

His sword, which he was trying to use to turn the tide, was aimed at my neck, but I dodged it by slightly turning my head.

At the same time, my left hand gripped his right wrist, which was holding the sword, like an iron clamp.

"Snap!"

A sound of bones cracking rang out in the torrential rain.

With the ferocious power of the Mountain-Shaking Force combined with the terrifying grip of my left hand, I crushed his wrist bone into powder.

The black, soft sword, unable to be held, clattered into the puddle.

My right hand, already gripping the rain-soaked and blood-stained blade, slashed across his neck, which he arched back in agony, without any hesitation.

Dark red lightning and malevolent energy erupted from the blade.

"laugh--"

They encountered no significant resistance.

This reforged, malevolent weapon easily sliced ​​through the remaining protective energy around his neck.

Blood gushed out and splattered onto my already tattered raincoat.

A few drops even splashed onto my face, carrying a warm, slightly fishy taste.

The man in the gray shirt stared intently at me, making gurgling sounds in his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

But a large amount of blood rushed into his trachea, making it impossible for him to utter a complete syllable.

I released my left hand from his wrist.

Instantly, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and he slowly collapsed onto the muddy bluestone slab, splashing up a cloud of murky water.

I stood there, slowly exhaling a breath of foul air that smelled of blood.

The cool sensation between my brows subsided slowly, like the receding tide.

With a thought, I dispelled the "Body of Evil" state.

The murderous urge that had been lingering in his mind, trying to tear his reason apart, also vanished.

As the state was lifted, the intense pain that had been forcibly suppressed surged up from all parts of the body like a tidal wave.

I slightly hunched over, mobilized the remaining evil energy in my body, and quickly sealed the acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding.

Then, I shook the blood off the main blade in my right hand and slowly tucked it into my sleeve.

At the same time, with a slight movement of his mental energy, he retrieved the two spare willow-leaf knives and the black bone needle that were scattered around him, and put them close to his body.

After doing all this, I turned around and looked at Li Qing and the others not far away.

The rain was still falling, but the suffocating sense of oppression that had permeated the Jinxiuyuan area had completely vanished.

……

At the crossroads.

The environment here has changed dramatically.

The once smooth asphalt road surface is now covered with terrifying, crisscrossing cracks, as if it had been repeatedly crushed by dozens of heavy road rollers.

The traffic light pole in the middle of the intersection had broken off at the base and lay on the muddy road. The broken wires were submerged in water, occasionally bursting into clusters of eerie blue sparks.

The torrential rain continued to pour down all around, but in the center of this intersection, the rain seemed to encounter an invisible hemispherical barrier.

The raindrops, as big as beans, were shattered by an extremely powerful and chaotic energy when they were still two or three meters above the ground, turning into white water vapor that rolled and spread in all directions.

In this white mist, two figures stood facing each other, about ten meters apart.

The fat man wearing the Ultraman mask wasn't in good shape at the moment.

The black umbrella he was holding had several holes in it.

The umbrella ribs were severely deformed by the violent airflow, curling outwards, looking both comical and pathetic.

Beneath the mask, rainwater and large beads of sweat mixed together and dripped down the fat man's chin.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently. His suit was already soaked with rain, outlining the contours of his rolls of fat.