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

This series of attacks appears to be complex.

From the moment I rose from the ground and unleashed my blade, to the willow-leaf blade sealing off the surroundings, and then to the bone needles silently flanking and attacking from behind.

But in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

I controlled the attack intervals of the entire combo very precisely, and the total time would not exceed two seconds.

Among them, the four sharp willow-leaf knives and the concealed black bone needles worked simultaneously, forming a three-dimensional strangulation net with no blind spots.

But in those seemingly brief two seconds, Shi Cuishan effortlessly neutralized all my deadly attacks.

At the same time, I used the momentum of my charge to deliver a powerful, all-out slash at your waist.

His response was simply to throw a seemingly slow punch.

The trajectory of that punch is clearly imprinted on my retina.

There were no fancy afterimages, nor any earth-shattering explosions.

But it was precisely this seemingly ordinary punch that struck first despite being delayed.

Just before my blade was about to strike his waist, my fist slammed directly into the blade of the black knife.

From the very beginning, I never underestimated Shi Cuishan, this suddenly appearing guardian of the cauldron.

When I attacked him, I immediately activated the Forbidden Technique of Cloaking Fiends, going all out.

No cards were held back.

However, it was only when that fist adorned with dark red array-patterned gauntlets clashed with the black blade that I truly understood what an insurmountable chasm meant.

A terrifying force, as if an entire bus were crashing into it, surged wildly into the black knife's blade.

My body, which had been strengthened several times, and all the strength enhanced by the Mountain-Shaking Force and the Killing Qi, were as fragile as a withered leaf in a storm in the face of this violent fist force.

I couldn't even hold on for half a second.

His hands were instantly torn apart at the base of his thumb, and blood spurted out.

Immediately afterwards, that force shattered the jade-colored baleful aura covering my blade and struck my chest directly.

"Bang--!"

After a muffled thud.

I was blasted away, knife and all.

While suspended in mid-air, all you could hear was the howling of the wind.

I endured the excruciating pain, as if my sternum were shattering, and struggled to open my eyes. At that moment, my heart felt incredibly bright.

Today, it's unlikely that anyone will survive and leave this underground mine.

This ordinary-looking blacksmith, dressed in coarse cloth, didn't unleash the black aura that filled the sky like those evil cultivators when he made his moves, nor did he have any dazzling light and shadow effects.

However, the power, speed, and terrifying inner energy he displayed in that punch just now have far exceeded the scope of the Dan realm!

This guy is probably a terrifying existence who has truly stood at the top of the cultivation world's pyramid.

Zhang Xuanqing doesn't give me the same feeling as him...

My body traced a long parabola in mid-air, and he blasted me directly from the mine entrance above the churning, dark red lava river with his punch.

A wave of scorching heat rolled in from below, as if to roast me alive.

During my backward flight, my body completely lost control, and like a cannonball, I passed through the two magma array fire walls one after another.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The moment I pierced through the wall of fire, the terrifying heat, enough to melt steel, instantly enveloped my entire body.

If it weren't for the fact that the evil core within my body was still operating wildly, continuously extracting evil energy to cover my body and protect me, I would have been in trouble.

I'm afraid I'd be burned to a crisp the moment I stepped through the wall of fire.

Even so, the protective aura attached to my body could not completely isolate this extreme earth vein fire.

I could clearly feel the fabric of the jacket on my back vaporize and burn instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell of burning flesh entered my nostrils.

At the same time, a burning pain shot through my back.

This means that a large area of ​​my back was severely burned by the high temperature.

"boom!"

After flying a distance of thirty or forty meters, my back finally slammed heavily against the rock face on the opposite bank of the lava river.

The immense impact caused the entire rock face to tremble violently, sending countless fragments of rock and dust tumbling down.

I felt as if all my internal organs had shifted at that moment.

His already injured chest felt as if it had been slammed with a sledgehammer, and a strong, metallic taste of blood immediately rose from deep in his throat.

However, before I could slide down the rock wall and my feet actually touch the ground, a blinding red light flashed past my sight.

At this moment, Shi Cui Mountain had already crossed the wide lava river and appeared directly in front of me like a ghost.

His movements were so fast that they were completely incomprehensible, as if he could shrink the distance between people, which completely defied common sense.

I was pinned tightly to the recess in the rock wall, looking at the cold face so close to me, my eyes showing no panic or pleading.

I forced down the mouthful of scalding blood that had welled up in my mouth, completely ignoring the burning internal energy that had been forcefully drilling into my meridians and wreaking havoc following the punch.

In my code of conduct, there is absolutely no reason to sit idly by and wait for death as long as I haven't breathed my last breath.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to circulate the small amount of jade-colored evil energy that I could mobilize within my body.

Using the momentum of my body sliding down the rock wall, I suddenly flipped my wrist and, with my last bit of strength, gripped the black knife and slashed fiercely at Shi Cuishan's neck.

This strike lacked the earth-shattering blade light and the violent bloodlust of the previous one.

Yes, it was just the purest killing intent and the instinct for survival.

Faced with my desperate counterattack, Shi Cuishan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply stretched out his hands slowly, the movements appearing very casual, yet precise to the extreme.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

His hands, clad in dark red array-patterned gauntlets, firmly gripped my wrists as I held the knife.

My slash stopped abruptly less than ten centimeters from his neck.

It could no longer advance even an inch.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Cuishan snorted coldly.

The already intense red light emanating from his body suddenly intensified, like a miniature sun rising in an underground cave.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

As his voice rang out, a terrifying internal energy, ten times larger than before, surged wildly into the meridians of my arms from where he was gripping my wrist.

"Well--!"

At that moment, I finally couldn't hold back and let out a painful groan.

It was like a series of burning, venomous snakes, tearing and biting upwards along the meridians of my arm.