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

"Buzz—"

The long, black sword I was holding tightly in my hand suddenly emitted a low, guttural hum.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sudden emptiness in my chest.

It felt as if the very core of my life force had been sucked away by the tip of the knife.

However, I quickly realized that it must have been my heart's blood that had been swallowed by this black knife.

This murderous weapon, which came from an underground mass grave, has finally revealed its most terrifying side after drinking its master's heart's blood.

On the blade of the black knife, the originally fine, water-ripple-like dark forging patterns suddenly lit up with an eerie dark red light.

The next second, an extremely powerful and unparalleled wave of Yin blood energy exploded from inside the blade.

With a mad will to destroy everything, it followed the hilt of the sword and crashed directly into Shi Cuishan's hands, which were clad in dark red array-patterned gauntlets.

"Bang!"

A muffled explosion resounded between me and Shi Cuishan.

Shi Cuishan's body, which had been as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly trembled.

His cold, all-encompassing expression froze instantly, then turned to utter surprise.

The scorching internal energy he forcibly injected into my meridians was instantly destroyed by this terrifying bloodlust fluctuation.

The enormous recoil force acted directly on Shi Cuishan, causing him to stagger backward several steps, leaving deep footprints on the hard rock.

And this is just the beginning.

The moment Shi Cuishan was knocked back, my internal condition underwent a dramatic change.

The jade-colored baleful energy that had been suppressed deep within my dantian by Shi Cuishan and which even I myself could not mobilize was now as if it had received some irresistible summons.

All the malevolent energy in my body, including that wisp of golden light bestowed by the remnant soul of the dragon, was present.

At this moment, everything uncontrollably flowed along the meridians of my arms, surging wildly towards the black knife I was holding in my hands.

In the blink of an eye, all the evil energy in my body was completely drained, leaving not even a trace behind.

But at this moment I did not feel weak; instead, I entered a mysterious and strange state.

At that moment, I clearly felt that I was no longer holding the knife and controlling this deadly weapon.

Rather, it was "it" that guided me.

This feeling is very strange.

It's as if there's an unseen person standing behind me right now.

Those invisible hands tightly enveloped my hands.

And that unseen presence guided my body to slowly raise the black knife that had already been pulled from my chest.

Then, following a seemingly random yet incredibly profound trajectory, he swung his sword horizontally forward.

Just as my hands were being guided, I slowly swung the knife.

The whole world has changed.

I felt everything around me fall into absolute silence in an instant.

The roaring sound of the churning lava river disappeared, as did the howling hot wind from the underground volcanic veins.

Even my own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat were completely taken away at this moment.

It was as if the sounds of the entire world had been completely swallowed up by the pitch-black blade of this black knife.

It's not just about sound.

A few steps away, Shi Cuishan, who had just regained his footing, instantly became extremely serious the moment he saw me raise my knife.

This incredibly powerful old monster seemed to be witnessing some kind of great terror descending upon him.

He turned around without hesitation, using every ounce of strength he had.

It transformed into a streak of red light and, in a few leaps, frantically retreated to a distance of more than ten meters from me.

Just as he stood still, his eyes still filled with suspicion as he looked in my direction.

My guided strike was finally completed.

There was no dazzling blade light, no earth-shattering momentum.

But at that very moment, the entire underground mine suddenly went dark.

That darkness wasn't a decrease in light, but a pure sense of annihilation.

Even the lava river below, which had originally emitted a blinding red light, seemed to have its light completely severed and erased by this strike.

All that remained in my vision was a deep, suffocating stillness and darkness.

one second.

two seconds.

This absolute darkness and deathly silence lasted for a full two seconds.

Until two seconds later.

"Zheng—!"

A crisp slash of a knife finally rang in my ears, shattering the deathly silence.

next moment.

The world, as if paused, began to run again, and it erupted with a ferocity a million times greater.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted simultaneously throughout the underground cavern.

Under the residual force of that blow, it collapsed and shattered instantly, like fragile tofu.

Countless massive boulders crashed down from the cave ceiling, plunging into the churning lava river below and creating fiery waves several meters high.

Dust and debris filled the air, raging in the violent airflow and turning the entire space upside down.

At that very moment, the mysterious feeling of being guided to wield the sword receded from my body like a tide.

Accompanying this was extreme weakness, with bodily functions instantly drained, and excruciating, tearing pain from the deep, bone-revealing knife wound on the left side of his heart.

My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to my knees on the gravel-strewn ground.

But with the support of the black knife, I managed to hold on.

Just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, a strange cold current suddenly surged through the hilt of the black knife I was gripping tightly in my hand.

This peerless weapon, which had just drunk my heart's blood and unleashed its terrifying power, actually fed a trace of malevolent energy back into my meridians after it slashed out.

Although this wisp of malevolent energy was small in quantity, it was extremely pure.

It traveled rapidly along the meridians of my arms, instantly protecting my heart, which was beating weakly due to blood loss, and suddenly brought my consciousness, which was about to dissipate, back to its senses.

At that moment, I instantly realized that this was a golden opportunity to escape.

Immediately afterward, I didn't care about the extent of the damage caused by that strike, nor did I check if Shi Cuishan was still among the collapsed ruins ahead.

They didn't even consider whether the few guards hiding in the shadows were alive or dead.

At times like these, curiosity is often a deadly poison.

That old guy is a terrifying existence beyond the Dan realm. Who knows if he has any trump cards to save his life?

Even if he was severely injured by that knife, as long as he still has a breath left, with my current exhausted body, staying here is no different from waiting to die.