Just now, someone commented that the Black Coffin User was straightforward.
But then after dealing with the junior ones, here came the senior.
Chen Huaian stared intently at the strange old man on the bronze coffin with all his special effects, he really felt no pressure when facing the night crows, but confronting this strange old man, he was under immense pressure.
None of the enemies he encountered before had a fatal feeling.
But this old man genuinely made his heart tremble.
What level of cultivation does the other party have?
Late stage Qi Refinement, Great Perfection?
The Black Coffin User is at the Master level.
Then this thing is at least a soldier level, it might even be General level.
Chen Huaian licked his lips, his mouth tasted bitter.
Don’t look at him being called Tyrant, KSC-0 and all that, it’s because of the Demon Dragon with cancer. Leaving aside the mutated Demon Dragon, he is merely at the soldier level and not yet at the general level. Even adding those ordinary Thunderfire Talismans might not make much difference.
“You guys go first, I’ll hold him off.”
He slightly turned his head, reminding the few Demon-Slaying Masters who were already scared out of their wits, while he himself faced the strange old man with the Black Scaled Sword in hand.
With his strength, he can still match this monster to some extent.
Apart from him, anyone else would be wiped out instantly by the monster’s every move.
“Tyrant…” Two master-level Demon-Slaying Masters were moved to tears.
“Don’t call me Tyrant, it’s disgusting, call me the Cool Boss Chen Huai’an!”
As the words fell, Chen Huai’an drew his sword and leaped up.
His Spiritual Energy was almost depleted, unable to sustain him using any sword techniques.
He considered himself as a bloodied assassin slicing through fragile mages; if he could only be fast, accurate, and ruthless, there would be a chance.
Liu watched Chen Huai’an flying towards him without dodging, laughing loudly:
“Good! At least this spirit deserves my approval! But let’s see if you can withstand my Soul Lamp! Refine Soul!”
Liu’s mask split apart left and right, revealing a black-faced ghost face with fangs,
His emaciated claw waved, and one of the bone lamps floated towards Chen Huai’an.
When it got close, the light inside the bone lamp had turned from white to red, like bloodlight.
Chen Huai’an’s Black Scaled Sword was enveloped by the bloodlight, suspended in mid-air.
The blade visibly rusted at an alarming rate, his Spiritual Energy was drained, and the back of his hand holding the sword began to show signs of corpse spots.
“Strange, how come you’ve got so little Yang life force?!”
Liu was surprised looking at the soul fire lighting up on the bronze pillar.
That soul fire was so weak, it was like a flickering candle in the wind.
And the bone lamp, unable to absorb enough Yang life force, started trembling, showing signs of collapse. Liu’s face turned grim, having barely reached the Great Perfection stage, he would now have to compensate with his own Yang life force and cultivation.
His method of refining souls and corpse dissolution was domineering, but once it failed to deprive enough Yang life force, it would use half of his Yang life force and cultivation as a substitute to supply the Corpse King.
“Ho ho, old freak, didn’t expect that your dad is about to die, did you?”
Chen Huai’an knelt down on one knee, a strand of gray hair hung down by his ear, but the old man clearly looked even older.
He still had a chance, although his Spiritual Energy was exhausted, and his limbs were sending signals of weakness and fatigue.
But if he could buy some time and restore a bit of Spiritual Energy, he could activate the Thunderfire Talisman.
It was unknown whether the ordinary Thunderfire Talisman could inflict damage on the old man.
Although Li Qingran had Immortal-grade Thunderfire Talismans, they were all given by him to Li Qingran. When he asked Li Qingran for pills yesterday, he had already noticed that all the props he spent money ‘giving’ to Li Qingran would have the label <Only Li Qingran can use>, and he couldn’t extract them.
An abnormal power was stirring within him.
A tempting voice rang in his ears, asking him to relinquish control of his body.
Chen Huai’an knew it was the demonized cancer cells that couldn’t wait anymore.
“Hmph, your Yang life force is scarce, but your companions should have plenty, right?”
Liu looked at the two master-level Demon-Slaying Masters behind Chen Huai’an who hadn’t fled, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The bone lamp flew out, chasing the two girls who were trying to escape.
He planned to spare none.
He intended to kill them all!
With a great burst of bloodlight, the two young women instantly turned into old hags, kneeling on the ground in horror, scratching at their sagging faces. The butterfly hairpin of the pink-haired girl fell to the ground, breaking into three pieces.
Seeing this scene, Chen Huai’an nearly exploded with anger.
His thirty thousand credits!
Was it just wasted like this?!
By consuming the Yang life force of the two girls, Liu’s long hair hanging behind him turned gray again. He waved his hand again, and the bone lamp flew towards the two master-level Demon-Slaying Masters behind Chen Huai’an.
“Don’t let that bone lamp shine on you!” A hoarse shout thundered.
A concrete block the size of a truck whistled through the air, smashing the bronze pillar and creating spider-web-like cracks, disrupting Liu’s attack.
A burly man crashed in front of Chen Huai’an.
His eyes were bloodshot, hot steam spewed from the pores of his skin, and purple veins wriggled under his muscles – it was none other than the Wuzzy Beard who had been chasing Liu with a compass all along.
“Another one coming to offer himself…”
Liu’s nails scratched across the Void, five black lines wrapped around Wuzzy Beard’s neck, pinning him in place.
The bloodlight of the bone lamp enveloped him.
However, this time, the bone lamp that consumed Yang life force did not take effect.
The black lines snapped.
Luo Haisheng tore off his clothes, revealing a body covered in wriggling black tumors.
These cancer cells that should have been fatal were now proliferating wildly in the bloodlight.
“Heard your ability is to consume Yang life force?” Wuzzy Beard sneered, tearing off a piece of cancerous tissue and throwing it at Liu, taunting: “Come on, suck it and show me what you can do? Come suck out my grand Yang life force!”
[His weakness is the bronze pillar under the copper coffin…]
A long, thin flesh bud sprouted from the back of Wuzzy Beard’s head, poking into Chen Huai’an’s ear, whispering:
[This old monster displays a Corpse Puppet outside, which isn’t even his true form. His true form isn’t even inside the bronze coffin, it’s all an illusion. All his limbs and heart are locked inside the bronze pillar. I’ll help you distract him, you go destroy the bronze pillar!]
Chen Huai’an didn’t have time to criticize this bizarre way of transmitting sound.
He just nodded slightly, indicating to Wuzzy Beard that he understood.
In that brief moment of respite, he had recovered a bit of Spiritual Energy, and secretly took out all the Thunderfire Talismans, ready to strike.
Without the advantage of sucking Yang life force, Wuzzy Beard was pummeling Liu mercilessly.
But no matter how shattered his body was by Wuzzy Beard, it could quickly regenerate.
“It’s useless, you can’t kill me. Killing the lesser demons only enhances my power. Likewise, killing me also enhances the power of my lord… hehehe, either way, you will die!”
Liu looked at Wuzzy Beard, full of mockery and disdain beneath his broken mask.
“Is that so?”
Wuzzy Beard saw Chen Huai’an stand up, knowing the timing was right. Countless tentacles sprouted from his body, locking Liu, the bronze pillar, and the bronze coffin in place.
The opportunity!
Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes, raising his hand to throw the talisman forward.
Spiritual Energy flowed through his arm into the Thunderfire Talisman.
Several beams of golden light shot into the sky, locking onto Liu.
Boom—!
With the sound of thunder, golden lightning and fire surged out from the talisman.
“Shit!” Seeing this, Wuzzy Beard quickly let go, watching helplessly as the lightning fire engulfed the bronze pillar, the bronze coffin, and Liu together.
A bead of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
If it had been any later, he would have been caught in the lightning fire too. Although he might not have been completely burned to death, he had a premonition that being scorched by the lightning fire was definitely not an experience worth having.
In the midst of the lightning fire, ancient texts flickered on and off, turning into powder. The faint sounds of wailing spirits could be heard.
Liu melted in the fire.
He wasn’t afraid, nor did he scream.
The broken mask shattered completely, revealing a skull underneath with a sinister smile.
“Invoke the Corpse Ancestor…”
“Consume offerings!”
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