**Chapter 299: Huang Aotian Has Arrived!**
“Senior Sister, hurry up! That female corpse is terrifyingly powerful! If she absorbs you, it’s game over!”
Having personally experienced the nearly suffocating terror of the Eight-Foot Lady, Yun Zhonghe was more convinced than ever that coming here to rescue Xia Linglong was the right decision.
It’s hard to imagine how horrifying the Eight-Foot Lady would become if she successfully absorbed Xia Linglong’s power.
It would undoubtedly bring a colossal disaster to the entire Cultivation Realm!
Thus, Yun Zhonghe had made a clear priority in his mind: he needed to ensure Xia Linglong could safely reach the shore, even more than considering his own safety.
He couldn’t let the Eight-Foot Lady’s scheme succeed! He couldn’t allow Xia Linglong to become her sacrificial power-up!
At that moment, Chen Leling and the Eight-Foot Lady were engaged in a chaotic brawl, with punches landing left and right and the fight reaching a boiling point.
Both were tough zombies, their every strike packed with power.
However, it was clear that the Eight-Foot Lady had the upper hand; within moments, Chen Leling’s body was looking like it had gone through a meat grinder.
But thanks to her zombie self-healing ability, her wounds were healing at an eye-popping speed, transforming those ghastly injuries back into her smooth, fair skin.
Meanwhile, the Eight-Foot Lady wasn’t particularly fond of Chen Leling’s delicate skin and absolutely despised her own obvious zombie traits. In a fit of rage, she controlled the bl**d Pool’s water, summoning a massive bloody claw that slammed down on Chen Leling’s limbs!
“Ugh… Aaaahhhh!!!”
With a horrifying scream, one of Chen Leling’s arms was yanked ruthlessly from her body.
The Eight-Foot Lady, an expert in zombie awareness, knew all too well how to effectively suppress a zombie’s healing ability. After detaching Chen Leling’s limbs, she forcefully restrained them, preventing any chance of reattachment—very much like what Mu Jixue would do by freezing zombie bits to stop healing.
The Eight-Foot Lady continued her relentless disassembly of Chen Leling, her movements merciless. Chen Leling was almost turned into a human kebab, with her limbs systematically disassembled.
Finally, the Eight-Foot Lady dunked the utterly shredded Chen Leling into the bl**d Pool.
Seeing this, Yun Zhonghe felt a chill run down his spine, and he shouted, “Leling!!!”
Though Chen Leling was a zombie and wouldn’t d*e from this kind of damage, she was still a companion he had lived alongside for a while; Yun Zhonghe couldn’t accept her being treated so cruelly.
Thanks to Chen Leling’s efforts, he and Xia Linglong had finally reached the shore, but he couldn’t just abandon Chen Leling.
Also, the Eight-Foot Lady had to be dealt with; otherwise, she was a disaster waiting to happen.
Xue Yunjian: [Master! I couldn’t reach you earlier… Ah! What is this terrifying aura?!]
Xue Yunjian was back online, but the sky had already turned completely dark, and the surroundings were painted in bl**d-red hues, overwhelming her with dread.
Xue Yunjian: [Master, you absolutely cannot fight this! Run!]
Her warnings echoed in his mind, and Yun Zhonghe knew this entity was dangerous. If even Chen Leling, whose physical form was akin to the peak of Yuan Ying, could be easily defeated, then the Eight-Foot Lady undoubtedly had the strength of the Transformation Stage!
How could Yun Zhonghe, a mere Foundation Establishment peak cultivator, even think about facing a Transformation Stage powerhouse?
That was just plain wishful thinking. Even someone like Mu Jixue wouldn’t be able to bridge such a vast gap in realms.
Yun Zhonghe’s eyes were practically bulging out as he stared at the Eight-Foot Lady from a distance. Deep down, he knew he should retreat to ensure both his and Xia Linglong’s safety, especially to prevent the Eight-Foot Lady from stealing Xia Linglong again.
But when his gaze shifted back to the now-bloodied Chen Leling, he caught her desperate look directed at him, and he couldn’t just stand idly by.
d*mn it!
At that crucial moment, a faint shadow materialized in the sky, outlining the shape of a small Spirit Boat.
“Is that… Brother Yun?!”
“Sister Xue, I see Brother Yun!”
Indeed, it was Mu Jixue and her friends! They were anxiously searching for Yun Zhonghe around the Western Mountain on their Spirit Boat when they caught sight of the bizarre events unfolding here.
And they really spotted Yun Zhonghe!
As they laid eyes on him, joy surged through the three of them.
But Yun Zhonghe’s face went pale; he internally screamed, “This is bad!”
Of all the times to show up, they’re here in front of the Eight-Foot Lady! Even Mu Jixue and the others would be useless!
Yun Zhonghe’s head felt like it was going to explode. He desperately looked up at the sky and shouted, trying to stop Mu Jixue and the others, “Don’t come over—!”
Pffft!
Just as Yun Zhonghe shouted, he suddenly felt a sharp heat in his chest followed by excruciating pain sweeping through his body.
Caught up in worrying about Mu Jixue and the others’ safety, his mind momentarily drifted from the battlefield and he failed to notice the Eight-Foot Lady’s actions.
In that instant, the bl**d Pool’s water morphed into a razor-sharp bl**d blade, piercing through his chest faster than you could say “help!”
“Wow!” Yun Zhonghe spat out a mouthful of bl**d, staggering back from the pain.
He had just let his guard down—there hadn’t been enough time to dodge.
The tip of that bl**d blade had a nasty hook that, after piercing him, ensnared his flesh and bone, dragging him towards the bottom of the bl**d Pool like a hunter’s prize catch.
“Junior Brother Yun!” Xia Linglong shrieked in panic upon witnessing this.
At the same time, Mu Jixue and the others on the Spirit Boat stared wide-eyed, leaping off the boat without hesitation.
“Yun Zhonghe!!!”
She dove down toward where he had disappeared, plunging headfirst into the bl**d Pool.
The crimson tide cruelly engulfed Yun Zhonghe, each inch of his skin feeling like it was being seared by a blazing fire, a torment too unbearable.
The pain was not just superficial; it sank deep into his bones, as if his flesh were being scraped away, pierced by countless tiny needles, with the stench of bl**d filling his nose and mouth.
As he descended into the bl**d Pool, Yun Zhonghe genuinely felt d*ath closing in on him. He had never been so acutely aware of the possibility that his life might be reaching its end.
Surrounded by endless darkness and cold, he struggled to breathe, sensing his life ebbing away.
Consciousness began to blur, and he faintly thought he heard Xia Linglong’s alarmed cry, tinged with a hint of tears?
At that moment, Yun Zhonghe was too weak to respond, a wave of sadness washing over him.
In the midst of chaos, he felt himself falling further, his body growing colder, probably like plummeting into an icy abyss…
Just then, perhaps it was a hallucination, he seemed to glimpse a familiar white-haired loli…
Mu Jixue?
Was she coming to save him…?
Then he felt a warm force wrapping around him, lifting him from this endless drop.
At the same time, soft lips pressed against his, sending warmth flooding into his body, easing the icy chill that had gnawed at his very core with her pure and potent spiritual energy.
As this warmth enveloped him, Yun Zhonghe’s consciousness slowly faded away…
