After carefully observing the battle with his void sense, Liang’s intuition told him that the corpse’s presence was unlike any other he had encountered so far.
In an instant, dark Qi began to surround his body, cloaking him in shadows and making him one with the darkness. With his newfound stealth, Liang seamlessly disappeared from his original position, blending in with the shadows that surrounded him.
Without being noticed, the undetectable shadow silently hovered near the location of the intense battle. Liang’s ethereal form shielded him from detection, allowing him to closely examine the three beings engaged in the fierce battle.
As his gaze fell upon the corpse, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It was indeed a earth corpse, But not an ordinary earth corpse like the ones he had encountered before.
Besides the earth corpse, there were also two cultivators, a woman and a man.
The woman possessed a breathtaking appearance, with flowing locks of blue hair cascading down her shoulders with a lustrous sheen, framing her face and drawing attention to her mesmerizing features.
A form-fitting robe clung to her every curve, accentuating her flawless figure in a way that could only be described as sizzling. The fabric hugged her ample chest, emphasizing her buxom shape.
Beside her stood a man with a rugged, yet strikingly handsome face.
The man’s robes were simpler compared to the woman’s, but they were neatly tailored and accentuated his muscular physique.
The earth corpse’s appearance was strikingly eerie. Despite its resemblance to a middle-aged man, its unnaturally pale face seemed drained of all life, with ghostly white hair framing its head. Its dark, piercing eyes held a haunting gaze, as if it had seen the depths of the underworld itself. The most peculiar feature was the two prominent canines that extended beyond its lower lip, giving it an unsettling, vampiric appearance.
The man wielded a long spear emanating a pure and holy aura, while the woman fought with a pair of elegantly crafted flying knives surrounded by dense ice Qi.
The earth corpse, on the other hand, held twin cracked and old blades in its hands. The blades seemed to have weathered countless battles, their surfaces etched with scars and signs of wear. Though seemingly aged and fragile, they emitted a faint but ominous energy, hinting at the power they once possessed.
As the battle reached its climax, the man with the spear unleashed bursts of pure and holy energy, channeling the power of light through his attacks. Rays of radiant light shot forth from his weapon, illuminating the battlefield with an ethereal glow. Each strike carried a divine intensity, capable of purging darkness and shattering the resolve of their opponents.
In stark contrast, the woman conjured swirling vortexes of ice and frost, encasing the corpse in an icy prison. Her attacks left trails of frostbite in their wake, causing the air to grow colder and icy shards to dance around her.
The earth corpse, wielding its aged blades, showcased a distinct fighting style. It moved with an unnatural grace, twirling and spinning as it launched relentless assaults against the man and the woman. Its strikes were swift, yet carried an ancient wisdom, as if the corpse had inherited the knowledge of countless battles fought in the past.
The battle between the three seemed to reach a deadlock, as their skills and powers clashed with equal intensity. Fatigue was evident in their movements, with sweat soaking their brows and their breathing labored.
Suddenly the man with the spear thrust his weapon into the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath him. Beams of divine light shot forth from the ground, engulfing the surrounding area.
At the same time, the woman’s ice knives transformed into larger, more menacing weapons. She summoned a powerful blizzard, causing the temperature to plummet even further. Snow and ice covered the battlefield, making it difficult for anyone to move.
The earth corpse, sensing the heightened danger, unleashed a burst of its own power. Its cracked and ancient blades glowed with a sinister energy as it swung them in a wide arc. Dark shadows emanated from its slashes, leaving trails of black energy in their wake. The ground beneath the corpse trembled and cracked as its power grew stronger.
Suddenly, with a loud roar, the corpse’s body began to grow larger. Muscles bulged underneath its decaying flesh, and a pair of immense black wings sprouted from its back.
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With its newfound size and power, the transformed corpse unleashed a devastating attack. It flapped its wings, generating a powerful gust of wind that sent the man and the woman flying backward. The ground shook with each heavy step the creature took as it advanced towards them, its eyes filled with an insatiable hunger for destruction.
The man and the woman quickly regained their composure and, realizing the magnitude of the threat before them, joined forces. The man channeled even more holy energy into his spear, unleashing a beam of pure light towards the creature. The woman, on the other hand, created a shield of ice to protect them from the looming danger.
But the earth corpse was relentless. It swiped its massive claws, shattering the ice shield and continuing its relentless assault. The man and the woman fought back with all their might, landing powerful strikes against the creature’s decaying flesh. However, their attacks seemed to have little effect on the corpse’s body.
The man took a deep breath and stared defiantly at the newly transformed earth corpse, his voice filled with determination. "Min Er, go run now. I will try to hold him as much as I can."
The woman, Min Er, stood her ground, her voice unwavering. "No, senior brother Ming, I will not leave you alone in this fight."
"Hahaha, you two insignificant ants. Forget about escaping from this king’s hands. I will devour your souls and add them to my collection," the corpse let out chilling laughter, its voice echoing through the battlefield. Its dark, piercing eyes locked onto the man and the woman, filled with malicious intent.
Ming’s grip tightened on his spear as he met the corpse’s gaze.
With a growl, the transformed corpse lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air. Ming swiftly countered with his holy spear, deflecting the attack with precision. Min Er danced around the creature, weaving through its strikes with incredible agility.
But the transformed corpse’s power seemed undiminished. Its claws tore through Ming’s defenses, leaving deep gashes across his body. Min Er’s ice knives struck true, but the wounds inflicted seemed to heal almost instantaneously.
Ming gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to be deterred. With his voice filled with determination, he made a final plea to Min Er. "Min Er, please go. Our chances of victory are slim. You need to deliver the jade case out of this planet no matter what."