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Chapter 299: The Endless Corpse
Sun Zhe suppressed the surprise in his heart and took out the map from the Ethereal Ring. As soon as the map appeared, a dazzling purple light flashed out, and the pungent corrosive aura around them instantly dissipated. The place where Sun Zhe and the others stood suddenly became serene, as if they had returned to the original world.
Seeing Sun Zhe take out the map of the Thunder God Altar, Nie Yuan couldn't help but brighten his eyes, but he didn't say much. As for Martial Law, he was indifferent; he just needed to follow the two of them and would only draw his weapon when necessary, so he didn't worry about anything else.
"We should head that way!"
After studying the map for a while, Sun Zhe finally confirmed that what was depicted on the map was indeed this place. Of course, he never would have thought of this location before coming here; it was only after arriving and comparing it with the map that he felt certain. He couldn't help but admire Old Domain Master even more, who could determine the answer just by glancing at the map.
They were already on the opposite bank of the river, so there was no need to row across like last time. Once Sun Zhe finished, the three of them headed towards the Southern Region. According to the map, after walking a bit further into the Southern Region, they would encounter a Low Valley. After passing through that Low Valley and crossing three mountain ranges, they would see a peak where the altar was located at its summit.
In their group, Martial Law casually carried a blade in front, clearing the way. Sun Zhe walked in the middle, while Nie Yuan brought up the rear. This formation clearly protected Sun Zhe, who didn't mind since he was currently the weakest among them. However, Sun Zhe believed this fact would change soon.
To their surprise, they had been walking for nearly several hours without seeing any sign of the Low Valley. Although they were moving quickly—much faster than an ordinary run—they had already covered several dozen miles yet still had not seen any trace of the Low Valley. This undoubtedly indicated that the area of Wanbingyuan was far beyond their imagination.
Fortunately, they hadn't encountered anything strange along the way. At least those sudden flying Battle-Ready Weapons that Sun Zhe had encountered in Wanbingyuan did not appear. This situation made both Sun Zhe and Nie Yuan feel slightly relieved, but it only made the leading Great Monk feel increasingly bored.
"Sigh, how much further do we have to walk? Not even a hint of a Ghost Shadow. At least something should show up for us to look at..."
The leading Martial Law muttered out of boredom. Generally speaking, those who could cultivate to the Holy Rank should be calm and composed, but this Great Monk was clearly an exception; he resembled a gluttonous monk who disregarded his vows.
Hearing Martial Law complain again, both Sun Zhe and Nie Yuan laughed. They had lost count of how many times this was—perhaps it was his seventh or eighth complaint—and they had grown accustomed to it. However, just as smiles began to form on their faces, those smiles froze instantly.
The Low Valley finally appeared before them!
But the problem was that what appeared before them was not just the Low Valley, but also an endless sea of corpses—not lying down but standing Corpses, their hands weakly hanging down and their gray-white eyes all fixed on Sun Zhe and his companions. The entire area was enveloped in an infinite amount of Death Qi.
Imagine what it feels like to be stared at by thousands of Corpses. Even Nie Yuan, who had reached at least the pinnacle of Saint Level, couldn't help but swallow hard. A chilling sensation arose in all three of their hearts, causing them to instinctively take two steps back.
"Can we get past this?" After a moment of silence, Sun Zhe slowly asked, directing his question at Nie Yuan.
"It’s a bit difficult. Although these Corpses have lost most of their consciousness, their strength is not weak at all. Many of them are even Saint-Level Experts, and they still possess some instinctive attacks... The most critical issue is that there are simply too many of them..."
Looking at the countless Corpses spread across the mountains, even the so-called Blade Maniac, Nie Yuan, felt a bit overwhelmed. The saying "a multitude of ants can kill an elephant" was particularly applicable at this moment.
While the three were conversing, the Corpses surrounded Sun Zhe and the others from all directions. It seemed they sensed the strong vitality emanating from the trio. The eyes of each Corpse, filled with Death Qi, flickered with a strange glow, and they became frenzied, emitting terrifying shrieks as they ran.
"Damn it, what kind of Cursed Place is this? We can't even fly! I refuse to believe I can't cut you down!"
Martial Law's face was filled with anger as he rushed toward the Corpses. Since they arrived at Wanbingyuan, they had noticed that a peculiar force enveloped this place. Even Nie Yuan and Martial Law, both at Saint Level Pinnacle, could not fly; otherwise, they wouldn’t be in such a predicament now.
Despite his enormous size, Martial Law was surprisingly quick. In the blink of an eye, he darted in front of a Corpse. With a swing of his dagger, a streak of gray Sword Aura instantly flashed out, splitting the Corpse in half and causing it to collapse on the plain. Having easily destroyed a Corpse, Martial Law immediately burst into laughter.
"Seeing how strong these Corpses seem, I thought their bodies would be incredibly tough. Yet they couldn't even withstand my Sword Qi without using any spiritual power! Ha! Just watch me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, fierce light flashed in Martial Law's eyes. Seeing the approaching Corpses thick with Death Qi, he gripped his dagger tightly and shouted loudly. A dazzling blade light several meters long erupted from his dagger and slashed downward with a Thunderous Roar, instantly obliterating hundreds of clustered Corpses.
"Haha..."
Seeing this scene, Martial Law's smile grew wider. Having reached Saint Level Pinnacle, his spiritual power was immense; he could unleash thousands of such attacks. Soon after, waves of blade light flickered out, and within moments, thousands of Corpses fell to Martial Law's hands.
However, Sun Zhe and Nie Yuan watching from the side showed no signs of joy. Although Martial Law had just eliminated thousands of Corpses, that number was still less than one percent—perhaps even one-thousandth—of the total. The mountains were still teeming with Corpses, and those charging at the front were not the strongest; the most formidable ones were behind them—those with darkened bodies that faintly exuded an aura unique to Supreme Combat Bodies.
"Charge! Staying here means waiting for death!"
Sun Zhe extended his right hand, and the Black Ancient Coin Blade slid into his palm. Sensing Sun Zhe's change in demeanor, the Ancient Bell Blade began to tremble violently as if expressing excitement. Sun Zhe's figure flashed as he charged forward.
"Martial Law! Head toward the Southern Region! We must break through quickly!"
Nie Yuan was just as fast as Sun Zhe. The Bloodshadow Mad Blade instantly appeared in his hand as he dashed ahead of the Corpses. His steps quickened as he swung the massive Bloodshadow Mad Blade to unleash Blade Shadows that enveloped the approaching Corpses.
"Oh, got it!" Martial Law replied. As a Saint-Level Expert himself, he wasn’t foolish despite being somewhat lazy. After such prolonged combat, he had noticed something unusual; it seemed these Corpses were endless. At this rate, even if he exhausted all his spiritual power, he might not be able to kill them all.
The three of them immediately united, forming a sharp cone formation as they broke through ahead. All three were strong practitioners of Sword Technique, and their attack power was already greater than that of ordinary people. Although Sun Zhe had not yet reached Holy Rank, his current strength was no less than that of an early-stage Holy Rank expert. This was almost equivalent to three Saint-Level Experts joining forces to break through.
What is a Saint-Level Expert? Even among those major powers, they are the backbone force, each one a carefully nurtured elite. In ordinary forces, they are peak experts that others can only look up to. Bai Qi gained fame in the Nine Continents with his Saint Level Pinnacle strength, which illustrates the formidable nature of Holy Rank.
Although the three did not cooperate perfectly, the Corpse showed no coordination at all. They simply swung their Divine Blades continuously, unleashing violent Martial Arts attacks. Waves of terrifying blade light fell down, and immediately a large number of Corpse fell before them. Seizing this opportunity, they pushed forward more than ten zhang.
Using this sweeping method to advance a few steps, in just half an hour, they had already traversed most of the Low Valley. If given another half hour, they would surely be able to break through this Cursed Place. Thinking of this, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.
But at that moment, a sharp long howl pierced the air. The Corpse standing behind, their bodies blackened, could no longer hold back and all charged toward Sun Zhe and the others. In an instant, hundreds rushed forward, while the surrounding ordinary Corpse immediately cleared a path. However, these hundreds of Corpse appeared right in front of Sun Zhe and his companions, releasing a terrifying Death Qi that forced the three back a step.
After all, Corpse are still Corpse; they could only rely on instinct to launch some attacks. Thus, even those whose momentum reached Holy Rank only possessed strength equivalent to that of ordinary domain experts or Emperor-Level Experts. Naturally, Sun Zhe and his companions could sweep away many of them. However, these hundreds of Divine Realm Corpse were different; their consciousness was clearly stronger and their power could reach the level of an ordinary Saint-Level Expert. Moreover, there were hundreds of them!
"Damn it! Just when we thought we were done with the old ones, more keep coming!"
Seeing the terrifying might of these hundreds of Corpse, the expressions on the faces of the three changed slightly. Especially Martial Law, who had previously complained about boredom, began cursing without restraint.
(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to *** (******) to cast your recommendation votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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