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I could only smile bitterly.
After all, Ghost Granny was still afraid that I would develop a sense of compassion. Those words were essentially directed at me, reminding me that I might show mercy, but as you can see, the situation was dire; others would not hold back. I must not mess this up!
Although I knew I shouldn't feel this way in the current situation, at that moment, I simply couldn't move. My legs felt as if they were filled with lead, firmly glued to the ground, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift them.
Because once I did, it would mean stepping onto the path of fighting the Corpse Spirit, something I dreaded facing the most.
Crimson Killing Intent flickered before my eyes. Through this blood-red haze, my gaze remained fixed on the Corpse Spirit's face. Looking at that familiar visage, so close yet seemingly worlds apart, my heart grew colder by the moment, as if it were being torn apart piece by piece.
What was happening?
At that moment, Ghost Granny and Zhengyang had already clashed. A terrifying Energy Storm enveloped and swept through the area!
The creature was incredibly strong—exceptionally so—having reached an astonishing level. Nine thousand years of nurturing corpses in the Yin River had made its body far tougher than iron. Neither Ghost Granny's Divine Whip nor Lin Qing's Thunder Strike could inflict any damage on this creature. Instead, every time it attacked, it left Ghost Granny and the others in utter disarray. The energy from the Heart of Atlantis was simply too formidable; each time the creature raised its hand, a massive beam of light erupted from its palm, similar to the lasers emitted by the prehistoric supercivilization's firearms wielded by Yin Soldiers but far more potent!
If the lasers fired from those firearms were akin to bullets, then the energy unleashed by this creature was like cannonballs!
That was the difference between them—completely incomparable!
Every time it raised its hand, a white beam of light as thick as a barrel shot forth. I was all too familiar with that kind of beam; it was the energy from the Heart of Atlantis. Wherever that white beam struck, it created a crater over a meter wide in the ground, and the shockwave could send people flying—wherever it pointed, destruction followed!
From the very beginning of this battle, Ghost Granny and her companions had lost their advantage and were utterly suppressed. The creature's feet blasted out energy downward like a jet engine, propelling it upward into midair. Its palms alternated in striking down at Ghost Granny and her group with relentless ferocity, akin to a squadron of bombers continuously dropping bombs. Ghost Granny and her companions could only dodge desperately; they faced life-threatening dangers with no chance to retaliate. They could only stare wide-eyed in fear—one misstep could lead to their demise.
I was utterly stunned!
Voldemort could no longer be described simply with the term "Daoist Practice."
What the hell, does a nuclear warhead have anything to do with "Daoist Practice"? Who can even categorize it by cultivation levels? Just one dropped, and ten masters wouldn't be enough to withstand it!
Meanwhile, over at Zhengyang, they were already being suppressed by the Corpse Spirit!
Watching the apocalyptic slaughter before me, I gently closed my eyes.
In less than a second, I opened them again, exhaling a long breath of stale air from my chest. Finally, I took a step toward the Corpse Spirit.
The Corpse Spirit is someone I cherish, as is Zhengyang, Bald Qiang, and all of them!
I cannot just stand by and watch them die because of the Corpse Spirit!
With that step forward, the heavy military boots crushed the ground beneath me, making a rustling sound. I struggled to lift the Hundred Slicing Blade high above my head. In an instant, Killing Intent surged forth, painting everything in front of me crimson.
At this moment, I felt like a soldier on the battlefield. From the moment I took that first step, there was no turning back. My pace quickened until I was running. The Killing Intent around me flickered like flames. In that instant, an overwhelming energy radiated from my entire being. Wherever I passed, the Killing Intent caused the ground to crumble inch by inch. With such energy propelling me forward, my speed soared to its limit. All I could hear was the wind howling past my ears as I charged toward the Corpse Spirit.
At that moment, the Corpse Spirit hovered in the air while Zhengyang was on the ground, desperately dodging as the Corpse Spirit bombarded him with Eerie Energy.
Since I couldn't subdue the Corpse Spirit, then I had no choice but to defeat her and forcefully take her away!
She was in mid-air; my first task was to bring her down!
These thoughts flashed through my mind in a lightning-fast moment. Then, I channeled all my Killing Intent into my legs and suddenly pushed off from the ground.
This is a method I came up with, inspired by Voldemort. I don't know if it will work or how high my Killing Intent can push me, but I have to try!
Boom!
Even from a distance, I could clearly see a hint of astonishment on the face of the Corpse Spirit. Obviously, she didn't expect me to strike; it caught her off guard, and she froze in mid-air for a moment, unable to react!
I wanted to swing my blade, but hesitated, ultimately unable to bring it down.
Because the Corpse Spirit was completely unprepared, if I had wanted to, I could have easily severed her head with that strike!
The thought crossed my mind, and my hand gripping the knife trembled uncontrollably!
In the end, I softened my heart!
I saw her expression falter, but her gaze softened significantly. As she descended, she stared blankly at my temple and suddenly sighed lightly, "Your strength was earned at the cost of your life, wasn't it?"
"I don't want to live in guilt; I can only gamble with my life."
At that moment, I didn't care how long I could still live. The future seemed unclear and uncertain; I couldn't even fathom what tomorrow would bring. Life or death—those concepts were too complex for me to grasp, and I didn't want to worry about them. I only focused on this moment. At the very least, I hoped that every minute and second I experienced was given my all. So, I didn't want to consider the Corpse Spirit's thoughts; I simply looked into her eyes and asked her, "Can you tell me why?"
The Corpse Spirit gently shook her head. "Beliefs differ; everyone's life is different!"
"Don't give me those words I can't understand!"
I couldn't help but roar: "Is it the Intercepting Daoist? What kind of monster is he? What kind of nonsense has he filled your head with? Have you really abandoned your parents?"
"Corpse Spirit" said softly, "You don't understand him; he is not what you imagine! He is a very complex person. I can't comprehend him, but I know he is the most profound existence in this world. His thoughts and wisdom are beyond our understanding!"
"A butcher has become a Sage?"
"Corpse Spirit" shook his head. "Killing is sometimes not evil. When it comes to slaughter, human self-destruction is the most ruthless. Throughout history, how many have died in wars? You work in this field; you understand history. You have insight into millennia of human civilization. You should know that the most terrifying thing in this world is actually humanity itself!"
I was momentarily speechless.
"Corpse Spirit" turned his head away, seemingly hesitating, then asked me, "But you, why didn't you strike that blow just now? You should know that was your best opportunity. If you had struck, I would have been killed by you, and you would have absorbed my Eerie Energy, stepping on my shoulders to become a true Eight-Stage Master, looking down upon the Yin-Yang Realms!"
"I don't want to shed a friend's blood."
I gritted my teeth and looked at "Corpse Spirit." "Moreover, you owe me an explanation. I have struggled to come here, only to be met with your attitude. You still owe me an explanation!"
"I'm sorry; this explanation I can never give you. Not killing me is truly a foolish decision, Mercy of a Woman!"
A flicker of guilt crossed "Corpse Spirit's" face before he suddenly spoke slowly and deliberately, "Because if you don't kill me, I! Will! Kill! You!"
At that moment, we were almost landing. "Corpse Spirit" swiftly raised his hand and struck fiercely toward my chest!
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