"Damn it, go kill him!"

A nearby disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect was furious, ordering his Iron Corpse to attack.

The Iron Corpse was dark all over, impervious to sword and fire, with a strength of at least 30,000 pounds, it swung a fierce punch at the horse-faced Body Cultivator!

'Whoosh!'

A sharp sound of the air being split was heard.

But the horse-faced Body Cultivator didn't dodge or evade, instead punching straight back, forcing the Iron Corpse to retreat several steps!

'Boom boom boom!'

His body radiated with precious light, like a humanoid magical artifact, and his speed, moves, and reflexes far surpassed the Iron Corpse.

The Iron Corpse was like a human sandbag in front of him, only able to take hits, with no strength to fight back.

After a series of continuous heavy blows lasting just over ten breaths, the Iron Corpse's chest caved in, its legs broke, and it fell to the ground, twitching.

Although it wasn't dead, it was unable to influence the battle for the time being.

The horse-faced Body Cultivator's figure instantly shifted with a 'swish', moving in front of the Iron Corpse's master, faster than a typical arrow!

"Bang!"

His fist emitted a dazzling white light, smashing down aimlessly on the disciple's head.

It shattered the hastily erected translucent gray light shield and crushed his head into his chest, unbelievably gruesome!

Blood splattered onto the horse-faced Body Cultivator, who licked his lips bloodthirstily and laughed, "Weak, truly weak, not thrilling at all!"

"Die!"

A streak of red light shot towards the face of the horse-faced Body Cultivator, blocked by his interlocked fists, sparking but failing to penetrate, before being blown away with a punch!

The horse-faced Body Cultivator inexorably advanced towards the owner of the flying sword.

The first punch sent the Iron Corpse blocking him flying, the second punch aggressively struck its chest, causing it to completely cave in!

"Weak, truly too weak, can't you guys put in a bit more effort!" he laughed arrogantly, casually tossing aside the lifeless body of the flying sword's owner.

"Cui Hao!" not far away, a female disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect saw the tragic death of the flying sword's owner, crying out painfully, her voice like a mournful cuckoo.

Her mind wavered, allowing the giant lizard beast to break through, slapping her into a puddle of flesh with one claw!

The cultivation of the giant lizard beast was close to that of a Demon General, at the peak of Qi Refinement.

Not to mention Iron Corpses, even Copper Corpses couldn't stand against it!

And the Corpse-Driving Sect disciples present were all in the middle stage of qi cultivation, barely anyone could refine a Copper Corpse, often taking several to barely withstand its attack, risking demise at any moment.

Moreover, elites like Qi Jiaoxue and Xie Zhiyu were previously severely injured by the giant lizard beast, their strength reduced to at most fifty percent, making them inconsequential.

Under the joint siege of the True Blood Sect and the Red Sun Sect.

The Corpse-Driving Sect disciples faced an unprecedented crisis, dying one after another, staining the underground abode with blood, and even escaping became a luxury.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, these zombies haven't made any progress at all." The leader of the True Blood Sect, a male cultivator named 'Geng Yao' with a gold circlet on his head, said disdainfully,

"Even without you Red Sun Sect people today, we could have exterminated these useless ones."

"Who doesn't know that True Blood Sect cultivators are invincible in close combat?" Young Master Yun listened to the other's bragging, indifferent, giving a faint smile.

He looked at the sect members attacking the formation with all their might, with only a thin layer left.

Almost there, almost there.

Young Master Yun's heart burned.

As long as he obtained the Master's inheritance, coupled with the foundation laid by his ancestors, he could certainly elevate the Yun family to a new level!

'Bang!'

As a head-sized fireball flew towards the barrier, it finally couldn't withstand the explosion.

Also leaving You Qingyi unprotected and exposed to everyone's blades!

"Die!"

The malevolent horse-faced Body Cultivator was already the first to rush towards her.

His right hand formed a claw, viciously reaching for the neck of the tightly closed-eyed You Qingyi!

His eyes showed a cruel expression, as if he could already see this beautiful female cultivator's neck snapping, head separating from her body.

At this thought, the horse-faced cultivator was thrilled, loving to see beautiful things destroyed in his hands!

At this moment, all the disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect were suppressed by the two enemy forces, struggling with no opportunity to help this junior sister.

Seeing You Qingyi about to perish.

'Woooo!'

A sound like ghost wailing came from afar, growing clearer and clearer.

The horse-faced cultivator felt his scalp tingle.

Turning to look, he saw a rolling white wave across the void, within the wave, a fast-spinning, gray and white axe was hurtling towards him!

Without thinking, he leapt aside with a 'whoosh', leaving only an afterimage where he had been.

The speed was so fast that it reached a point where the naked eye couldn't see clearly, completely reaching the limit level of his life.

Just as the horse-faced cultivator was secretly feeling proud.

The gray-white axe suddenly changed direction in midair and continued to slash towards him madly!

"Damn it, get lost!"

The horse-faced cultivator roared angrily, rapidly channeling spiritual power, and a striking green wolf phantom emerged from his body.

Then his fist was wrapped in dazzling treasure light, even revealing mysterious ancient runes, and the fist mercilessly struck towards the axe!

'My fist is harder than a middle-grade magical artifact, plus it's enhanced by spiritual power, how could I fear just a mere axe?'

The horse-faced cultivator thought maliciously inside his heart, but his expression changed drastically afterwards.

Unmatched massive force surged in like a tide covering the entire sky.

The treasure light on his body was easily split open, followed by a sharp pain in his fist, then a 'crack' sound indicating that the bones inside were also being fractured!

"Ah!"

The horse-faced cultivator let out an anguished scream, his voice heart-wrenching.

Half of his palm was forcibly cut open by the axe, and it even sliced through half of his arm, causing the arm to split, blood spilling everywhere, his facial expression extremely twisted and grim.

'Woo-woo-woo!'

After the axe sliced open his arm, it flew into the air and then flew backwards.

The horse-faced cultivator, in severe pain, had no time to react, only watching the axe in terror as it got closer, enlarging in his pupils.

'Thud!'

The axe slashed across his neck, sending a fine head soaring into the sky!

All the combat seemed to exchange many moves, yet it was completed in less than two breaths of time.

Immediately after, a blood shadow over three feet long flew to the headless body and fiercely pounced on it.

When it emerged again, its size had increased to five feet.

Whereas the horse-faced cultivator's body became incredibly shriveled, like a dry corpse.

"How dare you!"

Geng Yao, the leader of the True Blood Sect, saw his comrade being killed and the body being drained by some unknown evil spell, his hair standing on end with rage.

He leaped high up, punching the axe away in midair.

However, the axe's material was extremely astonishing and suffered no damage under Geng Yao's heavy strike, merely flying rapidly back into the hand of a figure emerging from the darkness.

This person appeared to be in his twenties, dressed in a gray-colored Daoist robe, with thick eyebrows, handsome features, and keen eyes.

Seeing his attire, many present showed expressions of shock.

"An outer disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect? How could it be!"

"Judging by the aura, he indeed is only at Qi Cultivation Third Level, but his Qi-blood surges, clearly an expert in martial arts!"

"No matter how skilled a martial arts expert is, he's just an ordinary person, how could he fight against a body cultivator of the True Blood Sect?"

"Yet he just did it and even killed a remarkable one!"

Amidst the discussions, Bi Yaoyao also appeared beside Lou Yi.

Gazing at You Qingyi, who was completely unguarded, eyes closed, a worried look emerged in her eyes.

"You go protect Qingyi, I'll handle the killing." Lou Yi grasped Bi Yaoyao's hand, his figure shifted and appeared in front of You Qingyi.

In Bi Yaoyao's hand suddenly appeared a small pink umbrella, palm-sized, emitting intense spiritual light.

It flew above her and You Qingyi, rotating continuously, and gradually enlarged just enough to cover the space where the two were standing.

Then strands of seemingly weighty pink spiritual silk fell from above, intricately enveloping the space where the two were.

"It's a spiritual artifact, this woman's identity must be special!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"She's just a mere middle-stage Qi cultivator; she won't last long!" another pointed out the greatest flaw in Bi Yaoyao's use of the spiritual artifact.

Bi Yaoyao protected You Qingyi well, allowing Lou Yi to act without worry.

He suddenly charged towards the nearest disciple of the Red Sun Sect, his fist like a huge sandbag crashing down!

The disciple was caught off guard, not expecting Lou Yi's speed to be so fast.

In a panic, he tossed a precious Jin Gang talisman, transforming into a light golden shield, enveloping himself completely.

'Boom!'

A Jin Gang talisman able to withstand a full strike from a late-stage Qi cultivator.

But before Lou Yi, it was as fragile as glass, shattering with a punch.

The fist continued to land on the disciple, smashing him into a tire-like meat patty!

The blood shadow flew out again, sucking the meat patty into a meat jerky!

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