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"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"You seem angry."

"Can't you take it?"

Yi Chen's expression was ice-cold as he rampaged through the ancient town like a bulldozer.

Blazing like a cyan sun, he illuminated half of the ancient town. Anything in his path, be it courtyard walls or big trees, faced the wrath of his powerful punches.

For a time, he plowed through the land, creating long, narrow trenches everywhere, leaving it scarred.

Wherever he went, fierce fires ignited, and walls crumbled and houses collapsed.

The glow of the fire lit up the entire town.

"Taoist master, my lord, please slow down, slow down. Don't tear it down," someone begged.

"That evil spirit has been agitated by you to the brink of madness."

"So many, so many zombies are rushing toward us."

At this point, Ning Feixue had lost his previous noble son demeanor; his hair was disheveled, and his expression panicked.

He had just extricated himself from the shocking truth that within this ancient town not a single living person remained, and both Zhu Sha and Qing Rou had been corpses controlled by the evil spirit in an endless cycle of reincarnations,

only to plunge into another terror immediately afterward.

Too fierce, the Taoist to the side was simply too ferocious.

Without a word, he turned on demolition mode.

The evil spirit was formidable.

Without a word, it unleashed its troops.

Zombies surged like a tide, emerging from the Wujang River, rushing toward them.

Looking at their momentum, although they were less formidable than the previous gigantic zombie, and he could take on ten at a time, the numbers were still overwhelming.

At least several hundreds of them.

Both sides were mighty, and his small frame, Ning Feixue, how could he endure it.

Seeing Ning Feixue, who looked like he was about to cry, Yi Chen was also rendered speechless, only trying his best to make him dodge behind himself.

Facing the roaring tide of zombies, Yi Chen showed no hint of fear; instead, his face unexpectedly revealed a hint of excitement.

Bring it on!

Just what I needed for a good fight!

A true fierce Taoist never fears being outnumbered.

Only ants move in packs!

A fierce tiger dominates the forest alone!

Yi Chen's fighting spirit soared instantly.

He slapped his chest, uttering a powerful True Yang roar, and suddenly a wild wind rose from the ground, blowing his and Ning Feixue's robes violently.

Yi Chen's figure swelled as endless Inner Qi spread out from all over his body.

The cyan-colored, glazed full body armor reappeared.

A towering cyan figure reflected in Ning Feixue's pupils.

He never would have guessed that the display before was not the limit of Taoist Yi Chengzi.

The dazzling Pure Yang brilliance dwarfed the seven-inch long Yang-attribute Mana he had struggled to produce; it was like comparing the light of a firefly to the brilliance of the bright moon.

Yi Chen moved as if walking on the moon, his hands urging deep cyan Pure Yang Inner Qi, his punches powerful like dragons, two thick streams of deep cyan Sword Qi directly pushing toward the oncoming zombie tide.

No fancy shapes made of Sword Qi, only the simplest and most direct form of violent aesthetics.

Only the strongest power and speed, the fiercest fluctuations of the Pure Yang.

With the penetration effect of the Strength-Breaking Realm, the two massive streams of Qi blasted out a path of blood and fire.

The ground was littered with the remains of zombies and severed limbs.

Since the breakthrough of the True Pure Yang Skill, Yi Chen's True Yang dominance had improved, becoming even more fierce.

The zombies, like flooding waters, appeared to have some intelligence; after one blow, they scattered in a fan-shaped formation to continue rushing towards Yi Chen.

Since the zombies no longer maintained a dense formation, Yi Chen couldn't continue to waste Inner Qi so recklessly and started to fight by combining physical strength with Inner Qi.

After all, the two bursts of Inner Qi he had ignited earlier were not trivial for him, almost like small missiles.

That was too crazy.

Pretty moderate, though.

A few dozen more such attacks, and his excess energy would start running low.

Missiles against ants, not worthwhile.

To conserve strength, Yi Chen took out the rarely used Dragon-Slaying Sword from his storage ring.

To the current Yi Chen, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was not really effective at equal-level collisions anymore, but for slaughtering the weak, it was a good tool that could save him some strength.

In an instant, the Sword Qi roared, body parts flew, and black blood rained, which was then evaporated by a shake of Yi Chen's protective Pure Yang Inner Qi.

However, Yi Chen discovered an intriguing phenomenon; the evil spirit behind it all seemed to cherish the ancient town greatly, diverting half of the zombie swarm not to attack him first but to put out the fires instead.

This surprised him.

With such a concern for the ancient town and the cruel enslavement of the townspeople, the evil spirit's behavior was quite interesting.

Could it be that the town was crucial to the evil spirit, the foundation of its power?

Or did it have special feelings for the ancient town?

At this moment, observing all that unfolded,

Ning Feixue's expression had gone from initial panic and fear to shock, and then transformed into excitement and adoration!

Unknowingly, Yi Chen had gained himself a young admirer.

Ning Feixue followed behind Yi Chen, responsible for delivering ruthless blows to the carcasses that, though split open, still struggled to crawl up and bite.

As time passed, his cooperation with Yi Chen became more tacit, and together they slaughtered haphazardly.

From the east of the town to the west, from the south to the north.

Just as Ning Feixue was getting into the swing of the carnage, Yi Chen suddenly stopped.

He said to Ning Feixue sternly, "Daoist Ning, better hide behind. I might not be able to look out for you later."

Before Ning Feixue could ask why, he closed his mouth and quickly swept towards the back.

Heeding advice prevents misfortune.

As Yi Chen's words fell, on the distant banks of the Wujiang River, the waters suddenly parted a few hundred yards from the shore, revealing the riverbed and the dark silt deposited at the bottom.

A shadowy black mass in the silt writhed violently, twisting and rising to its feet.

An enormous creature, three meters tall and covered in needle-like black fur, emerged from the riverbed.

Embedded obliquely at the center of its chest was a sinister blood-colored token.

This token was somewhat different from the one Yi Chen had seen earlier in Yangjiaowu Fort—not only was it larger, but the patterns on it were also different.

"Just as I expected, it's this damn thing causing trouble again," murmured Yi Chen to himself.

Each time he saw this blood-colored token, he was exceptionally shocked.

He wondered what kind of formidable power this token held; it could not only turn an ordinary person into an expert in a very short period, but it also had the ability to create creatures more bizarre and terrifying than the last.

And this was only the first wave. In just a short span of twenty days without anyone noticing, this accursed thing had grown powerful enough to momentarily confuse and entrap him, a True Person. With such abnormal and deviant abilities, given more time, what else might it achieve?

And if there were a second wave, a third, a fourth?

Would not the entire world be engulfed in warfare and covered in scars?

And what if... the true mastermind behind the scattering of these blood-colored tokens were to appear in this world?

Gazing at the blood-colored token, Yi Chen's mind wandered, contemplating many possibilities.

Meanwhile, circles of light radiated in his sea of consciousness, defending against unknown erosion and corruption.

This was the first time his Spirit-Breaking Realm's unique ability to fortify his mind had activated since his breakthrough, which startled him; he dared not focus on the blood patterns of the token too intently. Only then did the light in his sea of consciousness dissipate.

At that moment, the fur-covered monster took a step forward.

It uttered a shriek unlike any human noise, and suddenly, all the filth and animal carcasses that had settled at the bottom of the river for countless years rushed towards it.

It acted like a black hole, absorbing all the surrounding impurities, growing taller and bigger continually.

By the time it reached the riverbank, the waters behind it had already surged back together, no longer divided.

Now, the giant beast covered in fur was no longer discernible in its original form; it was enveloped in countless carcasses and filth, becoming a ten-meter-tall colossus of cadavers.

It was surrounded by boundless death energy and resentment.

Yi Chen couldn't imagine how this monster had managed to accumulate such an astonishing amount of negative emotions.

"Roar!"

The undead giant raised its head and let out a piercing roar as it took long strides toward Yi Chen. The ground trembled with its approach, and as it neared, wisps and tufts of black air continued to seep from the flesh and blood of the corpses that Yi Chen had smashed in the ancient town, merging into the giant.

With this added strength, the aura of the undead giant grew even more formidable, and its form more solid.

Seeing this, Yi Chen's expression turned icy, and he instantly entered a state of mind as serene as glacial ice, unshakable even if the heavens fell. Rings of clear light rippled in his sea of consciousness, resisting the waves of psychic assault unintentionally emitted by the undead giant.

If it weren't for Yi Chen's timely warning, allowing Ning Feixue to retreat in time, with his level of cultivation, he wouldn't even be qualified to stand at the foot of the undead giant.

Fortunately, the man proved to be obedient, hiding far away with Little Miao, and by doing so, he was able to suppress the boiling horror and demonic thoughts within him.

From afar, worry couldn't help but manifest in Ning Feixue's eyes at the sight.

This undead giant was so powerful; how would Yi Chen deal with it?

At that moment, his chances of winning seemed slim.

However, the worry in his eyes quickly dissipated a fraction.

Suddenly, a three-meter-tall Daoist apparition appeared on the distant horizon.

Equally majestic and overwhelmingly powerful, even standing opposite the undead giant, at three meters against ten, it did not falter in the slightest.

The Daoist stretched out his hand, and the light of the world, as if responding to some command, surged into his body. Even the night sky dimmed slightly. Within a ten-meter radius centered on the Daoist, the ground sank three feet, as if unable to bear this formidable presence.

Though this scene might seem complex, it all transpired in an extremely short span of time. The two giant figures collided on the horizon without delay.

Bang!

An explosive burst of energy erupted, scattering in all directions, whipping up gales, and the large trees nearby, as thick as bowls, were directly snapped by the force of the blast.

The intense collision exploded with boundless airflow, sweeping up gravel, flinging large swathes of soil around.

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In that instant, two terrifying forces made contact, neutralized, and clashed against each other.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Such violent combat was not a single exchange but countless exchanges in just a moment.

Collision! Collision! Collision!

The deep azure, tall Daoist apparition's ethereal giant fist met the undead giant's massive palm.

The bright and burning deep azure Pure Yang Inner Qi met the pitch-black, silent energy of death and resentment.

All sorts of collisions occurred in just an instant, the sounds merging together into an invisible sonic wave, vibrating and spreading out.

For a moment, the energy was like raging waves, creating layers upon layers, and Yi Chen's hair bun was undone by this air wave, his ink-black hair cascading over his shoulders.

The undead giant, not bad!

In an instant, Yi Chen added the two Origin Points he had accumulated over the past five days of travel to his physical attributes.

Having fought until now, it was time to give himself a boost.

A warm current suddenly emerged, sweeping through his entire body. With this extraordinary support, Yi Chen's previously weakening aura revitalized, and a round of azure sun slowly rose within his eyes.