Chapter 1050: How Do You Want to Die?
Although Yang Haoran promptly ordered Shui Ling and Lu Wu to transfer the believers into the protective barrier, due to the sheer number of Corpse Ghouls and the fact that these believers were old, weak, sick, and disabled, some were still scratched or bitten by the Corpse Ghouls.
Once scratched or bitten by a zombie, the body becomes infected with corpse poison. If not treated promptly and effectively, the injured person will quickly transform into a Corpse Ghoul that knows nothing but to kill and devour flesh!
If all the injured were to turn into Corpse Ghouls, then the other uninjured believers inside the barrier would be in grave danger. At that point, even Yang Haoran's barrier would be useless.
Shui Ling naturally understood this, so her approach differed from Lu Wu's. Among the Night Watchers in her squad, she left a few specifically to deal with the believers' injuries, using Yin Spirit Power to forcibly extract the corpse poison from the injured. Ordinary people certainly couldn't do this; one had to possess power within their body, so it was a task that fell solely to them, the Night Watchers.
Shui Ling left some Night Watchers to cleanse the injured of corpse poison, while the remaining Night Watchers, under her lead, also launched an attack on the Corpse Ghouls present.
Elsewhere, Yang Haoran, facing the four Corpse Ghouls that had attacked again, still showed no intention of dodging. Even though the power fluctuations emanating from these four Corpse Ghouls were considerably stronger than before, his expression remained as calm and composed as ever.
However, while he didn't dodge, he no longer allowed these Corpse Ghouls to bare their fangs and brandish their claws at him as they had before. Before the four Corpse Ghouls could even get close to his body, black chains, as thick as a man's arm, appeared out of thin air.
The chains clashed against each other, emitting a clanking sound, like agile black giant pythons, binding the four Corpse Ghouls at lightning speed.
Although these four Corpse Ghouls were currently under the Cripple's control, simultaneously controlling four Corpse Ghouls was certainly a burden for him. Thus, in terms of agility, he was simply no match for Yang Haoran.
Roar! ! !
Roar! ! !
The four Corpse Ghouls were fixed in place around Yang Haoran's body by the chains. They roared fiercely at Yang Haoran and struggled forcefully, trying to break free from the chains' restraints. But no matter how they struggled, apart from making the chains produce a clanking sound of collision, it had no other effect, let alone shattering the chains with brute force.
Yang Haoran didn't even glance at the four Corpse Ghouls around him. He fixed his gaze on the Cripple in the sky and smiled faintly.
"Heh heh, with this little bit of skill, you dared to come seeking trouble with me? I don't know what you're thinking, is your brain also crippled?"
Yang Haoran's words greatly provoked the Cripple. To him, this was a blatant insult. Although he was now certain that Yang Haoran was much stronger than he had anticipated, this didn't mean he could tolerate Yang Haoran insulting him, nor did it mean he was willing to admit defeat like this.
"It's not over yet, the victor is not decided!"
The Cripple roared, his face appearing somewhat distorted due to his immense anger. As his words fell, a powerful surge of power erupted from his body.
"Heh heh, who knows how many spectators are secretly watching, so you'd best not overexert yourself, lest you become even more disgraced."
Not only was Yang Haoran not intimidated by the power surge and formidable aura currently erupting from the Cripple, but he also smiled faintly and reminded him.
Yang Haoran's words seemed baffling, yet the Cripple understood their meaning.
Burning with rage already, how could the Cripple listen to Yang Haoran's words? A furious roar escaped his mouth, and then his body swooped down, shooting towards Yang Haoran below.
At the same time, the four Corpse Ghouls, tightly bound by Yang Haoran's chains, suddenly plunged into a frenzy at that moment. Frantic roars emanated from their mouths, and the chains, which they had previously been utterly unable to break free from, now exploded with a bang, no longer able to effectively restrain them.
Yang Haoran knew that, from the current situation, the Cripple, in his furious rage, must have unleashed his full power.
After shattering the chains, the four Corpse Ghouls showed no hesitation, immediately launching a fierce attack on Yang Haoran. This time, Yang Haoran did not remain rooted to the spot. He leaped up, dodging the four Corpse Ghouls' assault, and the Corpse Ghouls, unable to stop their bodies in time, crashed into each other.
Although Yang Haoran had evaded the four Corpse Ghouls' attack, the Cripple's speed was also swift. No sooner had Yang Haoran leaped up than the Cripple, swooping down from high above, appeared directly above his head.
The enraged Cripple spoke not a single wasted word. His crutch, augmented by power, emitted a grayish-white light as he smashed it down towards Yang Haoran below.
A small-scale black light barrier suddenly condensed above Yang Haoran, positioning itself between him and the Cripple. The Cripple's fierce blow did not successfully hit Yang Haoran but instead struck this light barrier.
Boom! ! !
The light barrier violently shook, and then cracks appeared all over it, though it didn't shatter immediately. Seeing this, the ferocity on the Cripple's face intensified. With a furious roar and a grit of his teeth, he exerted force with both hands again, pressing fiercely downwards!
Crack! ! !
The light barrier shattered, but the crutch's power had not diminished much. Emitting a sharpness like a blade, it sliced down towards Yang Haoran's head.
Because the light barrier had resisted for a moment, Yang Haoran had ample time to react effectively. His figure flashed, dodging the Cripple's strike. The crutch brushed past his body, causing him not the slightest damage.
However, no sooner had he dodged the Cripple's attack than the four Corpse Ghouls reacted and again launched a fierce assault on him. In an instant, he found himself attacked from all sides.
It's said that two fists are no match for four hands, but that depends on the situation. If the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, let alone four hands, even eight hands would be useless.
Such was Yang Haoran's situation. Facing the fierce onslaught of the four Corpse Ghouls and the Cripple, he sometimes dodged, sometimes counterattacked with fists and kicks, sometimes released Yin Spirit Power to fight the enemy, and sometimes deployed Ghost Arts. Not only was he not at a disadvantage, but he handled the situation with practiced ease, and as time passed, their exchanges grew more intense, and he gradually gained the upper hand.
The battle lasted only a short ten minutes. Not only did the aggressive Cripple fail to take down Yang Haoran, but he was beaten to the point of continuously spewing blood by Yang Haoran. As for his four powerful Corpse Ghoul henchmen, two were directly dismembered by Yang Haoran and were as dead as dead could be, despite possessing an immortal body.
Although the other two were not dismembered by Yang Haoran, they were pierced through their bodies by chains formed from Yang Haoran's Yin Spirit Power and then hung in the air like two salted fish, utterly weak and only a step away from complete destruction.
The Cripple struggled to his feet from the ground, then a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, and he looked at Yang Haoran with a face full of disbelief.
At this moment, he looked rather miserable, his face pale, blood at the corners of his mouth, multiple wounds on his body, and his formerly respectable clothes now tattered. The crutch in his hand was even broken into two pieces.
Previously, when he appeared, though his limping gait was not very graceful, his demeanor gave the impression of an expert. However, at this moment, he showed no semblance of an expert, but instead looked exactly like a beggar who had been severely beaten, the contrast before and after was quite significant.
Originally filled with rage and single-mindedly wanting to take down Yang Haoran, he had sobered up after Yang Haoran's severe beating. The anger in his heart disappeared, replaced by shock and disbelief.
He was truly unwilling to believe that Yang Haoran's strength could be so formidable, and he was also unwilling to believe that he was actually no match for Yang Haoran. But reality was right before his eyes, and he couldn't help but believe it.
Compared to the Cripple, Yang Haoran's expression had not changed from beginning to end. At this moment, looking at the Cripple's disbelieving face, Yang Haoran's tone was calm, and he asked with a faint smile.
"Heh heh, still want to fight? If you're not planning to fight anymore, then tell me, how do you want to die?"
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