Chapter 1274: Sending You to My Side
Facing the overwhelming might of the Corpse-Controlling Gate's forces, akin to a mighty army, Zhong Siyu not only showed no trace of fear but instead laughed with increasing madness. Her long, blood-red hair danced wildly, and her blood-drenched robes flapped loudly. Though she was but one person, her aura was not weak in the slightest; in fact, it overshadowed the entire Corpse-Controlling Gate's side!
Before her laughter even faded, Zhong Siyu transformed into a streak of blood-red light and charged out. Instantly, she appeared before a zombie. At that moment, her blood-red nails suddenly grew, like ten sharp, crimson daggers.
With just a single flick of Zhong Siyu's hands, this peak Corpse Ghoul zombie was sliced into fragments by her sharp nails. It couldn't even withstand one of Zhong Siyu's attacks. Its body, as hard as iron, on which even bullets left no mark, was as fragile as decaying wood under Zhong Siyu's claws.
This Corpse Ghoul also had black, sharp claws on its hands, and they were likewise keen. However, compared to Zhong Siyu's claws, they were still far inferior. Because his strength was truly too far below Zhong Siyu's, not only were his claws not as sharp as Zhong Siyu's, but he didn't even have time to swing them before Zhong Siyu sliced him into several pieces.
Before the Corpse Ghoul's severed body even hit the ground, several more zombies were sliced into fragments by Zhong Siyu. From this, one could see just how fast Zhong Siyu truly was.
Zhong Siyu was not only fast, but her attacks were also decisive and clean. After each strike, she wouldn't even look at the outcome. She would immediately flash to her next target and strike.
Her inherent speed was already formidable, and her actions were extremely swift and decisive. Thus, in just the blink of an eye, several powerful Corpse Ghouls were dismembered by her.
Zhong Siyu not only knew many spiritual arts, but she was also incredibly formidable in close combat. Although in terms of physical strength, she couldn't compare to a Corpse King of the same realm, her spiritual body could be both ethereal and solid, and if dispersed, it could recondense. This was something ordinary Ghost Kings could not do. So, if one were to truly compare, her Ghost King form was actually no worse than a Corpse King's physical body; each simply had its own unique advantages.
Conversely, if she attacked with spiritual arts, large numbers of enemies would surely die in droves. Doing so would not only provide her with no sense of experience, but the enemies would also be swiftly annihilated, offering her no chance to truly get her fill.
It was precisely because Zhong Siyu possessed such a perverse and cruel fetish that between spiritual arts and close combat, she preferred the latter.
In the blink of an eye, several peak Corpse Ghouls met a tragic end under Zhong Siyu's sharp claws. This scene caused every member of the Corpse-Controlling Gate to pale. Before encountering Zhong Siyu, they had heard of the Blood-Clad's prowess, but they had not all witnessed the true extent of a Blood-Clad ghost's power. Now, having personally experienced the horror of Zhong Siyu's strength, they finally gained a true understanding of a Blood-Clad ghost; their power was only stronger, not weaker, than rumored.
However, the members of the Corpse-Controlling Gate did not know that what they were currently witnessing was merely the tip of the iceberg of Zhong Siyu's true strength. If they truly understood Zhong Siyu's real power, some of them would never dare to confront her. They would undoubtedly try every possible means to flee this place, even if it meant becoming traitors.
The battle on Zhong Siyu's side had fully ignited. And the battle on Yang Haoran's side had now truly begun as well.
After the Ghost Fiend Soul Chains surrounded Shi Weihan, Yang Haoran did not seize the opportunity to attack Shi Weihan. Because, under the alluring woman's command, several individuals had moved towards Fu Yan. Their purpose was self-evident: they wanted to rescue Fu Yan from his grasp.
Fu Yan, this elder of the Corpse-Controlling Gate, was an enemy whom Ma Ling had sworn to personally eliminate. Therefore, Yang Haoran had promised Ma Ling that he would deliver Fu Yan to her unharmed, and moreover, he would eradicate the entire Corpse-Controlling Gate.
When Yang Haoran made this promise to Ma Ling, Ma Ling was completely stunned. So she neither rejected Yang Haoran nor explicitly agreed. By the time Ma Ling recovered, the Corpse-Controlling Gate members had already come knocking, and she had even less opportunity to clearly state her stance to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran, of course, also knew that Zhong Siyu had not stated her position on this matter to him. But this was precisely what he desired most. Regarding this matter, he chose to feign ignorance while being fully aware. He wouldn't concern himself with the fact that Ma Ling hadn't expressed her stance to him from beginning to end. He would only care about one thing: that Ma Ling had not refused him. The reason why she hadn't refused him was unimportant. In any case, he only acknowledged one point: that Ma Ling's lack of refusal constituted tacit agreement.
It was precisely because he held such a rascally notion in his heart that in his eyes, the two promises he had made to Ma Ling were naturally valid. And he certainly wouldn't go back on his word; he would try every possible means to fulfill the promises he had made.
Therefore, when the Corpse-Controlling Gate members attempted to rescue Fu Yan, Yang Haoran did not seize the opportunity to launch a lightning-fast strike against Shi Weihan. Instead, he decided to deal with these few individuals first.
If these individuals' strengths were categorized by the Underworld Office's cultivation realms, they were roughly in the mid-to-late Heaven Soul stage. Such strength, while not top-tier within the Corpse-Controlling Gate, was certainly enough to place them in the middle-to-high ranks. However, in Yang Haoran's eyes, such strength was somewhat insignificant.
Before the individuals could successfully approach Fu Yan, several Ghost Fiend Soul Chains appeared out of thin air, blocking their path. The number of chains matched the number of individuals, which was clearly Yang Haoran's deliberate act. Although each person faced only one Ghost Fiend Soul Chain, the powerful energy fluctuations released by these Ghost Fiend Soul Chains were stronger than any one of them individually.
Originally, the Ghost Fiend Soul Chain was just a very common Ghost Art of the Underworld Office. But now, for these few members of the Corpse-Controlling Gate, this ordinary Ghost Art had become a means to take their lives. Each of them struggled immensely against a single chain, completely unable to spare a hand to rescue Fu Yan.
It was with this brief delay that Fu Yan, enveloped by Yin Qi, was precisely and unmistakably delivered to Ma Ling's side. Although Fu Yan did not give up struggling during this process, trying to break free from Yang Haoran's restraints, no matter how he struggled, it was futile. With most of his internal power suppressed by the Corpse Suppression Talisman, he was completely unable to break free from the chains binding him.
After his struggles proved fruitless, he had to accept a fact: that if he didn't find a way to recover his strength, it would be absolutely impossible for him to break free from his shackles using his own abilities.
But the problem was that if he wanted to recover his strength, he first had to remove the power of the Corpse Suppression Talisman acting upon him. And for now, he hadn't thought of a feasible method.
Just as he was racking his brain, trying to think of a solution, his body landed.
The Yin Qi wrapped around him did not simply disperse in the air, letting him fall from above. Instead, it gently lowered him to the ground, as if fearing to harm even a single strand of his hair.
However, the Yin Qi did not place him upright on the ground but laid him down horizontally. What the intention behind this was, perhaps only Yang Haoran, the caster, knew.
The moment his body touched the ground, Fu Yan felt a strong surge of killing intent. And this killing intent came from his side.
Although his body was restrained and he had lost the ability to move, he could still struggle or turn his head. So, after sensing the strong killing intent emanating from his side, he instinctively turned his head to look in that direction. What greeted his eyes was a pair of bloodshot eyes, brimming with extreme fury!
The owner of these eyes was none other than Ma Ling. The spot where Fu Yan landed was precisely beside Ma Ling.
As for why Ma Ling was so furious, it was naturally because of the vendetta for her Ma Family's annihilation. At this moment, seeing her sworn enemy, whom she hated to the bone, right before her eyes, the hatred within her heart and her intense killing intent towards Fu Yan both reached an unprecedented peak!
“Heh heh, Elder Fu Yan, I wonder if you still remember me? ”
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