Chapter 497: Battle with the Corpse Raiser
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The chains lashed viciously against the large hand formed from concentrated Corpse Qi. With a resounding boom, the grey hand was whipped apart by the chains, which then also dissipated into wisps of Yin Qi.
The short man's smile froze. Recovering quickly, no anger was visible on his face; he merely offered a faint smile, refraining from another attack. He withdrew his gaze from the Corpse Ghoul not far away and then focused his eyes on Yang Haoran.
“Heh heh, my friend from the Underworld Office, there's no use for you to keep my little darling. Why must you make things difficult? Besides, aren't you from the Underworld Office? Aren't you supposed to catch ghosts? How did you start moonlighting as a zombie catcher? ” the short man asked with a chuckle.
“Heh heh, I’m used to eating rice, but sometimes I feel like trying the taste of noodles,” Yang Haoran responded with a smile.
Hearing this, the short man's expression subtly shifted. He then chuckled, “By your words, my friend, it seems you’re set on handling this? ”
As these words fell, the scene instantly grew silent. All eyes gathered on Yang Haoran, and the silence was so profound that you could hear a pin drop.
Yang Haoran didn't speak. A gust of Yin wind swept by, and he merely smiled and nodded at the short man.
As the short man's voice trailed off, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. It looked as if he was preparing to act immediately, but Yang Haoran’s speed of attack was even swifter.
Suddenly, several black chains appeared from the void, launching an assault on the short man from all directions, sealing off his retreat.
Seeing Yang Haoran make his move, Ma Ling also charged towards the Corpse Ghoul clutching her Golden Magic Sword. The Golden Magic Sword was an incredibly precious magic weapon to her, and many of her techniques required it to unleash their full power, so she absolutely had to reclaim it.
Among the Spirit Police officers present, some were completely drained of combat ability, while others retained a certain degree of fighting strength. Faced with this situation, the two remaining Spirit Police officers with combat capability simultaneously mustered the meager power left within them and launched an attack on the Corpse Ghoul.
The reason they chose to attack the Corpse Ghoul was that Ma Ling didn’t seem to be a match for it. Conversely, Yang Haoran’s strength, in the eyes of these Spirit Police officers, was unfathomable; he should be capable of dealing with the short man. Thus, they opted to join forces with Ma Ling against the Corpse Ghoul.
From this moment, both sides resumed their fierce battle.
Facing the pervasive onslaught of chains, the short man either dodged or defended, yet he found no opportunity to counterattack.
At first, it was nothing. He could still maintain a smile on his face, for in his opinion, Yang Haoran's fierce assault surely couldn't last for long. Once this aggressive momentum from Yang Haoran passed, it would be his chance to strike back, and then Yang Haoran would undoubtedly die by his hand.
However, to the short man’s exasperation, ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, yet Yang Haoran's attacks remained just as relentless, showing no signs of weakening. Under such a fierce assault, not only could he not find an opportunity to counterattack Yang Haoran, but he had also sustained several wounds, both deep and shallow.
This outcome caused the smile to unknowingly vanish from his face, and his perception of Yang Haoran also shifted. Yang Haoran was stronger than he had imagined.
The short man actually had no idea that Yang Haoran was an Emissary of Death. There had been a barrier in place previously, so he didn't know what had happened inside, nor could he hear their prior conversation.
After breaking through the barrier and arriving here, he sensed the Yin Qi and Spirit Power emanating from Yang Haoran. However, he didn’t pay that small fluctuation of power any mind, deeming the threat it posed to him insignificant. Thus, he simply ignored Yang Haoran.
It wasn't until Yang Haoran manipulated the chains to shatter the hand formed from his Corpse Qi that his attention was drawn to Yang Haoran, forcing him to properly regard this seemingly unremarkable fellow.
Although he now regarded Yang Haoran seriously, he still didn't consider him an equal. It was only after exchanging blows with Yang Haoran for more than ten minutes that he realized he had underestimated Yang Haoran's strength.
Even now, the short man still believed Yang Haoran was merely a Night Watcher, because Yang Haoran hadn't used a Soul Armament. If he had known that Yang Haoran was actually an Emissary of Death, his expression would certainly have been spectacular.
Yang Haoran hadn't used his Soul Armament, not to toy with the short man, but because once he opened his Heaven Soul, both the Spirit Power within his body and the Yin Qi around him would exponentially surge. He didn’t want to expose his true strength, which was why he was unwilling to open his Heaven Soul.
If only the short man had been present, Yang Haoran wouldn’t have worried about his strength being exposed; once the short man was killed, no one would know the true extent of his current power. But with Ma Ling and others around, he couldn't possibly kill Ma Ling as well. He hadn't become that deranged.
His unwillingness to expose his strength was precisely to prevent suspicious individuals from questioning his rapid power advancement. If his increase in strength didn't match the Soul Pills he received annually, it would indicate a problem, and the matter might even be reported to his superiors. He didn't want to lose his life due to his own carelessness, which was why he was reluctant to reveal his true power in front of others. If it reached a point where he absolutely had to use his full strength, he would have to erase the opponent from this world, reducing the risk to zero.
It was precisely because Yang Haoran harbored these concerns that the short man was still alive. Otherwise, let alone lasting ten minutes against Yang Haoran, he would have been lucky to survive even one minute.
Of course, it couldn't be said that the short man’s strength was weak. He was a Corpse Raiser, and his own power was only one part of his combat ability; the zombies he cultivated were the other part. At the moment, one of his Corpse Ghouls was restrained by Ma Ling and the others, while the other Corpse Ghoul, besides being crippled, was also bound like a zongzi by Yang Haoran's chains, completely unable to assist him. This was equivalent to severing his left and right arms, which was why he struggled so much when facing Yang Haoran alone.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ma Ling and the two Spirit Police officers battling the Corpse Ghoul found the situation far from optimistic.
This Corpse Ghoul’s strength was far greater than the previous one. Even with Ma Ling and the two others combining their efforts, they were no match for it. The Corpse Ghoul remained unharmed, while all three of them sustained injuries, and Ma Ling hadn't even managed to reclaim her Golden Magic Sword.
It wasn't that Ma Ling was weak; rather, she simply had no opportunity to set up a powerful formation. If someone could buy her a little time, once she deployed a formidable formation, the situation would be entirely different.
Unfortunately, the two Spirit Police officers couldn't buy her any time to set up her formation.
These two Spirit Police officers were already heavily injured. Though their combat abilities weren't completely lost, the power remaining within them was scarce. That meager power was like a tickle to the Corpse Ghoul, so they were incapable of buying Ma Ling any time.
Unable to set up a powerful formation, Ma Ling's own strength alone was no match for this Corpse Ghoul. Thus, even with the three of them joining forces, they not only failed to inflict any damage on the Corpse Puppet, but instead ended up covered in injuries themselves.
After about ten minutes, the two Spirit Police officers were not only completely incapacitated but had also been infected with corpse poison again. Ma Ling was in the same predicament; she had multiple scratches from the Corpse Ghoul and was also infected with corpse poison, making the situation quite dire.
“Get out of here, quickly! If you stay, you’re dead! ”
Ma Ling saw the two Spirit Police officers struggling to their feet, seemingly intent on continuing the fight, and couldn’t help but shout a reminder.
Her warning had just fallen when a foul stench assailed the air. The Corpse Ghoul’s fist, like a sandbag, landed on her, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Ma Ling coughed up a mouthful of blood. Before she could recover, the Corpse Ghoul flickered, appearing directly before her. One hand clamped her neck, pinning her to the ground, while its other hand gripped her Golden Magic Sword, then plunged it savagely towards her forehead—
Ma Ling's face drained of color in fright. If that sword struck her forehead, she would surely die!
She tried to resist, but the Corpse Ghoul’s strength was simply too immense; her struggle was utterly meaningless. She could only watch in despair as the Golden Magic Sword descended—
At this critical juncture, a hand suddenly appeared in Ma Ling's line of sight, then, with lightning speed, it seized the Golden Magic Sword that the Corpse Puppet was plunging down—Moonlit Night God!
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