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The more Zuo Ci gazed at the Corpse Forest, the more delighted he became. It was powerful, yet it felt like it was already within his grasp. With this thought in mind, Zuo Ci decided to hold nothing back.
He bit his finger, pressing it against the head of the Evil God beneath him. The Evil God seemed to respond to the stimulation, extending its fleshly hand to grasp a bone long knife, swinging it towards the head of the Corpse Forest.
The Corpse Forest did not retreat. Instead, it used its massive head staff to strike down hard on the bone knife held by the Evil God.
Crack! Crack!
The Corpse Forest's bone staff shattered into pieces. After all, this was not its true Righteous Method artifact; it was merely an illusion created by incense offerings. In contrast, the bone knife in the Evil God's hand was extracted from the body of the soon-to-be Dragon Evil Jiao.
Dragons possess precious bones—behind their heads lay Fan Gu, and beneath their chests was Inverse Bone. The Inverse Bone was closest to the reverse scales within the chest cavity and was also the hardest part of a dragon's body. With a force that seemed capable of crushing everything in its path, it shattered the Corpse Forest's artifact.
Without hesitation, after landing a successful blow, the Evil God swung the knife again towards the skeleton head of the Corpse Forest.
Splash!
From another Gabara Blood Bowl within the Corpse Forest, a sound like surging tides erupted. A stream of Azure Black Liquid gushed forth like a river. Within this river were numerous decaying bodies, entrails, flesh, and some indescribable reproductive organs.
This was all Filth that could taint one's dharma body. The seven faces of the Evil God began to twist and writhe, transforming into tentacle-like Human-Faced Ghosts that lunged toward the Polluted River to tear at it.
Gu Du! Gu Du!
The Human-Faced Ghosts were also vile creations forged through unclean means and showed no fear of the Azure Black River. In just a moment, they devoured all of the magical power contained within that Polluted River.
Roar!
The skeleton face of the Corpse Forest revealed an expression of shame and anger as it crushed the Gabara Blood Bowl in its hand. Shattered bone fragments fell to the ground.
In an instant, the ground decayed and withered, while the sky was shrouded in thick, blood-red clouds that gradually coalesced into a sinister skull-like visage.
The Eight Cold Corpse Forest!
Zuo Ci gazed at the twisted scene before him, as a towering tree made of human bones erupted from the earth. The Bone Demon Tree trembled ominously.
Before long, the skeletal face in the sky opened its bottomless mouth and unleashed a torrent of black whirlwinds, hurling down chunks of ice the size of meteors, along with bizarre flames that resembled blood-red lotus flowers.
A mass of knife-like mountains adorned with intestines and organs burst forth from the ground, rising like bamboo shoots after rain, seemingly endless. These grotesque entities advanced toward Zuo Ci, filled with an overwhelming aura of death.
Clearly, after enduring countless defeats, the Corpse Forest no longer held back. It unleashed a power akin to Dao Domain Divine Power, distorting the very fabric of reality.
The air was thick with Sha Qi!
Zuo Ci chuckled and said, "Thank you for your assistance. However, I still need to expend a considerable number of souls as bait to perform Zhan Xian Fei Dao!"
The Blood-Red Gourd hovered behind Zuo Ci's head.
With a hum, the mouth of the gourd slightly shifted to create an opening, as if it were a funnel sucking in the wandering Sha Qi from the heavens and earth. The fiery lotus flowers, Dark Cyan ice spikes, black whirlwinds, and flesh-and-blood knife mountains were all refined into Sha Qi and frantically absorbed.
Slash!
A single word cut through the air!
Zuo Ci pointed his finger like a blade and gently traced it toward the Corpse Forest.
Crack! Crack!
An extremely fine sword light flashed by in an instant.
The speed was as swift as lightning and thunder, leaving no time to evade. A fine crack appeared around the neck of the Corpse Forest, and its massive head crashed to the ground. The bizarre and absurd scene shattered into fragments. As the Corpse Forest fell, the Eight Cold Corpse Forest dissipated alongside it.
With a splatter, the Old Monk spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and immediately attempted to flee.
"Die!"
Zuo Ci extended his palm, pressing forward into the air.
Buzz!
A rift opened in the sky. A fierce Black Hand reached out from the crack, and with a gentle grasp, it pulled in the Corpse Forest, along with the Old Monk and the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, all into the Triangle Soul Banner.
With a thud, the Old Monk's soul was drawn into the banner, while his flesh fell away.
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