Chapter 1098: The Fierce Might of the Corpse King

The Mortal World

I once encountered a masterless Flying Yaksha. Due to its obsession and instinct, it wouldn't attack other refined corpses that carried the fluctuations of the Heavenly Corpse Talisman. If this Corpse King is similar, it will be much easier to deal with...

Qin Sang recalled his encounter with Wushang in Wuyagu Valley.

Wushang had been consumed by corpse energy in the ice cave, transforming him into a Flying Yaksha.

Unsurprisingly, he should still be in that cold ice cave, day after day, unable to find release.

Wushang was different from Dumb Girl.

After the Heavenly Corpse Talisman entered Dumb Girl's body, her physical body and soul had been continuously nourished by various treasures. Wushang, however, had long since succumbed, with no possibility of being revived.

That he could form a Golden Core was also thanks to Wushang's dying words, which had pointed him in a certain direction. If he had the chance in the future, he would visit Wuyagu Valley to let Wushang rest in peace.

Qin Sang mused silently.

Qin Sang stopped as he neared the Corpse King's lair.

Shortly after, Bai appeared beside Qin Sang and transmitted, "There are no Ghost Kings nearby; the top-tier ghost creatures in the Immortal Tomb likely have their own territories. I've already cleared most of the insignificant ghost creatures in the periphery. When we make our move, focus on eliminating the ghost creatures near the Corpse King's lair first. This shouldn't alert other Ghost Kings in the short term, giving us enough time to gauge the Corpse King's strength."

"Let this fellow guard the periphery and intercept the ghost creatures," Qin Sang said, "while you and I team up to deal with the Corpse King."

Qin Sang then released the White Crane.

Sensing the eerie aura of the Immortal Tomb, the White Crane's long neck suddenly recoiled, and its feathers bristled slightly.

Bai glanced at the White Crane.

He knew the creature was cunning and quite capable.

"Alright!"

After a brief discussion, Qin Sang ordered the White Crane to stand by, while he followed Bai to approach the Corpse King's lair.

Bai conjured a ghost mist to conceal their movements.

The ground of the Immortal Tomb was uneven, with broken steles and scattered bones everywhere.

After walking for a while, the terrain gradually sloped downwards, and soon they spotted a deep pit.

Inside the deep pit, the ghost energy was exceptionally dense, and it was so dark they couldn't see their own hands.

The moment he saw the deep pit, Qin Sang's mind involuntarily tensed. This was a place of ill omen!

Just then, his Heavenly Eye ability suddenly spotted a black shadow that flashed and disappeared within the deep pit with astonishing speed. From that brief glimpse, Qin Sang felt an inexplicable pressure.

Only the Corpse King could exert such pressure on him!

"It's here!"

Qin Sang let out a low roar, abruptly summoned his Ebony Sword, transformed it into a sword wheel, and swiftly slashed down towards the deep pit!

The dazzling sword light instantly illuminated the surrounding area.

Around the deep pit, a cacophony of ghostly wails erupted. The ghost creatures lurking nearby were startled, immediately turning ferocious, and pounced forward eagerly.

At the same time, Bai also made his move.

The chilling, bone-piercing ghost energy became exceptionally docile before him, allowing him to command it at will.

*Whoosh!*

It was as if Bai possessed endless suction, as ghost energy surged towards him, forming a vortex around him.

This ghost energy condensed into streaks of flowing energy, which he controlled as easily as his own arm.

*Swish, swish...*

The ghost energy, like a vast spiderweb, swept overwhelmingly forward.

*Boom!*

*Thud!*

Two loud bangs followed one after another.

The sword wheel suddenly dimmed, and the Ebony Sword flew back.

Then, a dark green ghost claw appeared in their sight. Accompanied by a ripping sound, the streaks of ghost energy were torn apart layer by layer by the ghost claw, rapidly approaching them.

Qin Sang's face paled slightly, and he felt a hidden shock.

Just now, the Ebony Sword had clashed head-on with the Corpse King. The sound was like striking metal. Not only did it fail to force the Corpse King to reveal itself, but the sword wheel also nearly disintegrated.

Qin Sang had anticipated such an outcome to some extent.

His hand seals changed continuously, and the sword art was activated again, but this time, it wasn't aimed at the Corpse King.

The sword wheel shot straight into the sky, then countless streaks of sword energy suddenly spread out like a peacock fanning its tail. The sword energy rained down from above.

The other ghost creatures were engulfed by the sword rain, letting out another series of screams, and scattering in all directions.

The White Crane took the opportunity to harvest them.

Meanwhile, Bai also made his move.

A continuous stream of ghost energy was stirred by Bai, finally forcing the Corpse King to reveal itself!

The Corpse King's true appearance was truly unappealing. Its entire body was shriveled, with a greenish face, fangs, and blood-red eyes, looking ferocious and brutal.

Its figure was unusually tall, with corpse energy surging around it. Its entire skin was greenish-black, covered in black hair several inches long that stood rigidly upright and felt incredibly hard.

Its ghost claws were pitch black, and the nails on its ten fingers were as sharp as spirit swords. Corpse poison permeated the air around it.

From the Corpse King, no trace of a normal human could be seen.

If it were a Corpse King that had cultivated on its own, it would have long mastered transformation techniques at this level. As long as it didn't reveal its true form, it would be largely indistinguishable from a normal person, apart from its inherent corpse energy.

If its intelligence was high enough, it could transform into a normal person and walk in the outside world. With deliberate concealment, ordinary cultivators would find it hard to discern its true nature.

This Corpse King was originally likely a refined corpse of a Heavenly Corpse Sect disciple. For unknown reasons, it was left behind here. To this day, it hasn't been able to break free from the constraints of the corpse refining art and the Heavenly Corpse Talisman. It lacked intelligence commensurate with its cultivation and knew nothing of transformation.

For Qin Sang and Bai, this was a good thing; it would make dealing with the Corpse King much easier.

However, after clearly seeing the Corpse King's physical body, both of them felt a sense of unease.

The Corpse King's true body could be described as steel bones and iron sinews. Just now, its ghost claw had forcefully repelled the Ebony Sword and torn apart the streaks of ghost energy, yet it appeared to have sustained no damage.

*Roar!*

The Corpse King opened its fangs wide, letting out a thunderous roar.

Staring at Qin Sang and Bai, the Corpse King's blood-red eyes showed increasingly intense bloodlust and greed. It suddenly crossed its arms, and with a sound like tearing silk, it forcibly tore open the ghost energy.

Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately activated his escape light to retreat.

At this point, some of the other ghost creatures had died by Qin Sang's sword. The rest, after sensing the Corpse King's aura, were terrified and scattered, only to be intercepted and killed by the White Crane.

Around the deep pit, it was a desolate expanse.

Bai remained motionless, staring intently at the Corpse King's blood-red eyes. His lips moved slightly as he apparently performed some secret art, his expression extremely tense.

*Whoosh!*

A foul wind swept over, carrying a pungent stench.

The Corpse King's body suddenly erupted with corpse energy, disappearing from its spot and instantly reappearing before Bai.

Bai was fully focused on activating his secret art, startled by the sight. He hastily dodged, his figure shifting several zhang sideways, barely managing to evade the attack.

Even so, three claw marks appeared on Bai's arm, deep enough to show bone.

In an instant, the wounds turned inky black as corpse poison infiltrated his body, spreading rapidly.

Bai had the Nine-Life Black Tortoise Shell that Qin Sang had given him.

The tortoise shell had been refined by the Nine-Life Black Tortoise for many years, making its hardness absolutely no less than a defensive magic treasure; it could easily be used as a shield.

Yet, facing the Corpse King, Bai hadn't even had time to raise the tortoise shell to block.

Had it been an ordinary cultivator, they would likely have already succumbed to the corpse poison attacking their heart and died on the spot.

Fortunately, Bai himself was a refined corpse and was not as vulnerable to the Corpse King's poison.

Qin Sang was appalled. He retreated far to the periphery of the deep pit to avoid attracting the Corpse King's attention.

He wasn't a refined corpse; even his physical body from the third layer of the 'Heavenly Demon Refining Form' couldn't withstand the Corpse King's claw. If he were to be targeted and take such a blow, his fate would be obvious.

Bai repeatedly retreated, fully engaging the Corpse King and facing perilous situations.

Just then, an unexpected scene occurred. The Corpse King, exuding immense ferocity, inexplicably swayed for a moment, and its corpse energy became unstable.