Chapter 507: Seizing the Undead Army

He had noticed this before; it seemed Yaoyue controlled the army of corpses using the butterfly hair clip.

He immediately pulled off the hair clip without hesitation, then decisively retreated.

Noticing his action, Yaoyue's expression changed drastically, and she roared, "Put it down!"

She was frantic. That was the magical artifact used by successive generations of demon priests to control the army of corpses! If she lost it, she would be unable to control the army of corpses. Worse still, the army of corpses might even fall under someone else's control!

In this critical moment, she opened her mouth and inhaled. The torrent-like death energy, like countless streams flowing into the ocean, instantly surged into her body.

As she waved her arm, the death energy enveloped her and shot up into the sky, condensing into a ten-zhang-tall figure made of death energy.

The death energy figure raised both arms and sent the Five Magnetism Elemental Mountain flying.

Yaoyue, now free, struck out with an extremely decisive palm strike towards Jiang Fan, who hadn't had time to escape.

How fierce was a palm strike from a ninth-level Core Formation cultivator?

Even Xia Chaoge, protected by crystal armor, was almost beaten to death by a single palm. What more could Jiang Fan expect, facing her with his back?

With one palm, he would surely die.

However, Yaoyue, intending to kill, struck as fast as lightning, giving Jiang Fan no chance to dodge.

Bang—

With just one strike, Jiang Fan was sent flying.

A hint of joy appeared on Yaoyue's face. She had hit him. With her palm force, how could Jiang Fan, a second-level Core Formation human, possibly survive? His heart would be instantly pierced, and he would die a miserable death on the spot.

However, what stunned her was that Jiang Fan's flying body shattered like an illusion in a mirror.

In its place was a palm-sized jade figurine with the words "Jiang Fan" written on it.

Immediately after, the jade figurine exploded with a bang, and Jiang Fan appeared ten zhang away.

His face was pale, and he was panting. Although he appeared to have expended a great deal of energy, he was unharmed.

Such an uncanny life-preserving jade figurine left Yaoyue stunned for a moment.

Immediately, she said with murderous intent, "No matter how many life-preserving tricks you have, you're going to die!"

Jiang Fan's expression changed. Without a word, he imitated Yaoyue's previous action and blew into the holes on the bone butterfly hair clip.

Under the low horn-like sound, over two thousand corpse puppets immediately rumbled like muffled thunder.

At the same time, after the horn sound spread, Jiang Fan vaguely felt that, holding the butterfly hair clip, he had established some sort of spiritual connection with the army of corpses.

With a thought, he pointed towards Yaoyue from a distance. "Kill her!"

RUMBLE—

The army of corpses, without hesitation, advanced towards Yaoyue like a tide.

Yaoyue was both startled and enraged, shouting, "Stop!"

But having lost the butterfly hair clip, the army of corpses no longer obeyed her commands at all.

They overwhelmed her like a torrent.

"Damn it!" Yaoyue fumed.

Her own army of corpses had become the enemy's means of attack!

Raising her fists, she continuously smashed one corpse puppet after another.

But smashing ten was no problem; a hundred was also manageable.

Could she, alone, fight endlessly?

No matter how strong her physical power, it had its limits.

Finally, after continuously smashing over a hundred corpse puppets, she gradually felt her strength wane.

Yet the corpse puppets were boundless.

For the first time, she experienced the despair of facing an army of corpses.

Jiang Fan seized the opportunity while she was exhausted.

Jiang Fan once again brought out the Five Magnetism Elemental Mountain.

Yaoyue's expression changed.

How could she dare to resist head-on any longer?

She immediately summoned the giant death energy figure, which sent the Five Magnetism Elemental Mountain flying.

But at this moment, Jiang Fan let out a low cry: "Nine-Headed Python! Kill her!"

ROAR—

Amidst the army of corpses, a hundred-zhang-tall beast with nine heads raised its massive head high.

When Yaoyue had retreated earlier, she had also ordered the Nine-Headed Python to return through the underground tunnel it had previously opened.

This was Yaoyue's most beloved corpse puppet. It was unique, and the only Demon Emperor-level puppet of the Demon Priest lineage.

Now, it all belonged to Jiang Fan!

CRASH, CRASH, CRASH—

The Nine-Headed Python extended its nine heads without hesitation, all simultaneously striking Yaoyue.

This made Yaoyue cry out in grief and rage, "That's my puppet!"

But the Nine-Headed Python showed no mercy.

Its nine heads broke through the death energy phantom around Yaoyue and slammed violently into her.

*Splat*—

The Nine-Headed Python's strength was between a perfected ninth-level Core Formation and a Demon Emperor.

How could Yaoyue possibly contend with that?

She was instantly sent flying several hundred zhang. Blood gushed from her mouth, staining her chest, and several bones in her body were broken.

But she was also exceptionally decisive.

Getting up without even glancing back, she activated her movement technique and sprinted frantically towards the demon territory's heartland.

Jiang Fan snorted coldly, "I'll let you taste what it's like to be chased with nowhere to run, neither to the sky nor into the earth!"

"Chase!" He leaped onto one of the Nine-Headed Python's heads and grandly led the army of corpses in pursuit.

Yaoyue endured her injuries and fled, gritting her teeth the whole way.

Seeing her run faster and faster, his army of corpses couldn't keep up.

Jiang Fan provoked her, "What kind of Demon Priest are you? From now on, you should be called the Shameless Priest!"

"When you hunted down a mere low-level Core Formation cultivator like me, you had to use Demon Emperor's essence blood. Now you're being chased by a mere low-level Core Formation cultivator like me, and you still have the audacity to run back to the demon race?"

"If you're not ashamed, the demon race certainly can't afford to lose face like this."

Upon hearing this, Yaoyue bristled with anger, turning her head and shouting furiously, "You're the shameless one!"

"Ask your conscience, are you still a low-level Core Formation cultivator?"

"Is there any low-level Core Formation cultivator like you under heaven?"

Taking advantage of the moment her speed slowed while she turned to speak,

Jiang Fan unceremoniously threw the Five Magnetism Elemental Mountain.

The phantom around Yaoyue's body tried to send it flying.

But because it had been scattered by the Nine-Headed Python just moments before, its power was not as strong as before.

The Five Magnetism Elemental Mountain crushed down, slamming heavily into her.

She let out a soft groan.

Yaoyue was sent flying again, her body covered in blood from the impact.

Yet her vitality was astonishingly robust.

With a roll, she awkwardly got back up and continued to run.

"She's not dead yet?" Jiang Fan had to admire how unbelievably strong the vitality of a ninth-level Core Formation demon race member was!

He tried his old trick again, provoking her with words:

"Yaoyue, if I were you, I'd stay and fight to my heart's content."

"If you go back to the demon race, you'll be subjected to their scorn and might even commit suicide out of shame."

"Why not fight to the death, kill them all, and die gloriously?"

Yaoyue had learned her lesson.

Enduring the intense pain in her body, she continued to run forward without a sound.

It wouldn't be long before she could rendezvous with the demon beast army.

By then, she would make Jiang Fan pay!

Seeing this tactic wasn't working, Jiang Fan changed his approach, softening his tone:

"Yaoyue, stop for a moment. Let's have a good talk."

"If this continues, you won't escape death."

"I'll give you a way out: come back with me to human territory."

"You're a Demon Priest, and we humans certainly won't do anything to you."

"Besides, you're so beautiful—you have a pretty face, a good figure, and long legs. I'm sure someone will take pity on you and intercede on your behalf."

"Then, you can marry a desirable man and live happily ever after among our human race."

"Isn't that better than spending your whole life in the harsh, desolate lands of the demon race?"

Yaoyue sneered.

This bastard!

He still wanted to trick her into stopping?

If she believed that nonsense, he would kill her with swift and thunderous force.

She laughed angrily without turning her head: "Marry one of your humans?"

"Dream on!"

Jiang Fan's expression darkened.

Seeing that his opponent wasn't falling for it, he had nothing more to say.

Controlling the army of corpses, he pursued her relentlessly.

At this moment,

seven mysterious human figures, wearing star-and-moon patterned masks and black robes,

approached, treading on falling snow.

This was none other than the seven-person team from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, led by Jian Linyuan.

Their gazes were solemn, and they moved with urgency. It seemed there was some great danger behind them.

Suddenly, Jian Linyuan abruptly stopped, gazing deeply ahead with a hint of despair in his eyes.

He let out a long sigh and said:

"Junior brothers and sisters,"

"We are going to perish here."

"It's my fault, your senior brother, for leading you rashly deep into the demon territory."