The eighth-tier Mutant Python King's speed was astonishing. With its body stretching over two hundred meters, it crossed several hundred meters in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Its massive, triangular head shot out like lightning, and the three eighth-tier L-Type Zombies at the front were sent flying with no chance to resist.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The giant tail, a blur in the air, whipped out with a piercing shriek.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
The three eighth-tier L-Type Zombies were instantly smashed into a rain of blood by the serpent’s tail, scattering through the sky.
Roar!
Corpse One’s furious roar echoed from the rooftop. The remaining zombies abandoned the other pythons and charged straight at the eighth-tier Mutant Python King.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deep, eerie light flashed in the Mutant Python King's copper-bell eyes. Its massive head darted and weaved, sending every zombie in its path flying. Meanwhile, six seventh-tier Mutant Pythons surged forward behind it, their tails whipping out like phantoms and smashing the airborne zombies into showers of blood.
Hiss!
The Mutant Python King let out an excited screech, suddenly rearing up and slamming its massive head directly toward the sixteenth-floor wall.
Get out of my way!
Corpse One roared, unleashing its full spiritual power without holding back.
Boom!
A tangible wave of spiritual power crashed out, slamming into the triangular head before it could hit the wall and sending it flying hundreds of meters away.
Rumble!
The giant python’s enormous body crashed straight through a building, bringing the whole structure down in a cloud of dust and burying eight mutant pythons beneath the rubble.
Is it dead?
Corpse One muttered to itself, its body shaking violently and nearly collapsing to the ground. That strike had blasted the mutant python hundreds of meters away, but Corpse One was left gravely wounded, almost unable to muster any spiritual power.
If that mutant python wasn't dead, it would be free to tear Corpse One apart.
Rumble!
A thunderous noise echoed from the collapsed building, and then the eighth-tier Mutant Python King crawled out from the rubble.
It shot Corpse One a venomous glare, let out a furious roar, and the mutant pythons still fighting the zombies suddenly retreated, forming a protective barrier around their king.
They're actually retreating!
Watching the eighth-tier Mutant Python King speed away under the protection of its followers, Corpse One could hardly believe it.
Inside the room.
Ian Song sat cross-legged on the floor, his mind fully immersed in his sea of consciousness, observing the changes in his sword embryo. After being tempered by 108 Dao-patterns, the sword embryo was more than eighty percent complete. Soon, it would condense into a true sword embryo.
Once the sword embryo is complete, it will nourish his spiritual power, allowing his depleted spiritual power to return to its peak.
Outside the room, Corpse One barely managed to muster the last thread of its spiritual power, recalling the remaining hundred-plus zombies back into the building. At the same time, it ordered an eighth-tier zombie to summon all its subordinate zombie armies to reinforce here.
After issuing its final command, Corpse One could hold out no longer—its massive body collapsed to the ground.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the rooftop, making Corpse One tense up.
Soon, a figure with an oversized head appeared.
Corpse One relaxed a little. "Corpse Two, you're back. Have you summoned your zombie army?"
"Of course not!"
Corpse Two said with a strange smile.
Corpse One's face changed slightly at those words. "Corpse Two, what do you mean by that?"
Heh heh!
Corpse Two let out a cold laugh. "With your intelligence, you should have figured it out by now!"
Corpse One's expression changed dramatically. Earlier it had only suspected Corpse Two of betraying their master, but now, it was certain—Corpse Two had turned traitor. This shocked it deeply: "Corpse Two, how dare you betray our master? You know that with just a thought, the master could kill you!"
A hint of pride appeared on Corpse Two's face as it spoke slowly: "Normally, I wouldn't dare betray any human. But now, I can sense his spiritual power is extremely weak. He can't even move a thought, let alone know what's happening outside!"
Hearing this, Corpse One, soul-linked with Ian Song, did sense that Ian's spiritual power was now very weak and unable to pay attention to them. Its face grew even more grim.
So, the eighth-tier Mutant Python King was lured here by you?
Corpse Two nodded. "That's right, I brought it here. Your attack may have seriously injured it, but it wouldn't have retreated if I hadn't intervened!"
Aren't you afraid the master will wake up and kill you?
I won't give him the chance to wake up! All right, since we're both of the same kind, I'm telling you all this. Now, I'll kill you and devour your crystal so I can break through to ninth tier. Once I reach ninth tier, I'll be able to break Ian Song's control and reverse the master-slave relationship—I'll make him my slave! Hahaha!
As it finished, Corpse Two couldn't help but laugh wildly and quickly stepped up to Corpse One.
Splurt!
Corpse Two's claw pierced Corpse One's skull, then extracted a crystal from within.
Inside the room.
Ian Song still sat cross-legged on the floor. In his sea of consciousness, the sword embryo was now ninety-five percent complete and would soon be fully formed.
Outside the room, Corpse Two tossed Corpse One's crystal into its mouth.
Immediately, a powerful aura burst forth from its body, and that aura continued to surge.
Boom!
Corpse Two felt the barrier within its body shatter, and its aura surged again, signifying it had officially advanced to a ninth-tier zombie.
Ian Song, just wait! Once I break that strange symbol, I'll come for you!
Corpse Two shouted coldly, condensing its spiritual power into a transparent short sword and slashing fiercely at the black symbol in the sea of consciousness.
Crack!
With a single slash, cracks appeared on the symbol.
Another slash.
Crack! Crack!
The cracks on the symbol widened; one more slash would shatter it completely.
Break for me!
Corpse Two let out an excited roar and slashed again. The black symbol instantly shattered.
Heh heh, I'm finally free!
A cold, sinister light flashed in Corpse Two's eyes, then it pushed open the door to Ian Song's closed room.
Inside, Ian Song sat cross-legged on the floor, his face deathly pale. In his sea of consciousness, the sword embryo was now ninety-nine percent complete—just one step away from being fully formed.
Seeing this, Corpse Two grinned ferociously. Its vast spiritual power erupted and, like an octopus, rapidly extended toward Ian Song, instantly invading his sea of consciousness to enslave his soul.
Haha, so his soul has become this weak!
Seeing that Ian Song's soul power was only half its normal strength, Corpse Two grew even more confident and instantly enveloped Ian Song's soul with its vast spiritual power.