Zane Wang clutched his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the blood corpse before him, his face full of horror!
No way! Watch this!
Leo Liu grabbed a talisman from Claire Liang, holding his peachwood sword and chanting, "Grand Supreme Elder Lord, teach me to slay ghosts—let my power manifest!"
As Leo Liu finished his chant, the talisman in his hand suddenly burst into flames.
He smeared the burning talisman onto his peachwood sword, and instantly, the whole blade glowed with fire.
Leo Liu stepped forward, pointing his flaming sword straight at the blood corpse's forehead.
The sword pierced straight through the blood corpse's skull.
The blood corpse paused for a split second. Just as Leo Liu's face lit up with hope, the corpse suddenly kicked him hard, sending Leo flying like a broken kite. He crashed to the ground, completely disheveled.
The blood corpse still had the flaming peachwood sword stuck in its head as it strode forward with huge steps.
How are these blood corpses so damn tough?!
Claire Liang rushed to help Leo Liu, her face pale as a sheet.
They'd raided a few tombs before and always thought they had some tricks up their sleeves. Usually, regular blood corpses were easy to take down.
But they'd never seen anything like this—no matter if you pierced the heart or smashed the brain, these blood corpses just wouldn't die!
"Roar!"
A blood corpse charged straight at Evan Lin.
"Watch out!"
Seeing the blood corpse rush Evan Lin, Zane Wang's expression changed and he shouted a warning.
Everyone's eyes locked onto Evan Lin.
In their eyes, the young man raised his hand ever so slightly.
Just one finger.