’Five Abyssal Guardians... manageable.’
Ace had already learned about the Corpse Clan’s defenses.
Although their Undead Souls hold powerful defenses, and once they acquired a corpse, their soul would be in a sealed state, those Undead Souls were not matched for a primordial cultivator who has a Universal Force Technique that could literally steal souls, sealed or not.
Simply put...
’I need another face!’ He thought coldly.
Ace shifted slightly within the spatial seam, locking onto the one standing closest to the chamber’s core and behind his squad mbers.
This Corpse Cultivator’s body was tall and lean, his skin pale to the point of translucence, with black corpse-veins, a signature of Corpse Cultivator, branching visibly across his neck and temples.
His aura was stable, restrained, and disciplined like a forged soldier in countless battles, but for Ace, he was going to be another persona!
At that mont, the Mirror Embryo within Ace’s knowledge sea stirred, but this ti, Ace didn’t rush.
The Vein-Carriage was already moving, its familiar sinking sensation returning as it began another layered descent. The Corpse Squad stood motionless, accustod to the sensation.
However, Ace waited for this precise mont before exiting the thief shelter, and instantly the silver glyphs around his pupils surfaced and pulsed faintly. The Grand Mirror Phantom Scripture activated!
A thin, translucent ripple slipped out from Ace’s gaze, bypassing flesh, corpse-vessel, and seal alike. It pierced directly into the target’s undead soul.
The Corpse Cultivator stiffened for the briefest instant, but no one noticed as Ace was very careful and swift.
However, inside the Corpse Cultivator’s true soul, chaos ensued as his Undead Soul convulsed as an invisible force seized it or simply tore it away from his refined body, and under his horrifying shock and struggle, dragging it into the Mirror Embryo!
There was no scream nor resistance within the Vein-Carriage as Ace successfully captured the Undead Soul before it descended like liquid silver, plunging into the embryonic mirror-heart.
Moreover, since this was Ace’s second ti through the process, he was swift, and the transformation was faster.
One of the mirror shards instantly wrapped around the Undead Soul, without discriminating whether it belonged to a living person or an undead race’s spawn.
Moreover, despite the Undead Soul’s relentless struggle and trying to use so of the desperate thods of the Corpse Race to retaliate, it failed in front of Ace’s darkness force as if encountering its bane!
Ace also felt it because, unlike living souls, Undead Souls seed to be oddly compliant once captured. Their resistance was minimal, as if the Grand Mirror Phantom Scripture was a natural predator to their existence.
The mirror shard began to reshape the Undead Soul, smoothly reconstructing the Corpse Cultivator’s appearance, aura, corpse-vessel resonance, and even the faint decay pattern unique to his cultivation.
At the sa ti, the Undead Soul’s consciousness perished as Ace felt the weight settle, turning the Undead Soul into a mirrored persona.
Ace’s eyes glinted faintly, for he could now beco a Corpse Cultivator, a perfect reflection.
However, unlike Clyde’s real body, the Corpse Cultivator’s vessel didn’t simply vanish; it turned back into a corpse.
It was also expected because this body didn’t actually belong to the Corpse Cultivator to begin with. But for Ace, it was an unexpected blunder that he hadn’t considered in his calculation.
The other four Corpse Cultivators finally noticed sothing wrong with one of their squad mbers because a Corpse Cultivator possesses a keen sense towards corpses, and when one of their mbers suddenly turned into a corpse, they would surely notice this promptly.
If instead of leaving behind a corpse, the body had vanished, Ace could’ve instantly beco the mirror persona of the Corpse Cultivator and taken his place before any of the other four squad mbers reacted.
Even if they had noticed sothing, Ace could simply think of myriad excuses with the help of Corpse Cultivator’s moires, but alas, it was too late now.
Moreover, at that mont, the Vein-Carriage trembled once more as it reached its destination, and the chamber slowly opened its jaws like doorways.
At that mont, Ace was frustrated, then his mind fell into icy calm again as his eyes flashed with killing intent. ’Well, I was planning on doing it within the Corpse Canyon, but I guess I can just do it and get back quickly!’
When the Corpse Cultivator looked behind, they were startled when they saw their squad mber suddenly turning into a corpse, and disbelief was written all over their faces.
"What!? Did he suddenly get devoured by his corpse vessel?" One of the Corpse Cultivators, an Abyssal Demon with long bat wings folded behind him, inquired in disbelief in his husky voice.
Another Corpse Cultivator who wore the corpse of a morphed abyssal beast, which appeared like a mutation between an eagle and earthworm, coldly stated, "What an utter disgrace! Who let this weakling even join the ’Great Corpse Carnival’! Report it back to the Headquarters. It’s good that he was devoured before we exited the Corpse Canyon, or it would’ve been extrely humiliating if we were to just die in front of those Evernight bastards!"
The other Corpse Cultivators eyes also turned deadly cold, and they nodded in agreent because they all completely agreed with their squad mbers.
After all, they all hate and abhor the Evernight Council to the core, and this was the first ti since they were suppressed and beca an ’Evernight Vessel’ that they got the chance to freely fight and kill anyone.
So, every mber of the Corpse Clan was extrely excited and filled with bloodlust, and the Corpse Clan even declared the Hunter’s Hunt as the ’Great Corpse Carnival’.
Everyone who was eligible to participate in the Great Corpse Carnival was a warrior of the Corpse Clan, not to ntion that if they still can’t kill the Evernight Council mbers despite being given the chance, they should just beco their slaves forever.
That’s why now that this Corpse Cultivator had devoured by his own corpse vessel, they felt nothing but disdain and loathing towards him.
"Hmph! Disgraceful wretch!"
The Abyssal Demon with bat wings sneered, and he was going to take out a talisman from his storage ring when he suddenly froze and looked down before his eyes widened with utter astonishnt and bewildernt, for there wasn’t any storage ring to begin with, but only an eerie symbol in its place!
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