"What is Corpse Transformation?" Lu Shuling looked at Si Yao with a face full of doubt.
Si Yao instinctively swallowed and said shakily, "It is cultivating a certain evil cultivation technique that turns the body into a zombie, greatly enhancing combat ability."
"But unlike a zombie, he retains his intelligence!"
"However, once transford, he will remain in this form forever, unable to return to his normal human form!"
Upon hearing this.
Everyone felt a chilling sensation run down their spines.
No one expected such an evil cultivation technique to exist in the world.
Even more surprising, Liu Yuansong actually beca a zombie.
For a mont.
Everyone simultaneously looked at Liu Yuansong, who was undergoing the Corpse Transformation.
His hair seed to co alive, wildly dancing in the fierce wind.
Each strand stiffened like a needle, reflecting a weird glow.
Liu Yuansong’s body was also swelling continuously, muscles bulging, his once well-fitting clothing tearing apart, revealing skin with various eerie runes and patterns erging.
These runes seed like ancient curses, exuding a haunting magic power, glimring with dark red light with his every breathe.
His hands beca gigantic and twisted, nails grew long like sharp sickles, shrouded in a black mist stemming from the Vengeful Spirits, as if a re wave could rip through space.
Eventually.
Liu Yuansong completed the Corpse Transformation process.
He stood three ters tall, eyes crimson, and emitted a terrifying aura.
This power blended with death, resentnt, and madness, making the surrounding air heavy and sticky, as if standing at the edge of Hell, suffocating and inducing fear.
"Die!"
Liu Yuansong uttered a hoarse sound and then leaped into the air, charging toward Xu Wendong.
Seeing Liu Yuansong’s lightning-fast approach, Xu Wendong’s eyes revealed a hint of tension, feeling a strong sense of crisis from Liu Yuansong.
With no ti to think further, he pinched the spell with both hands, invoking the Power of Reincarnation, intending to crush the opponent with it.
But he was shocked to discover.
Even the powerful and mysterious Power of Reincarnation had no effect on Liu Yuansong’s speed.
After a brief mont of shock.
Xu Wendong realized that zombies are entities beyond the Three Realms and Five Elents.
His thods couldn’t affect Liu Yuansong at all.
It had to be said.
This was truly a troubleso opponent!
Saying was slower than doing, he decisively put away his Dao Law and engaged Liu Yuansong in a simple yet pure hand-to-hand combat!
Xu Wendong moved like lightning, every muscle like a leopard ready to pounce, full of explosive force.
His fists were like cannonballs, accompanied by whistling winds as they crashed toward Liu Yuansong.
The wind of his punches seed tangible knives, slicing the surrounding air into transparent ripples, each punch aiming precisely at Liu Yuansong’s vital spots, carrying the power to shatter stars.
Liu Yuansong was like a giant dark mountain, standing immovable.
His corpse-transford body, muscles as hard as ancient rock and distinctly textured, every muscle rise seed like the earth’s ridges, containing infinite strength.
Facing Xu Wendong’s attacks, he neither dodged nor avoided, using his steel-like body to withstand them.
Each punch against the flesh produced a bell-like mighty sound, reverberating endlessly between heaven and earth.
At the point of impact, sparks flew, resembling brilliant fireworks blossoming in darkness, swiftly extinguishing thereafter.
"So strong!"
Xu Wendong was secretly startled.
Despite possessing the Ancient Sacred Body, making his physical combat nearly invincible, he felt intense oppression from Liu Yuansong at the mont.
Corpse-transford Liu Yuansong’s physical body was on par with his!
Without further thinking, Xu Wendong vanished like a ghost behind Liu Yuansong, his legs whirling like propellers, delivering an extrely fierce roundhouse kick toward Liu Yuansong’s nape.
This kick was alarmingly fast.
Leaving a blurred trace in the air, resembling a black lightning bolt.
Liu Yuansong seed to anticipate, quickly turning, his gigantic arm like a thick battering ram sweeping toward Xu Wendong’s legs.
If hit by this strike, Xu Wendong’s leg bones would shatter.
Yet Xu Wendong remained fearless in danger; he forcefully twisted his body mid-air, avoiding the deadly strike with an unnaturally contorted posture, while another foot, like a venomous dragon erging, fiercely struck Liu Yuansong’s chest.
Liu Yuansong’s massive body flew backward like a cannonball, knocking over a group of towering trees, which snapped like fragile reeds under his impact, wood splinters flying like a downpour of wood-colored snow.
Once Liu Yuansong stabilized himself, he let out an earth-shaking roar, a sound seemingly able to pierce through one’s eardrums.
With a fierce stomp, the ground instantly ford a massive pit, surrounding dirt and rocks spewing like a fountain.
He charged toward Xu Wendong like an enraged bull, every step making the earth tremble.
Upon nearing Xu Wendong, he leapt high, his whole body plumting toward Xu Wendong like a collapsing mountain.
His hands, like two giant Grim Reaper sickles, slashed rcilessly at Xu Wendong, black mist at his fingertips burning like black flas, full of death’s scent.
Xu Wendong’s gaze hardened, his feet rooted to the ground, waist exerting force, his body like a taut bow.
In the mont Liu Yuansong’s attack approached, he swung both fists upward to et Liu Yuansong’s hands.
This punch exchange was like a cosmic explosion, breathtaking.
Light and darkness erupted at the collision point, energy ripples spreading outward from them.
Wherever the ripples reached, the ground peeled layer after layer, resembling teor impacts.
Their figures flickered in the light and dust.
The battle’s fervor and violent aesthetics reached its peak at that mont.
Everyone watching held their breath, especially Shadow and Wang Tong, their eyes revealing an intense frenzy.
They could clearly see that Liu Yuansong, after Corpse Transformation, had a clear upper hand.
Conversely, Si Yao, Lu Shuling, Xue Yan, and others had somber expressions.
They knew Liu Yuansong was strong but didn’t expect such overwhelming power.
"Boom!"
Without warning.
A thunderous crash resounded.
Xu Wendong spat out a mouthful of blood, sent flying hundreds of ters by Liu Yuansong’s punch, his chest deeply dented, wrapped in black death aura, looking terribly tragic.
"You wield the Wood Elent Path, no matter how incredible your healing ability is, these injuries won’t heal quickly." Liu Yuansong’s blood-red eyes glared with a bloodlust glow.
"Die!"
Liu Yuansong roared, lunging at Xu Wendong again.
But at this crucial mont.
Zhen Jing stepped forward, longsword in hand, standing in front of Xu Wendong, eyes exuding unyielding resolve and astonishing battle spirit!
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