As the crowd approached, the old man fishing for corpses made a move. With a gentle lift of his fishing rod, the soil around the grave broke open, and a corpse was pulled out.
The corpse was extremely tall and obese, estimated to be 1.9 meters tall and weighing over 500 kilograms, resembling a large ball of flesh.
Yet, this very heavy corpse was lifted by the corpse fisherman with one hand, and with a gentle flick, the fishing line came loose, and the corpse stood steadily in place.
Just as everyone was puzzled, the next moment, the giant fleshy corpse suddenly opened its eyes. They were grayish-white eyes, filled with death.
He let out a superhuman roar and charged at the crowd.
Everyone was shocked.
"Could this strange ability be to control corpses?!" With Heijiji's exclamation, everyone's expressions grew even more grim.
Because this is a graveyard, full of corpses.
Moreover, they are all the corpses of elite human warriors from a hundred years ago.
Now, all they can do is pray that these corpses don't have the strength of those people from a hundred years ago; otherwise, they're doomed.
No one knows how powerful the spirit masters were a hundred years ago.
Soon, the 500-pound fat man rushed in front of the crowd. Although he was very bulky, he was not slow and covered the short distance of several dozen meters in an instant.
Faced with the enemy, the group naturally couldn't just sit and wait to die; Bai Qi was the first to make a move.
Because he was the fastest, his extreme speed ability activated, and he transformed into a ghostly afterimage as he rushed towards the fat man.
Whoosh!
The short sword at his waist slashed down swiftly, like a bolt of lightning.
The target of this attack was the fat man's neck, or more precisely, the excess fat on his neck, because he had no neck at all.
The fat man roared and stretched out his large, fat hand, intending to grab Bai Qi's knife, but Bai Qi's speed was far beyond what the fat man could match.
Just as the other person reached out, the blade was already slashing at their neck.
But the next second, something strange happened. The short knife, forged from the steel of the soul and filled with violent spirituality, actually sank deep into the fat man's neck.
It was as if it had been cut through mud.
"What!?" Bai Qi's expression changed. He didn't expect his knife to be useless. What kind of physique did this fat man have that he could actually wed the blade in his neck and hold it in place with his fat?
Clearly, this is the fat man's ability.
At this moment, the fat man's hand reached out to grab Bai Qi.
Bai Qi immediately tried to draw his sword to dodge, but the sword seemed to be clamped by iron clamps and he couldn't pull it out at all. Helpless, he had to give up the short sword and suddenly dodged, letting the fat man grab empty air.
"Weapons seem to have no effect on him! With such strength, he must be a third-tier Spirit Master!" Bai Qi said solemnly.
"Then use your fists!" Yang Ming roared, then charged at the fat man, his fist slamming out like a cannonball.
The punch landed directly on the fat man's stomach.
But then something strange happened: the other person's stomach suddenly caved in, completely engulfing Yang Ming's right arm.
Yang Ming was terrified and frantically tried to pull his arm out, but it was firmly clamped by the fat and he couldn't get it out at all.
Not only that, the fat man suddenly grabbed Yang Ming's waist with both hands and tried to stuff him into his stomach.
"Damn it!" Yang Ming was both shocked and furious. He quickly put the Corpse-Suppressing Bead into his mouth, and then half of his body was sucked into his stomach and tightly wrapped in fat.
At this moment, Blackie made his move.
"Since you can ignore physical attacks, then try the combination of ice and fire!"
She suddenly opened her fair, delicate hands; flames surged from her left hand, while a cold current appeared in her right.
Boom!
An ice and a fire bombarded the fat man's body, and a bizarre scene unfolded: half of the fat man's body was engulfed in flames, while the other half was covered in ice.
Of course, Yang Ming was also caught in the attack range, but he was unharmed thanks to the Corpse-Suppressing Bead. He even took advantage of the moment when the fat man was attacked to quickly pull himself out and hide far away.
"Big Blackie, this fat guy is in your hands now. Let him experience the taste of both ice and fire," Yang Ming said to Blackie with lingering fear.
Hei Jiji rolled her eyes, so angry she almost gave Yang Ming a "fire and ice" combo. She wasn't some clueless naive girl; to be precise, in today's internet-connected society, most naive girls you encounter are just pretending.
However, with a formidable enemy at hand, she has no choice but to engage in battle first, as only her abilities can currently harm the fat man.
Since the fat man was a corpse, he couldn't feel any pain. Even though his body was covered in ice and on fire, he still launched an attack on everyone with a stiff expression. Oil kept dripping from his body, making a sizzling sound, like roasting meat.
Blackie attacks from a distance, constantly dodging to create distance, and then continuously uses Ice and Fire Dual Heaven to gradually damage the fat man's body.
Fang Xiu kept his eyes fixed on the Corpse Fisher from beginning to end; the corpse was just an appetizer, the Corpse Fisher was the key.
Whoosh!
A strand of silver hair, bound with a scalpel, shot towards the corpse-fishing old man like a meteor.
However, the old man who fished for corpses remained unmoved and made no move whatsoever. Just as the scalpel was about to approach, the soil beneath his feet suddenly rose up, transforming into a high wall that blocked the scalpel.
Then the fishing rod was swung, and the hook fell into another grave. The old man fishing for corpses gave it a gentle tug, and yet another corpse appeared in the scene.
She was a woman with long, flowing hair. Even in coarse linen clothes, her delicate features were still evident, though her skin had a deathly pallor.
Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, revealing a pair of grayish-white eyes filled with death.
She stared intently at the crowd, then began to bleed from her seven orifices. Crimson, foul-smelling blood flowed from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, making her look indescribably gruesome, like a monstrous creature crawling out of hell.
As her blood flowed more and more, it began to evaporate, much like water evaporating into steam. Her blood turned into a blood mist, spreading outwards and enveloping her completely.
As the blood mist approached the group, a stinging sensation ran through their skin, accompanied by a sizzling sound.
Everyone's expression changed drastically: "The blood mist is poisonous."
Bai Qi suddenly dodged, avoiding the attack range of the blood mist.
Yang Ming, on the other hand, relied on the Corpse-Suppressing Pearl to overcome the difficulties.
"Leave her to me. You guys go deal with that weirdo. We can't let it fish for corpses anymore!"
(late)
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