Fang Xiu and Bai Qi naturally understood that they could no longer let the Corpse Fishing Old Man fish for corpses. No one knew, and no one wanted to know, the upper limit of the Corpse Fishing Old Man's ability to control corpses.
Once the other side can control all the corpses in the cemetery, even if the Bureau of Investigation headquarters comes, it will be useless.
The strong of the previous era versus the elites of this era—this era will inevitably lose.
Because the previous generation had already set foot on the other side to counterattack the strange lair, regardless of the outcome, the fact that they were able to set foot on the other side was already extraordinary.
It should be noted that even the thin gray mist in the graveyard can harm a third-tier spirit master, which means that a third-tier spirit master cannot reach the other side at all; if they do, they will die.
Judging from this, the powerful beings buried here were at least at the third rank or above. As for why they did not use their domains, it is probably related to the fact that they were corpses.
Since he's already dead, even if his body is manipulated, it's unlikely he'll be able to unleash the full power he had before he was born.
Whoosh!
Fang Xiu and Bai Qi transformed into two afterimages, attacking the Corpse Fishing Old Man from the left and right respectively.
Just as they were about to get close, a tall earthen wall suddenly rose up beneath their feet, blocking their path. The two kept changing directions, but the earthen wall kept rising and blocking their way.
Just then, the old man fishing for corpses struck again, casting his fishing hook toward a nearby grave.
Bang!
Another body was fished out.
He was a middle-aged farmer, somewhat hunched over, with deep wrinkles on his face, and holding a worn-out wood-chopping axe in his hand.
As soon as the peasant appeared, his eyes widened in fury, and he roared. Then, his veins bulged and his muscles swelled wildly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a monster of muscle, more than two meters tall. His face was no longer the honest and simple one he had before, but instead filled with anger and violence, as if he had gone berserk.
He roared and charged at Bai Qi, who was closest to him.
Bai Qi's eyes turned cold, and he slashed out with his short sword like lightning.
clang!
A loud metallic clang rang out.
Bai Qi felt an irresistible force strike him, and he was thrown into the air. However, he reacted very quickly and used his waist strength to twist his body and land safely in mid-air.
However, the blow still caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood was faintly flowing from the hand holding the short knife.
The pain ignited a fighting spirit in his eyes. He knew he couldn't match the strength of a farmer, but he was confident he could match anyone's speed.
Whoosh!
Bai Qi's figure split into three, creating three afterimages that attacked the farmer from three different directions.
The farmer had no time to defend himself; he managed to block one of the afterimages, while the remaining two afterimages slashed him, leaving two huge bloody gashes.
But the peasant, who was already a corpse, felt no pain at all. Instead, he roared repeatedly, his muscles bulging even more, and a faint blood-red color appeared on his body. He became stronger and faster.
The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Fang Xiu, by constantly changing his position and dodging the wall made of grave soil, got closer and closer to the Corpse Fishing Old Man.
He tried attacking the wall made of grave mounds, but the wall was so sturdy that even a scalpel couldn't penetrate it; he could only dodge.
Closer and closer!
Fang Xiu finally arrived in front of the Corpse Fishing Old Man, and his scalpel transformed into a silver lightning bolt, stabbing straight towards the old man's neck.
bite!
A crisp sound rang out.
The scalpel couldn't penetrate an inch into the old man's neck.
Fang Xiu frowned immediately, staring intently at the other person's neck, and was shocked to find that some grayish-white grave soil had fallen from the neck.
Could it be... that the corpse-fishing old man is made of grave soil?
Before he could figure it out, the corpse fisherman struck again, and in an instant, he fished out another corpse.
He was a young man in a Zhongshan suit, with an ordinary appearance, but he had a scholarly air about him, like a college student from the last era.
Suddenly, the young man opened his gray eyes, flicked his right hand, and a black fountain pen appeared in his hand. He gently removed the cap, revealing a sharp tip!
Fang Xiu ignored the young man, but keenly noticed that the Corpse Fishing Old Man had stopped fishing for corpses and was motionless, like a statue.
He already had a guess in his mind. It seemed that the other party was fishing for corpses based on the number of people. Was this the trial of the graveyard?
Each person is assigned a corpse as their opponent, and winning the battle is considered passing the level.
Just as Fang Xiu was pondering, the young man expressionlessly raised the pen in his hand and lunged at him like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.
The pen tip drew closer and closer, magnifying in my eyes as if it would pierce my eyeballs in the next second.
However, Fang Xiu simply tilted his head slightly and dodged the attack.
But something unexpected happened. Just as Fang Xiu dodged, the pen tip almost simultaneously changed direction and slashed at him again.
Whoosh!
A cut appeared on Fang Xiu's fair face, and bright red blood slowly flowed out.
However, the next second, a flash of light appeared, and the injury was healed.
He swiftly raised his scalpel and began to counterattack, clang clang clang...
A dense cacophony of metallic clanging sounds immediately filled the air around them.
Sensing the youth's tenacity, Fang Xiu didn't hesitate and immediately activated his Demon Blade. A violent and chaotic strange power surged into his body, causing his silver hair to dance wildly and his blood-red eyes to appear and disappear.
Blood Eye's attacks are ineffective against the dead, so he relies on the power of his scalpel and his unorthodox methods to fight his enemies.
The strange hairs, like countless venomous snakes, kept stabbing out, unleashing a storm of attacks.
Yet, he couldn't land a single blow on the young man in front of him. Although the man's strength and speed weren't particularly outstanding, Fang Xiu, who was starting to act strangely, was able to steadily suppress him.
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