Just as everyone was being held back by Wei Xin, Lu Ziming had already raised his long sword with a sinister grin on his face.
"Kid, you've wasted so much of my spiritual energy. Now, if you agree to owe me five million, I might consider sparing your life."
Yang Ming spat out a mouthful of blood with a fierce look in his eyes: "Go to hell!"
Lu Ziming's face immediately fell: "Then you can just die."
Just as he raised his longsword high, intending to sever Yang Ming's head, a soft murmur rang out.
"Wife."
The next moment, a stunning figure appeared out of thin air, with a perfect figure, long legs, bare jade feet, and a snow-white short dress.
His wife drifted toward Lu Ziming like a ghost.
Lu Ziming did not dodge. He did not sense any strong aura from his wife. He could defend against this kind of person with just his spiritual light.
So he continued to raise his longsword, intending to deal with Yang Ming first.
But just as the longsword was about to strike, his wife arrived.
Her fair, jade-like hand was gently raised and lightly brushed across the air.
Lu Ziming's movements stopped abruptly as a sharp pain struck him. He looked down in disbelief and saw a deep, bone-deep wound on his chest, exposing his white bones and gushing blood.
His supposed spiritual light was practically useless.
"This... how is this possible!?"
His wife didn't give him a chance to react and continued her attack.
Lu Ziming was terrified and retreated rapidly.
The next moment, an invisible wave surged from his neck.
He desperately summoned his Mind Light to defend against the attack, but it was all in vain. His fifth-tier Mind Light was as fragile as paper and could not withstand his wife's attack at all.
Blood gushed out from Lu Ziming's neck instantly.
He was utterly horrified.
He had never encountered such a bizarre attack before, and was completely unable to defend against it.
Although Lu Ziming was injured one after another, he was, after all, a fifth-level Spirit Master, and mere fatal wounds could not cause him much harm.
As the light of his soul surged, his wounds began to heal slowly.
But for a moment he didn't dare to make a move, clearly intimidated by his wife.
At this moment, he finally understood that Fang Xiu was able to become the captain with his third-tier strength because of this female ghost.
Such a bizarre attack, capable of penetrating the light of the mind, is virtually impossible to defend against.
"Heaven and earth... still borrow strength!!"
Yang Ming let out a low growl; his wife's attack had given him a chance to catch his breath.
He gulped down a mouthful of the jar of corpse fluid and stood up again.
Golden light flashed on his fists, as dazzling as the sun.
"die!!"
Yang Ming leaped high into the air, and a violent fist imprint descended from the sky, like the sun falling to earth.
His wife's ghostly figure attacked simultaneously, her delicate white hands manipulating the air as if playing the piano, unleashing one invisible attack after another, like a dense gust of wind, frantically slicing through Lu Ziming's body.
Lu Ziming's eyes widened in horror as he sensed a life-or-death crisis. He roared, "Cloud Sword Force!"
The long sword sliced through the sky, creating a painting in the void.
boom!
A breathtaking scene unfolded: the clouds in the sky seemed to explode, and countless raindrops formed from sword energy poured down like a silver river.
It gives the feeling that a sword has pierced a hole in the sky.
Yang Ming's fist imprint, which resembled a blazing sun, was instantly wiped out.
But his wife's body was not affected in the slightest; the rain of sword energy could not hinder her in the slightest.
Countless fierce attacks were unleashed from her hands.
The next moment, swish swish swish!
Countless wounds appeared all over Lu Ziming's body, and he was covered in blood, turning into a blood-soaked figure.
However, Lu Ziming, who was seriously injured behind him, kept laughing wildly.
"Hahaha... I understand now. Although this female ghost can penetrate the light of the mind, her destructive power is limited and she can't kill me at all!"
He was indeed a veteran of many years of fighting in the burial grounds, with a wealth of combat experience. After just a few moves, he discerned his wife's abilities.
"Boss, save me!" Wei Xin suddenly screamed.
The combined power of the crowd had riddled him with holes. If he weren't a zombie, any other fourth-tier cultivator would have been dead long ago.
"snort!"
Lu Ziming snorted coldly and swung his sword.
"Fire Sword Stance!"
The violent sword energy roared like flames, its momentum like fire, burning away all directions.
The crowd's eyes lit up with fire, as if they were in a furnace, their bodies being scorched.
boom!
As the fiery sword energy exploded, everyone was instantly blasted away, coughing up blood and suffering severe injuries.
At this point, Fang Xiu was the only one left standing in the arena.
Despite such a disadvantage, Fang Xiu remained calm and composed.
Lu Ziming revealed a cruel smile: "Captain Fang, if you are willing to owe me ten million ghost money and kneel down to beg for mercy, perhaps I can consider sparing your life."
Fang Xiu seemed not to hear, but calmly looked at the gloomy sky in the distance and said something that left Lu Ziming completely confused.
"It's almost time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange buzzing sound suddenly rang out from the distant sky.
Upon hearing the buzzing sound, Lu Ziming's expression changed instantly.
"Oh no! It's getting dark!"
In the distance, countless, almost endless, strange snakes and insects flew in from the sky, including several B-level and even A-level strange creatures.
The sky turned black in an instant.
Lu Ziming instantly felt the urge to retreat; he had already wasted a lot of spiritual energy and couldn't afford to waste any more.
As long as Fang Xiu and the others are left in the strange tide, they will surely die, and there is no need for me to take action.
Just as he was about to leave, Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out in the room.
"Pain manifested—Gluttony!"
boom!
Countless indescribable murmurs instantly filled the arena, and an aura like that of a god slowly spread out. A mountain range made of rotting flesh rose slowly from beneath Fang Xiu's feet.
In an instant, Fang Xiu, supported by the Taotie, stood tall in the sky, overlooking the world.
The moment Lu Ziming saw the Taotie, his mind was shaken. He felt as if he had seen the end of the world, the end of the universe, and the incomprehensible unknown.
"What...what is this?!" he roared in disbelief, unable to believe his eyes.
He had been in the burial ground for so many years and had seen many S-level monsters, even those above S-level, but he had never seen anything as bizarre as Taotie.
Just one glance was enough to make me feel mentally broken, and I couldn't muster any thought of resistance.
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