The moment the emerald light fully took shape, Zhongli suddenly lowered his head and bit Jiang Chengye's neck.
Amidst the splattering blood, Zhongli raised his head and sprayed the blood he had sucked from Jiang Chengye's neck onto the emerald symbol.
"By blood, by spirit, in my name, I will not shirk life and death!"
Zhong Li recited the final incantation, then, with a smile, pressed her head against Jiang Chengye's back and slowly closed her eyes.
"Life after life, we will never be apart..."
Accompanied by words that were hard to decipher—whether of satisfaction or resentment—Zhongli's life force abruptly ceased without warning.
Boom!
As dark clouds and thunder rolled across the sky, the emerald green symbol, seemingly suddenly brought to life, surged into Jiang Chengye's body like a tide.
Jiang Chengye, who had been kneeling on the ground and was completely dead, suddenly straightened up.
His eyes remained closed, but in Shen Qian's perception, the life force within him began to revive at an incredible speed.
From the horizon, from the earth, and from unknown places in the surrounding space, thick black mist gathered, some of which entered Jiang Chengye's body, while the majority entered Zhongli's body.
Click!
As the black mist dissipated, Jiang Chengye seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, slowly standing up.
Throughout this process, Zhongli remained pressed tightly against Jiang Chengye's back, and twisted black runes appeared on her exposed, corpse-like body.
The talisman covered her entire body, and it also seemed to form a strange connection with Jiang Chengye, who had also absorbed the black mist.
"What kind of magic is this?"
This bizarre scene of death and resurrection caused everyone to turn pale.
"This is……"
Cheng Qingqing felt as if she had seen something similar before, and frowned, but couldn't remember where she had seen it.
As Shen Qian looked at Jiang Chengye carrying Zhongli's corpse, a familiar scene flashed through his mind.
That was in ancient times, on the battlefield of all races, when he fought against Ulan, who was known as the number one genius of the younger generation of all races. Ulan's trump card at the last moment was the corpse of a queen who was carried on his back...
This is a mysterious profession belonging to the witch clan.
"The corpse carrier!"
He blurted it out before he sank in.
Just as Shen Qian spoke, Jiang Chengye, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head and opened his dark, abyss-like eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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