The last sound was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhang Mu's heart, and the intuition of crisis disappeared instantly.

But Zhang Mu knew clearly that it was not because the crisis had disappeared, but because it had risen to a level that he could not predict.

How come the fight never ends?

Zhang Mu had tried various methods just now, even rushing forward himself, but it was of no use at all.

The illusion of the tomb blood was still an illusion, and its aura had not changed at all. This was the strangest thing for Zhang Mu. He could clearly sense that although the ritual was going on, the mental power of the tomb blood illusion had not increased.

Out of sensitivity to the crisis, he had to stop the attack and quickly left Muxue's side.

Now that the sense of crisis had suddenly disappeared, Zhang Mu recalled the chanting-like voice of the Tomb Blood Lama and the muffled response of his Corpse Puppet Army, and suddenly came up with a possibility that he himself felt was extremely absurd.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

After a moment of silence, one of the corpse puppets in the corpse puppet army suddenly stopped moving. A white beam of light quickly shot out from the top of its head and returned to its body as if summoned by the tomb blood illusion.

Muxue's mental power instantly grew a little stronger.

"Don't let him finish this!"

Zhang Mu shouted this sentence subconsciously, but everyone had no ability to stop the corpse puppet on the opposite side.

Those corpse puppets had already given up the fight, but apart from Zhang Mu, only a few second-level spiritual evolvers still had the strength to move. The others were all stunned in place by the mental pressure that Muxue unintentionally released.

They had never seen such a strange scene before. It was as if the end of the world had come again. Even without the spiritual pressure of Tomb Blood, most people's legs were weak.

After Zhang Mu roared out those words, the tops of the heads of nearly two thousand corpse puppets flashed white light at the same time.

White beams of light shot up into the sky. Zhang Mu wanted to attack them with his mental power, but he couldn't stop them at all!

Compared with their flexible movements, Zhang Mu's mental attacks seemed rigid and clumsy.

Almost at the same time, all the white beams poured into Muxue's body, just like blowing up a balloon, completely expanding the illusion.

At this time, the tomb blood looked extremely hideous, with his facial features and body becoming swollen.

Come, those white beams of light were running around unruly in his body.

But he said a few words in a low voice, and the white beams of light gradually calmed down and surrendered to Muxue's body. The abnormalities on his body gradually disappeared, and finally even his eyes returned to normal.

Zhang Mu took a deep breath, and the calmness on his face could no longer be maintained.

He finally knew what these familiar white beams of light were.

He originally thought that these white light beams were the spiritual power dispersed by the tomb blood, and he was just taking them back. However, when he realized the soul nature of those white light beams, he knew he was wrong.

And it’s so wrong!

It was already incredible that there was spiritual power hidden among the two thousand corpse puppets, but what Tomb Blood did far exceeded the worst case scenario Zhang Mu had expected.

What he hid in the bodies of the corpse puppet army was not its spiritual power at all.

These densely packed white beams of light are his soul!

He actually split his soul into more than two thousand pieces!

Without the support of souls, the corpse puppets, which had become mere shells, fell to the ground one after another, their bodies rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The corpse puppets made by the Thirteen Eras agent merchants did not seem to store the soul of Tomb Blood. After Tomb Blood used mental pressure to intimidate most of the people, they quietly returned to their coffins and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the tomb blood illusion with surging aura in front of him, Zhang Mu suddenly felt powerless.

This is the deterrence of absolute power!

Peak of level three!

The huge gap between the early third stage and the peak third stage was actually directly crossed by Tomb Blood!

He had already used up all his resources to be promoted to the third level, and his accumulation was only enough to barely help him get promoted to the third level. It was thanks to the help of the relic that he did not have to comprehend an awakening ability on his own.

"Isn't it strange why he can have such power?"

A sudden mental transmission sounded in Zhang Mu's brain. It was the voice of the War Horse King.

"Don't you know?"

Zhang Mu replied, and the voice of the War Horse King sounded again.

"He tore his soul apart and placed it in different bodies to nourish it. So you just saw

His power was not strong at first, but after returning all the souls, the power he possessed was immeasurable.

He has great courage and ambition.

Right now, he should be sorting out the soul fragments that have returned, so he can't spare any time."

"Can we take action against him now?" Zhang Mu asked quickly after hearing the analysis of the War Horse King.

"It's difficult. His mental pressure continues. Maybe only you and Hachimu can do some damage to him together, but not now. When the time comes, I will remind you."

The words of the War Horse King stirred up a storm in Zhang Mu's heart. He quickly asked, "Aren't you unwilling to help me? Why do you think of reminding me now?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't."

Facing Zhang Mu's question, the War Horse King's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

“Although I am loyal to the Khan, I don’t want to harm you humans, especially those in this land who may be the Khan’s descendants, so I rested in their horse training farm and helped them manage their wild war horses.

Otherwise, do you really think they can tame so many war horses by themselves?"

Zhang Mu seemed a little confused and continued to ask, "What is it?"

The War Horse King’s voice was also uncertain, “I don’t know either, it’s my deepest instinct that tells me that I can’t help humans, or else I’ll be in great trouble.

Reminding you is already a borderline offense, and directly helping you attack this half-corpse, half-human will immediately bring retribution."

Zhang Mu fell into silence. In this case, he could only wait quietly for the critical moment that the War Horse King mentioned.

At this time, no one knew where the Ginseng King had hidden. It seemed that he was extremely afraid of the Tomb Blood in its current state and was unwilling to stay any longer.

Ha Chimu shattered the third level spiritual space left by King Shen, escaped and returned to Zhang Mu.

After hearing Zhang Mu's mental transmission to him, he did not act rashly.

They were helpless and could only believe the words of the War Horse King unconditionally. This was their only last resort.

The two of them waited quietly for the critical moment that the War Horse King had mentioned.

After being promoted to the third level, they became extremely sensitive to danger and looked at each other.

If we can't stop the tomb blood, then humanity will be finished!

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(End of this chapter)