Chapter 220: 211. Chapter 211: Yin Corpse

211. Chapter 211: Yin Corpse

A strange, chilling laugh echoed over the ruins of Wangmen Community.

Liu Yan's figure had vanished.

On the spot, the corpse of a Spirit Perception cultivator still lay on the ground, bleeding profusely; this sight intensified the pressure on everyone present, for under these conditions, anyone could be attacked again by Liu Yan, and no Spirit Perception cultivator could guarantee survival against an assault like the one just witnessed.

At this moment, everyone's spiritual sense was warning them, as if they would be attacked in the next instant, yet they could not pinpoint the direction of the attack.

Under these circumstances, the more sensitive one's spiritual sense, the more agonized they became, as if plagued by paranoia, their minds tightly strung, their bodies involuntarily performing inexplicable instinctive actions.

Some kept spinning around wildly, yet behind them was empty space—nothing at all.

Others instinctively struck at a direction where no enemy existed, only air.

At this point, no one knew whether to trust their eyes or their spiritual sense, but one thing was certain: danger was near, and anyone could be attacked, so they could only rely on their spiritual sense—even if it meant acting strangely.

"Sister Lin, stay calm, don't be overly sensitive—we haven't seen Liu Yan show herself yet," Li Yi said.

Lin Yue was now suffering the same affliction as everyone else, instinctively swinging her fist at the empty air behind her, but every punch missed—she found no enemy.

"My spiritual sense is being disrupted—not just mine, everyone's. Damn it, how is that thing even doing this?" Lin Yue gritted her teeth, struggling to control herself.

Li Yi was not a Spirit Perception cultivator, so his senses weren't as sharp; though his intuition warned him, it hadn't reached the point of paranoia, so his state was actually the best right now—but he still didn't dare let his guard down, circulating his blood qi, gathering his protective aura, ready to strike at any moment.

The strange laughter continued to echo; Liu Yan's form remained invisible.

Even the eyes of Evolved beings couldn't discern her presence.

Precisely because this scene defied understanding, everyone was helpless.

"We must find a way to force that damn thing to reveal itself, or we'll all be slowly worn down here," Zhang Lei barked.

"Easy to say—right now we don't even know where she is, let alone have a target to strike. What can we do?" Gu Mengping snapped, furious: "One Spirit Perception expert is already dead. Another attack could kill another."

"Then wait for her to strike, and all of us use Eye of Perception at once. If we can disrupt her for even a few seconds, Father Pete can shoot her dead." Zhang Lei proposed, quickly formulating a plan.

"Fine, let's do it," Li Shaoqing agreed immediately.

Other cultivators also nodded in agreement.

With a plan settled, all that remained was waiting for her to strike; everyone silently prayed they wouldn't be the next target.

As each second passed,

Though only a minute and change had elapsed, the group felt as if years had dragged by—if this continued, their minds would truly break.

And then, at that moment,

The strange laughter abruptly ceased, and a figure suddenly appeared behind Yu Chuan, the Spirit Perception cultivator—its emergence was utterly without warning, as if materializing from thin air.

At that instant, Yu Chuan's spiritual sense warned him again; even without turning, he felt a chilling presence at his back.

He dodged instinctively.

The next moment,

A palm covered in corpse spots slashed across Yu Chuan's body, tearing away a chunk of crimson flesh; blood sprayed out—had he been a fraction slower, his fate would have matched the previous Spirit Perception expert's: his heart ripped out.

Even so, the blow left him critically wounded, collapsed on the ground, unable to continue fighting.

Eye of Perception!

Seizing that instant, all Spirit Perception experts activated the Eye of Perception technique; the dim surroundings instantly brightened.

With all of them acting in unison, this combined Eye of Perception was enough to briefly stun a transcendent creature; Zhang Lei never expected Eye of Perception alone to defeat Liu Yan—just a second's delay would be enough.

In the instant the white light flared,

Bang!

Father Pete fired. As a top-tier sniper, he wouldn't wait for Eye of Perception to take effect—he had to synchronize his shot to minimize the attack window.

Yet everyone was stunned.

The combined Eye of Perception from all Spirit Perception experts had zero effect on Liu Yan—her eerie eyes still locked onto everyone, and she moved sideways half a meter in a single fluid dodge.

The bullet whizzed past—missed again.

Father Pete's lethal shot still failed to land.

"Damn it!" Everyone's fury surged.

Liu Yan's strange laughter echoed again; she seemed to be taunting them, her form vanishing once more.

But in that very instant,

A wave of heat rushed toward them—Li Yi's figure suddenly erupted from nowhere, his aura swirling like a storm, his blood qi rising like smoke from a wolf's den, then he slammed a fist into empty air.

Fist aura exploded, divine power thundered.

The air itself seemed to tear apart.

Thunderclap Fist!

Unleashing his killing technique, Li Yi roared, giving nothing back, attempting to use his Qigong-level evolved blood qi to generate fist aura and force the enemy into the open.

Seeing Li Yi strike empty air, everyone understood—even such a powerful attack was useless if it didn't land.

But when Li Yi's fist aura dispersed,

Something unexpected happened.

Nearby, a cold, shadowy figure was jolted into visibility by the shockwave—once again captured in everyone's sight.

It worked?

Everyone froze.

Why could Li Yi's attack force her to reveal herself?

"I knew it—my blood qi fist aura is the bane of your ghostly things," Li Yi sneered, clenching his fist. Back in the Four Seas and Eight Zones, Qigong-level martial artists' blood qi could battle Yin Spirits and strike invisible entities.

Though Liu Yan wasn't from the Four Seas and Eight Zones, her form was ghostly—blood qi fist aura should still work.

Clearly, his fist aura had broken her concealment technique.

"Again."

Li Yi roared, his body surging forward, the ground exploding beneath him as he flew through the air, fist aura surging like a tidal wave, striking toward the now-visible Liu Yan.

Liu Yan's eerie eyes fixed on Li Yi, she shifted back, vanishing once more.

But when Li Yi struck empty air again, his blood qi fist aura spreading outward, the vanished Liu Yan reappeared before them.

"This ghost woman's concealment is broken—attack together!" Zhang Lei wouldn't let this chance slip—he roared and charged forward, his massive frame lunging.

The others no longer hesitated; they surged forward in unison.

Li Shaoqing's eyes glowed—he activated Divine Step again, his body moving faster than thought, vanishing from sight, then reappearing beside Liu Yan, his palm blazing with brilliant light, the light coalescing into a blade-like form.

Clearly, he understood Guidance Technique, and had concentrated his bodily energy into a single point.

But his Guidance Technique wasn't as refined as Yang Yi's—the gathered energy hadn't formed a true weapon, lacked sharpness.

But it didn't matter.

Spirit Perception-level power, combined with Guidance energy, and his own Divine Step, was enough to dominate the cultivation circles of Tianchang City.

Liu Yan's head snapped around, her pale face still twisted in that strange smile; her corpse-spotted hand formed a peculiar seal, and suddenly Li Shaoqing, rushing in, was frozen in place—unable to move. His blazing palm halted less than ten centimeters from his chest.

"How is this possible?" Though his body was locked, his mind remained clear—he could still think.

But he still couldn't comprehend this.

As he was immobilized, Liu Yan's other hand—its nails blackened and gleaming like metal—shot forward like a blade, piercing straight toward Li Shaoqing's chest.

Spiritual sense screamed in warning.

Li Shaoqing smelled death.

He knew if this struck, he'd die instantly.

But the other Spirit Perception experts wouldn't let Liu Yan kill again—Lin Yue, closest by, lunged first; her entire body's energy condensed, her fist flying past Li Shaoqing to intercept that icy palm.

Bang!

Fist energy exploded.

Yet Liu Yan didn't recoil—instead, Lin Yue grunted, blood spraying out.

In this clash, she gained no advantage; instead, those sharp nails had pierced through her bones, nearly severing her arm—clearly, Liu Yan's bodily evolution far surpassed Lin Yue's, her physical stats unimaginably strong.

Liu Yan still intended to strike again, but Zhang Lei, Gu Mengping, and other Spirit Perception experts had already closed in.

Facing the assault, Liu Yan's pale face still wore that strange smile—no fear, only turning to meet the others.

Liu Yan didn't just wield strange arts—she understood martial arts.

Every movement unleashed deadly strikes; as she fought, black mist spread, thick with the stench of decay.

Zhang Lei took the first blow—spat blood, flew backward.

Gu Mengping fared slightly better, barely dodging one attack, sweat pouring, forced to retreat.

Father Pete swung his sniper rifle like a club, smashing it into Liu Yan—but it struck like iron; she didn't budge, and the impact shattered his grip, sending the rifle flying from his hands.

Other Spirit Perception experts fared no better—either wounded or their attacks useless.

Liu Yan's body was like a zombie—impervious to blades and bullets, nearly immune to Spirit Perception techniques, unless struck by a sniper round.

But Liu Yan could dodge bullets too—the chance of a hit was extremely low.

Li Yi watched as everyone was defeated in one exchange—he froze.

He'd forced his blood qi to erupt, revealing her to give everyone a chance to attack—and this was the result?

That evil coin's lingering resentment never said Liu Yan's body would be this strong.

"Oh my, oh my, I never imagined—he used Corpse Cultivation to turn this woman into a Yin Corpse. At night, a Yin Corpse is invulnerable and can vanish; only in daylight does its defense weaken and concealment fail."

Suddenly,

The lingering resentment embedded in the coin surfaced in Li Yi's mind, speaking these words.

"There are rules like that? Can't fight at night, only in daylight? Fuck, you evil bastard should've told me sooner!"

"See, you're still so impatient," the coin's resentment said. "Didn't I just appear to guide you? Don't fight the Yin Corpse head-on—use that Hanging Spear you obtained. Strike the spirit out of the corpse. If you can't, then just wait until dawn."

"Beware its Paralyzing Technique—just now that hand seal was casting the Paralyzing Technique; though it's a minor spell, it's more than enough to handle you mortals with fleshly bodies."