Chapter 299: Soul Puppet Threads

In the darkness, corpse puppets wrapped in tattered black robes sprinted stiffly through the Yingxiong Muyuan.

Their footsteps were heavy and mechanical, accompanied by bursts of low sounds and clouds of dust; they had just awakened from death, and their bodies were not yet very agile.

Zhang Lingxue looked down at the ground, watching countless black shadows galloping past like wild beasts, and a trace of anger appeared in her eyes; the Corpse Speaker was truly bold, daring to desecrate the spirits of the heroes.

Oh, heroes, your remains should not be desecrated; let me, Zhang Lingxue, grant you your final release.

A sharp look appeared in Zhang Lingxue's eyes.

There was not a shred of vitality in the eyes of the corpse puppet; only cold, mechanical drive compelled it to constantly approach the figure in the air who shone like the scorching sun.

Suddenly, the corpse puppet accelerated violently and leaped into the air, its black robe flapping in the wind, its rotting hands reaching out, its hollow eye sockets appearing somewhat ferocious.

Zhang Lingxue smiled lightly, a smile like a spring breeze brushing over a lake or the morning sun first illuminating a valley, and the Guangming Nüshen Die beneath her feet radiated a milky-white, holy light.

The True Light Goddess butterfly is milky-white all over, possessing dazzlingly beautiful wings that seem to condense the brilliance of the sun.

The eyes of the Guangming Nüshen Die are bright and profound, revealing wisdom and power.

Its figure is light and elegant, and it sheds milky-white scales from its body.

It is said that it was originally a Pet Beast cultivated by the Light Goddess; once the Guangming Nüshen Die evolves into a True Light Goddess, a trace of Divinity is born within its body, and the power of its light-attribute skills becomes several times greater than before.

After observing the form of the True Light Goddess, the Myriad-Change Silkworm successfully mastered the Mimicry of the True Light Goddess.

A wisp of Divinity appeared within the body of the Myriad-Change Silkworm; possessing this wisp of Divinity, the Myriad-Change Silkworm could use higher-level light-attribute skills.

"Go, True Light Goddess, Sheng sheng guang zhao yao!"

The Guangming Nüshen Die flapped its wings, and six huge balls of light, bright as day, appeared in mid-air.

The moment these huge balls of light appeared, the entire gloomy cemetery was illuminated by the radiance.

The Corpse Speaker immediately cursed, "Shit!"

He felt a scorching temperature land on his body.

A large amount of black Qi emerged from the surface of his body; this feeling was like a vampire facing the sun.

The black Qi on his body writhed, forming a black mist that covered the Corpse Speaker.

The light balls shattered instantly in the air, and the light, like a spring breeze, fell upon the corpse puppets.

The black robes flapped in the wind, and the hollow eyes of the corpse puppets met the holy light.

The soft light instantly dissolved the coldness and stiffness of the corpse puppets.

At this moment, the movements of the corpse puppets came to an abrupt halt, as if frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, and their bodies turned into black ash.

The Corpse Speaker felt the connection between himself and the corpse puppets snap entirely, and he was so angry he gnashed his teeth.

To think he had been working himself to the bone digging here for so long, only to be wiped out in one go? What on earth had he been doing all night? It infuriated him; his lungs felt like they were going to explode! A nameless rage surged into his heart.

A look of madness appeared in the Corpse Speaker's eyes, and his teeth chattered.

He threw the Tiegao in his hand aside, abandoning it.

Countless black threads emerged from his ten fingers and plunged straight into the coffin before him.

The corpse puppets he had painstakingly selected had been destroyed in an instant, so he could only use the remains of the seventh-rank powerhouse before him to create a corpse puppet.

To ensure the remains could be successfully transformed into a corpse puppet.

The Corpse Speaker did not hesitate to take out a black stone shaped like a skull, which radiated a large amount of black Qi, from his Pet Beast Space.

This black stone was exactly the same as the Shenshen de zhouzhou that Ye Bai had once expelled from Dahui's body.

The Corpse Speaker bit his finger, and drops of black blood dripped onto the black stone.

Suddenly, black light flared, even suppressing the radiance on the Guangming Nüshen Die.

Chilling winds blew in, accompanied by ear-piercing screams.

When Ye Bai saw this black stone radiating the aura of the Death God, his pupils contracted sharply.

He recognized it at a glance; this was the Shenshen de zhouzhou.

This thing, which Ye Bai had once hated and loathed, had troubled Dahui for a long, long time.

Dahui had almost not survived it.

A moment later, Ye Bai secretly made a decision; he intended to kill the Corpse Speaker right here and take out the right-hand man of the Death God Society.

He could not let the people of the Death God Society know that Dahui was here with him.

Baichong had been killed by Ye Bai in this way before, and things had remained calm so far; it seemed the news had not been sent out.

Ye Bai calculated his own combat power.

Dahui, at the peak of the sixth rank, who could rival the seventh rank after bursting forth.

The Myriad-Change Silkworm, which could transform into a True Light Goddess or a Thunder Light butterfly.

And the Nether Wolf that devoured Souls.

As for the Sunflower Emperor, long before he left the Nantianmen Chengbao, he had directly sent a telepathic message to the Sunflower Emperor, telling it to use the Shennong Ginseng's burrowing skill to ambush near the Yingxiong Muyuan, while simultaneously splitting off a large number of Clones.

The Sunflower Emperor using Holy Light Illumination could transform the field into the place that most countered the Corpse Speaker.

With a master who possessed seventh-rank combat power by his side, and with the timing, location, and people all on his side, killing the Corpse Speaker should be a matter of course.

However, Ye Bai also knew through the system that the Corpse Speaker could sublimate to the extreme and temporarily break through to the eighth rank.

Moreover, the Blood Demon was still hiding underground, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey; if the Blood Demon discovered they were surrounding and killing the Corpse Speaker, would he come out to interfere?

After all, Xuemo Du Bo should understand the principle that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.

But what Ye Bai did not know was that Xuemo Du Bo was a man who was cautious to the extreme.

He was always famous for being careful and cautious, but he never expected that Jiao Mu Jiao would kill his Clone without saying a word.

So even if he knew the Corpse Speaker was being surrounded and killed, he would only hide far away.

As long as he summoned the Blood Demon God, it would be enough to turn the tables against the heavens.

"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, awaken from your slumber."

The Shenshen de zhouzhou turned into endless black Qi and sank into the tombstone.

The soil on the tombstone was trembling; in just a moment, a giant sword flashing with thunder split the tombstone in two.

A "giant" two meters tall, his entire body flashing with thunder, appeared.

His vacant eyes looked around, his consciousness gradually recovering.

"Strange, didn't I die back then?"

"Why have I revived again now, and what time is it?"

The thunder giant shook his head.

"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, a Tier 7 powerhouse who mastered the talent of manipulating thunder."

"If you hadn't guarded Nantianmen Fortress, you would have already been a powerhouse of a region by now."

"I have given you the chance to revive, turning you into my corpse puppet; go fight on the battlefield for me."

"Now, kill them all."

Before Thunder Sword Li Qinglei could react, countless black threads connected to Li Qinglei's body.

"Soul Puppet Thread."

Thunder Sword Li Qinglei's body began to move on its own.

He slammed toward Guangming Nüshen Die like a cannonball. Thunder coiled around the thunder sword, emitting a magnificent thunderous sound, like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger.

Just as the sharp thunder sword was about to pierce through Guangming Nüshen Die's body, a milky-white light shield appeared.

The thunder sword pierced the light shield, and the light shield dissipated like foam, but this had already bought enough time for Guangming Nüshen Die.

The six light orbs unfolded again, and the radiance of Sheng sheng guang zhao yao was scorching Li Qinglei's body.

However, Sheng sheng guang zhao yao seemed to have little effect on Li Qinglei.

Thunder God Armor resisted a portion of the light.

Taking this opportunity, Guangming Nüshen Die flew into the air, while Li Qinglei, lacking follow-up strength, fell from the sky and smashed heavily onto the ground.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, and Li Qinglei's two feet sank deep into the earth.

His vacant gaze fell on the tombstone not far away that he had split in half.

Aitu Li Qinglei zhi mu.

Right, I clearly remember that I had died.

Am I being revived by someone now? A look of surprise appeared on Thunder Sword's face; he was a corpse puppet meticulously refined by the Corpse Speaker, and naturally, he was different from ordinary corpse puppets.

His skin had a hint of elasticity.

Thunder Sword could feel that his blood had long since dried up, and he had no heartbeat or pulse.

It seemed he was a dead man, a dead man being controlled.

Holy Light descended from the sky; just as Li Qinglei intended to undo his Thunder God Armor and welcome death, a Weird rune appeared on the center of his brow.

This rune was like a whirlpool, and wisps of black energy emerged from the center of his brow.

"It's useless, it's useless; you are my most perfect work, a corpse puppet refined using a Tier 7 treasure—the Death God's Curse."

"That kind of treasure makes even me feel heartache and pain; you have only just awakened your consciousness."

"But your body is still controlled by me."

"You cannot resist my orders."

"My Soul Puppet Thread cannot be undone, unless I die."

"I also did not expect that your Soul had not yet ascended to heaven, and had actually remained in your corpse."

"I missed the Eternal Diva, but I obtained you."

"As long as I invest more resources into you, you will sooner or later become the strongest corpse puppet in my hands."

The Corpse Speaker laughed with a cackle.

Li Qinglei was furious; just as he wanted to resist, a pressure from 【the Death God】 suppressed Li Qinglei's Soul.

His body moved involuntarily.

Ye Bai saw through True Sight Eye that at the end of the Soul Puppet Thread was an illusory Death God.

The Death God wore a black hooded robe, and a white skull shape appeared under the hood.

It also held a black scythe in its hand.

"Li Qinglei, kill them for me."

"With your Thunder Sword title, killing these two people takes no effort at all."

"Do not disappoint me."

"Sigh, the fruits of a busy day have been wiped out in one go."

"You people have caused me to gain nothing."

"Being turned into works of art is your true destination."

The Corpse Speaker said viciously.

His ability was that the more corpse puppets he produced, the stronger his strength would be.

This was the formidable aspect of a Puppeteer.

Moreover, a Puppeteer could maintain seventy percent of a corpse's combat power.

If a corpse puppet was meticulously cultivated through various treasures and medicinal herbs, the combat power of these corpse puppets could even maintain ninety percent of their combat power from when they were alive.

Not all Pet Beast Masters rely on Pet Beasts to fight; there are also many Pet Beast Masters who have developed their own physical bodies to the extreme.

They can resist Exotic Beasts by relying on their physical bodies alone.

For example, tanks, for example, Thunder Sword Li Qinglei.

Just as Li Qinglei was about to continue his attack, Dahui, whose entire body was coiled with thunder, appeared.

It brandished the Thunder God Axe in its hand and slashed heavily toward Li Qinglei's direction.

"Good fellow, an Exotic Beast that has comprehended the Thunder God Armor just like me."

Li Qinglei raised the thunder sword in his hand and initiated an Impact.

The thunder sword is actually Li Qinglei's equipment-type Pet Beast, and its power is slightly weaker than the Thunder God Axe.

However, under the enhancement of Li Qinglei's talent, the thunder sword was wrapped in thunder, and he swung it heavily in the direction of Dahui.

The thunder sword Li Qinglei and Dahui engaged in combat in the vast sky; both sides had an imposing aura, and Thunder Light shone, like two world-destroying Thunder Gods chasing each other in the air.

The thunder sword Li Qinglei was like a god of thunder; he swung the thunder-wrapped sword forward fiercely, the Thunder Light brilliant and unstoppable, transforming into a thunder dragon that charged toward Dahui with supreme majesty.

Dahui's figure was enormous, its body like a mountain, clad in the Thunder God Armor; it smashed a Heavy Punch down at the manifested thunder dragon.

A sound of breaking through the air appeared; the thunder dragon was actually shattered in a single blow, and the force of the punch struck the ground, causing the earth to shake and mountains to sway, with soil and stones flying everywhere it passed.

The thunder sword Li Qinglei dodged Dahui's Heavy Punch, stood steadily high in the sky, and the thunder condensed once more, emitting a loud noise as it transformed into countless silvery-white arcs that struck heavily at Dahui.

Dahui roared and charged toward the thunder sword Li Qinglei; its fists were wrapped in thunder, and its punch techniques were swift and fierce, changing incessantly like a rainstorm.

The thunder sword Li Qinglei's figure was like electricity, dodging and turning; his figure was a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky, and a streak of Thunder Light struck toward Dahui.

The two sides took turns using their moves, their speed so fast it was dazzling.

The thunder sword Li Qinglei's movement technique broke through the air like lightning, and the thunder sword moved in wide, sweeping motions, every move being extremely rigid and fierce.

Dahui's punch techniques were like a landslide or a tsunami, the sound of the Impact deafening.

It has been a long time since I've fought this enjoyably.

Although the thunder sword was a Tier 7 powerhouse during his lifetime, he had just been revived by the Corpse Speaker, so his strength was greatly discounted.

His current strength is roughly at the peak of Tier 6, which is enough to stand on equal footing with Dahui.

The Corpse Speaker watched the thunder sword and Dahui fighting together, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze toward Zhang Lingxue was filled with greed.

"My muse, I truly cannot wait to turn you into my possession."

The Corpse Speaker's Soul Puppet Thread went straight into the ground, and four exquisitely crafted coffins emerged from the earth.

Inside the coffins were the works of art the Corpse Speaker took pride in.

Only a few bangs were heard as the coffin lids were opened one after another.

(End of this chapter)