Chapter 1736

After all, every Frenzied Corpse Ghost that died under her blade was chopped into pieces—one would be hacked several times.

But instantly killing several hundred at once was no problem at all.

And this was merely combat technique.

It was simply a matter of instant kills.

Besides Lianwu's instant kills, she also had the spiritual technique Half-Moon Slash.

Even ordinary attacks were devastating—after all, six slashes meant six times the damage.

Who could block it?

Of course Qi Yue had the capital to say such things.

It's just that her stamina was limited, and she was already burning through the medicines stored in her undergarments.

The pre-stored stamina medicines had lost a fair amount of effect, but she hadn't reached the preset quota yet—she could hold on a little longer.

"Lianwu."

Puff puff puff puff!

The corpses on the ground grew more and more numerous.

The more Qi Yue killed, the more she got into it.

"Qi Yue, leave half of the rest for me!"

A mature woman's voice rang out.

She didn't need to turn her head—just sensing that wave of heat told her Zhuang Ya had arrived.

But Qi Yue still turned her head and explained, "Okay Sister Zhuang Ya, I'm Tang Ruan."

Zhuang Ya looked at Qi Yue with some puzzlement, but she quickly realized it was the effect of the Flesh-Blood Wedding Dress.

"Alright, little Tang Ruan, leave this half for big sister!"

Blazing fire surged forth.

Zhuang Ya's Nine-Orifice Flowing Fire had already evolved into Fifteen-Orifice Flowing Fire.

Two pillars of fire shot straight out from her hands.

Seven great flames gushed from her five facial orifices.

Three tongues of fierce flame drilled out from the gaps in her undershirt.

Three tongues of fire swept out from beneath her red skirt.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Zhuang Ya seemed to have become a fire goddess descended to the mortal world; the flames exploded outward, nowhere left unscathed.

Over two hundred Frenzied Corpse Ghosts were immediately engulfed by the great fire, and the scent of char mingled with the sizzling of fat drifted out.

Heat was everywhere.

It was as if one had instantly arrived at high noon in summer.

The air was stifling—the oxygen was already insufficient.

"Aooo! Aooo!!"

"Aooo! Aooo!!"

"Aooo! Aooo!!!"

The Frenzied Corpse Ghosts, which originally possessed a certain roaring function, all seemed to have changed—transformed into beaten dogs capable only of howling.

They really were just howling.

Just like dogs with their paws stepped on, that was the only sound they could make.

It took only a few seconds.

Over two hundred Frenzied Corpse Ghosts all fled in every direction trailing charred smoke.

Only several dozen charred-black corpses remained, still giving off black smoke.

They ran?

The Frenzied Corpse Ghosts ran?

Do Frenzied Corpse Ghosts run too?

Qi Yue was a little stunned.

Zhuang Ya, however, said with some apology, "Sorry, Qi Yue, my Pain-Amplification Gene works on them too—I burned them all away."

"It's fine, Sister Zhuang Ya, but I'm Tang Ruan."

Qi Yue said, her words slurred, and only then did she notice that everywhere Zhuang Ya had passed was charred black.

Every enemy she walked past was charred black; along one path lay Frenzied Corpse Ghost corpses, blackened and oozing oil.

And in the distance there were still quite a few Frenzied Corpse Ghost figures roaring as they fled; judging by the distance of those figures, they had been running for quite a while.

It seemed that the moment the battle began, Zhuang Ya had already burned quite a few away.