Chapter 537: Resurrection of the Dried Corpse

The chilling voice swept past like a biting cold wind.

It made one's heart involuntarily brim with a sense of chill.

Before the voice had even faded.

The middle-aged man formed from black Qi suddenly extended his palm and pressed it toward Gu Xinran.

Although he was filled with hatred toward Wang Jianqiang for ruining his attempt to break free.

He also knew.

Between these two people, this woman posed a greater threat.

Therefore.

He targeted Gu Xinran as his primary attack objective without the slightest hesitation.

The moment his palm pressed out.

Rolling black Qi surged forth, transforming into a lifelike giant palm that struck toward Gu Xinran.

At the same time.

A strange luster flashed within his eyes.

Gu Xinran's spirit wavered for an instant, then immediately regained clarity.

"I was careless before, which is why I was controlled by you."

"You still want to control me now?"

"Dream on!"

Gu Xinran let out a cold snort and clapped her palms together.

Snap~

The crisp sound seemed to shake the space.

Starting from her.

The space suddenly began to twist, spreading forward until it finally collided with that giant black palm.

Boom!

Amidst a heaven-shaking roar.

The giant palm shattered.

A powerful force of recoil struck; Gu Xinran's face paled, and she retreated.

"Heh, Space Artistic Conception?"

"The power is indeed not bad."

"But in front of this seat, it is still not quite enough!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

Just as he was about to launch another attack while Gu Xinran's old strength had faded and her new strength had yet to arise.

An illusory sword suddenly stabbed over.

This was a Flying Sword condensed from Soul Power.

The Flying Sword was covered in mysterious runes, and on its surface, an intangible and formless flame burned.

The middle-aged man's expression tightened.

He pressed out with a palm.

Rolling black Qi gushed out continuously from his palm to resist the Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword trembled incessantly, unable to advance an inch.

At the same time.

The black Qi was also being constantly worn away.

"Explode!"

Right at this moment.

A low voice suddenly arrived.

The Flying Sword exploded with a boom.

The middle-aged man let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps.

Several parts of his body were stained by the shattered Spirit Flame.

The flames spread rapidly across his body.

His expression was one of shock.

Dense black Qi surged from his entire body to suppress the Spirit Flame.

He finally managed to barely suppress the Spirit Flame.

But after this strike.

His body, which had originally been like solid matter, became somewhat more illusory.

"Soul Body!"

Seeing this scene, Gu Xinran's heart stirred, and a look of realization appeared on her face.

"Junior!"

The middle-aged man stared fixedly at Wang Jianqiang, the rage in his eyes almost turning into substance.

Wang Jianqiang's complexion was somewhat pale.

The previous Flying Sword had been evolved by him using the Soul Suppressing Seal.

Detonating the Flying Sword had caused some damage to his own Soul.

It could be said to be a move that injures the enemy by one thousand while damaging oneself by eight hundred.

However, for him, it was not much of a problem.

He took out a Pill and swallowed it.

His complexion regained a hint of ruddiness, and he looked at the middle-aged man, sneering, "A Soul Body at the Transformation Stage dares to be arrogant in front of me?"

"Your methods are indeed very strong, but the intensity of your Soul Power is, after all, only at the Transformation Stage."

"Dealing with a Soul Body like yours is what I am best at."

The middle-aged man's expression turned ugly.

He had thought that dealing with two juniors would be easy.

But he had not expected that he would repeatedly suffer setbacks at the hands of a junior who had not even reached the Spirit Transformation Stage.

This brat was not only skilled in soul attacks but also possessed a strange Spirit Flame specifically targeting the soul.

It was the most effective at restraining Soul Bodies.

If he still had a physical body, he would naturally have a way to resist.

Yet now...

It was somewhat tricky!

At the same time.

Wang Jianqiang had already looked at Gu Xinran.

"Fairy, you come help me resist his attacks, and I will attack him."

For enemies weaker than himself, Wang Jianqiang might give them some time to highlight his own might.

But when facing a strong enemy.

Wang Jianqiang's strategy was always direct.

That was to kill them in one go, without giving any chance to catch their breath.

As soon as he finished speaking.

His mental power surged, a large number of runes manifested, and condensed into a Soul Spear.

Under the reinforcement of the colorless Spirit Flame, he attacked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

Subconsciously, he wanted to dodge.

"Freeze!"

Just at this moment.

A melodious voice suddenly came.

The space around him instantly solidified, fixing him in place.

He frowned.

Rolling black Qi erupted from his body.

Under the impact of the black Qi.

The solidified space recovered amidst a clearly audible "crack" sound.

The middle-aged man regained his ability to move and hurriedly dodged.

However, at the very moment he was about to dodge away.

The Soul Spear suddenly exploded.

Chaotic Soul Power mixed with invisible flame power splashed out.

The middle-aged man looked startled.

He hurriedly erupted with power to resist.

Under the eruption of rolling black Qi, although he blocked most of the power, a few wisps of flame still burned through his defensive power.

They landed on his body.

Although that wisp of flame was insignificant.

It could use Soul Power as fuel.

Landing on his Soul Body was like a spark falling into an oil drum.

It instantly expanded and then burned fiercely.

The middle-aged man let out a muffled groan.

While retreating, he desperately erupted with power.

With great effort, he finally extinguished the flame again.

His Soul Body weakened by another fraction.

His figure became increasingly illusory.

It had even become somewhat transparent.

The aura radiating from his body also dropped significantly, even showing signs of falling back to the Nascent Soul Stage.

After realizing his state.

The middle-aged man's expression turned gloomy.

He had gone to great lengths to spread the power of the Beast Taming Ring to the outside world.

Letting those demonic beasts kill each other.

Only by secretly collecting Soul Power had he recovered to the Spirit Transformation Stage cultivation.

He had not expected that he would be beaten down again.

Not only that.

If this continued...

He feared he would be completely annihilated by these two juniors.

This could not continue any longer.

He looked at the physical body pinned down by the sharp sword.

He gritted his teeth fiercely.

He could not touch this sword, otherwise, it would invite a backlash of sword power.

But the woman from before had already pulled the sword out halfway, and the seal had loosened.

It was not as if he had no hope of breaking free.

It was just that, if he did so.

His losses would be too great!

But...

No matter how great the loss, it was not as great as losing his life!

Since he had already been pushed to this point.

This was the only way!

Thinking of this, he looked at the two figures chasing toward him.

A look of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"You forced me to do this!"

As soon as his voice fell.

He pressed his palm toward the physical body in the distance.

The next moment.

That desiccated corpse pinned in the void by the sharp sword instantly turned into a large mass of black blood.

Seemingly sensing the enemy's departure.

The sharp sword trembled.

A force of sharpness erupted.

That mass of black blood was instantly almost completely wiped out by the force of sharpness.

Only a single drop of black blood luckily escaped.

It shot toward the middle-aged man.

A look of heartache flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Then he turned into a wisp of black smoke and merged into the black blood.

The next moment.

An intense bloody light instantly erupted from that drop of blood.

Under the shroud of layers of bloody light.

It transformed into a Blood Cocoon over a zhang in diameter, suspended in the air.

At the same time.

A sinister voice came from within the Blood Cocoon.

"When this seat breaks out of the cocoon, it will be the day of your deaths!"