Chapter 145: Array

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, his Ghost Head Blade hacking fiercely toward the small hillock that had suddenly appeared before him. If the Master of Wanxiang Tower truly possessed the power to move mountains with a wave of his hand, there would be no need to fight; he might as well just surrender and admit defeat.

"Clang!" The Ghost Head Blade struck the small hill, sending sparks flying in all directions. Meng Yifan felt a jolt of shock. Could this small hill be real? Was the Master of Wanxiang Tower's magic so profound and his power so infinite that he could truly move a small mountain with a wave of his hand?

"Something is wrong." From the outside, this small hill looked like a hill of Blue Stone, but after the Ghost Head Blade cut down more than ten centimeters, Meng Yifan keenly discovered that the internal structure was vastly different.

There were Runes flashing with light, and within each Rune, Spirit Qi resembling black mist was circulating, supporting the strength of the entire hill.

"Ghost Head Blade, don't you like devouring black mist Spirit Qi? Open your belly wide and devour it to your heart's content," Meng Yifan commanded.

The Ghost Head Blade trembled with excitement. It did not stand on ceremony; a powerful suction force appeared out of thin air, centered on the Ghost Head Blade, and began frantically devouring the black mist Spirit Qi.

This small hillock had been condensed by Zuo Moyan, who had gathered Spirit Qi through an Array. Now, after a large amount of Spirit Qi was devoured by the Ghost Head Blade, the Array inside instantly malfunctioned, and the small hillock quickly caved in by a large chunk.

"You bastard, that is the Spirit Power I painstakingly collected! You little thief, you are actually stealing my Spirit Power." Zuo Moyan felt as if his heart were bleeding.

Even though Zuo Moyan was an Immortal Cultivator, in this Luolong County where the Spirit Qi was thin, collecting enough Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was extremely difficult.

The Spirit Qi in this Array was all that he had painstakingly accumulated over several decades; it was his life's work.

"Boom!" Without the support of sufficient Spirit Qi, the entire small hillock collapsed. Meng Yifan was just about to press his advantage and finish off Zuo Moyan, but the two Zombies behind him also charged over.

The Zombie wielding the Big Guan Blade hacked at Meng Yifan's head, while the Zombie wielding the Big Iron Hammer smashed toward Meng Yifan's legs.

These two Zombies actually coordinated quite tacitly, one attacking the upper body and one attacking the lower body, forcing Meng Yifan to defend against the Zombies' attacks first.

The Artifact Shield in Meng Yifan's left hand suddenly expanded, blocking the Big Guan Blade.

"Clang!" The heavy Big Guan Blade weighed at least six hundred catties, and when swung by the immensely strong Zombie, the impact was at least several tons. Hiding behind the Shield, Meng Yifan curled his body into a ball and was sent flying sideways by this powerful impact, also taking the opportunity to dodge the other Zombie's Big Iron Hammer.

Having withstood the hack of the Big Guan Blade, the cracks on the Artifact Shield grew even larger. Meng Yifan felt a pang of heartache, knowing that in its current state, the Artifact Shield would likely be completely ruined after three more violent impacts.

"Whoosh!" As soon as Meng Yifan landed, he unleashed his Lingbo Microsteps, boosting his body speed to supersonic levels as he chased toward Zuo Moyan. He had already realized that both Zombies were controlled by Zuo Moyan; as long as he finished off Zuo Moyan, both Zombies would be unable to move.

Seeing Meng Yifan charging over, Zuo Moyan also felt a bit panicked. He was a Third-Grade High-Level Immortal Cultivator; if it came to close-quarters combat, he was truly no match for Meng Yifan, so he could not let Meng Yifan reach him under any circumstances.

"Hmph! Little thief, do you think I only have two Zombie guards?" Zuo Moyan snorted coldly, then shook the Triangular Command Flag in his hand once more. From behind him, another male Zombie appeared—one and a half meters tall, thin, and holding dual blades.

Although the Zombie that appeared this time was very thin and small, its strength was much weaker compared to those two big-bodied Zombies.

However, its speed was extremely fast. The two long blades in its left and right hands danced up and down, simultaneously executing two sets of blade techniques.

One set of blade techniques seemed fast but was actually slow, while the other seemed slow but was actually fast. The two sets of techniques coordinated with each other, executing seamlessly and unleashing terrifying combat power.

Meng Yifan did not know any blade techniques; he fought with the Ghost Head Blade by relying on his sharp eyes and quick hands. Now, facing the two blade techniques of the dual-blade Zombie, he was instantly at a disadvantage and being suppressed.

Meng Yifan wanted to use his speed advantage to bypass this Zombie and attack Zuo Moyan behind it, but he discovered that although the dual-blade Zombie's speed was not as fast as his, it was not far behind.

The dual-blade Zombie stood right beside Zuo Moyan, and no matter how Meng Yifan changed direction, it could always intercept him at the last moment.

The two big-bodied Zombies from behind charged over again, and Meng Yifan was suddenly caught in the siege of three Zombies.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone these three Zombies, each of which had combat power comparable to a Third Grade Martial Artist. This made the fight very uncomfortable for Meng Yifan, and he dared not linger here, only able to look for an opportunity to retreat toward the rear.

The dual-blade Zombie's mission was to protect Zuo Moyan, so it did not pursue Meng Yifan. Now, with only the two big-bodied Zombies besieging him, Meng Yifan's speed allowed him to handle the siege of the Big Guan Blade and Big Iron Hammer with ease, finally able to catch his breath.

Zuo Moyan stood in the distance, triumphant, and laughed: "Haha, little thief, wait for your death. Don't worry, your body has excellent aptitude. With your body and my Corpse Refining Secret Technique, I am confident I can refine you into a Fourth Grade Zombie. You will serve me forever."

Meng Yifan gritted his teeth in hatred. While dealing with the two big-bodied Zombies, he was thinking rapidly in his mind about how to break the situation. He wanted to escape, but he knew nothing about the way of the Array; now, he couldn't even tell north from south and simply couldn't find the path out.

"The only way now is to finish off Zuo Moyan, but to kill Zuo Moyan, I must first finish off that dual-blade Zombie. My speed must be fast, otherwise, I will fall into the siege of the three Zombies again."

After pondering for a moment, Meng Yifan decided on a countermeasure, then bypassed the two big-bodied Zombies and quickly charged toward Zuo Moyan.

"Little thief, it's useless. Surrender early, and I will give you a quick death. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead and unable to die later. The more a body suffers before death, the more powerful it becomes after being refined into a Zombie." Zuo Moyan, certain of victory, mobilized the dual-blade Zombie to block Meng Yifan's path once again.

"Zhang Butou, lead the ghost soldiers out to surround and kill this Zombie." At Meng Yifan's command, he pointed the Ghost Head Blade forward, and the hundred ghost soldiers led by Zhang Butou appeared before them.

Within this Array, Yin energy swirled, making it very suitable for the survival of Yin Attribute beings like Zombies and ghost soldiers.

After Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and generals appeared here, they all greedily devoured the black mist drifting around, then, under Meng Yifan's command, formed a formation and charged toward the dual-blade Zombie.

"Eh! This Ghost Head Blade can actually nourish ghost soldiers and generals? A good treasure, truly a good treasure." Zuo Moyan was greatly shocked. His gaze toward the Ghost Head Blade was filled with longing; if such a good treasure were used by an Immortal Cultivator like him, it could truly unleash its proper power.