Chapter 150: Yaksha

With ten thousand hearts beating as one, their strength could snap metal; Meng Yifan gathered the Spiritual Power of over twenty thousand people, causing the Luolong County Great Seal in his hand to shine with a brilliant, radiant glow.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted, waving the Great Seal in his hand as a stream of pure white light enveloped the two hulking Third Grade Zombies beside him.

The Third Grade Zombies had bodies as hard as refined steel, but the white light Meng Yifan unleashed was formed from the gathered Spiritual Power of over twenty thousand subjects; it was a void-like substance, formless and intangible, capable of twisting and changing shape at will.

With a thought, Meng Yifan directed the white light to split into several strands, which surged into the seven orifices of the two zombies.

At this moment, Meng Yifan's mind was connected to the white light; as it entered the zombies' bodies, he could perceive the conditions within them.

He discovered that the zombies' control center lay within their brains, where dense Rune Arrays were located, governing every move the zombies made.

"Is this Zuo Moyan's split soul?" Meng Yifan saw a mass of black mist entrenched within the zombies' control center. This black mist was very strange; after gathering together, it transformed into the likeness of Zuo Moyan, who was currently manipulating the zombies to attack Meng Yifan.

"You are guilty and shall be executed!" Meng Yifan shouted.

The white light, like a vast torrent, rushed toward the mass of black mist. Zuo Moyan's split soul was greatly alarmed and hurriedly mobilized the surrounding Control Array to resist the stream of white light.

"Boom—!" A series of rumbles erupted inside the two hulking zombies, and their bodies trembled incessantly, just like an ordinary person being electrocuted.

Inside them, the arrays of the control center were like the circuit boards of a robot; suddenly subjected to repeated surges of high-voltage external current, they were destroyed one after another amidst a series of crackling sounds.

Zuo Moyan's split soul panicked. It was merely a split soul used to control the zombies in battle; its own combat capability was very limited, and it could not withstand the impact of the Spiritual Power of over twenty thousand people.

The split soul tried to escape the zombies' heads, but it was too late; the white light surging in from all directions quickly annihilated it completely.

The two Third Grade Zombies appeared physically intact on the outside, but their control centers had been destroyed, rendering them unable to move ever again.

One zombie held a Big Iron Hammer, the other gripped a Big Guan Blade, standing motionless like two lifeless statues.

"Pfft! Pfft!" With his two split souls destroyed, Zuo Moyan could not help but spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

The Divine Soul is the foundation of a cultivator; having lost two split souls at once, Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul was already injured. If he did not heal quickly, it would shake the foundation of his future cultivation.

However, injuries to the Divine Soul are far more difficult to recover from than physical injuries; without the correct Spirit Pill, recovering would be as difficult as ascending to Heaven.

Meng Yifan held the radiant Luolong County Great Seal in one hand and the blood-shrouded Ghost Head Blade in the other, his body moving like an arrow released from a bow as he charged rapidly toward Zuo Moyan.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan pointed the Great Seal forward, and streams of white light enveloped the numerous zombies that formed the giant meat-ball.

These zombies had low strength, at most First Grade Zombies; their control arrays were far inferior to those of the Third Grade Zombies, and after being repeatedly scoured by the white light, they were quickly and forcefully destroyed.

"Squeak! Squeak!" Shuke's four claws flew, batting aside the zombies that could no longer move, peeling them away layer by layer like an onion to get closer to Zuo Moyan inside.

"Brat, you forced my hand. I'll let you see my Flying Yaksha." Seeing that things were going poorly, Zuo Moyan hurriedly bit his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Triangular Command Flag, and waved it again, sending a black mist reeking of blood flying into the Valley behind him.

"Whoosh!" A black figure flew out from the Valley.

"This is..." Meng Yifan's expression changed drastically; the figure rushing out from the Valley was only half a meter tall, looking like an innocent child.

Yet, a pair of bat wings grew from her back, and a one-foot-long sharp horn grew atop her head. Most crucially, her belly was enormous, like that of a pregnant woman ten months along, about to give birth.

A seven or eight-year-old child, at an age of innocence, yet looking like a woman about to give birth—such a jarring contrast made one feel deeply uncomfortable. One could only wonder what Zuo Moyan had done to this little girl to turn her into such a monster.

"Haha, I captured seventy or eighty children just to refine a Flying Yaksha. It's a pity most failed; I only made this one, and it's still just a semi-finished product. Brat, let's see you taste the power of the Flying Yaksha," Zuo Moyan said.

The Flying Yaksha held a pitch-black, gleaming Dagger in her hand. The energy fluctuations on her body were only comparable to a Second Grade Martial Artist, but there were chaotic currents of energy within her belly, highly unstable, like a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"Die!" The Flying Yaksha's eyes were blood-red, radiating an evil light. Flapping her wings, she charged toward Meng Yifan like lightning.

The light of the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand had dimmed significantly, but there was still plenty of Spiritual Power left. He waved it at the Flying Yaksha again, hoping to restrain her.

But as the Flying Yaksha approached Meng Yifan, she plunged the Dagger in her hand fiercely into her own belly.

"Boom!" The Flying Yaksha's belly exploded violently, and a circular shockwave expanded outward. At the same time, large patches of viscous, black-and-red liquid scattered in all directions. These viscous liquids emitted a foul, fishy stench that made one want to retch.

Meng Yifan was shocked and hurriedly used his Artifact Shield to block in front of him.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!" After the Artifact Shield was stained with the black-red viscous liquid, its light dimmed instantly. Its hard surface was corroded into pits, and then, as if the steel had met aqua regia, it was rapidly corroded into a puddle of molten iron.

A few drops of the black-red viscous liquid landed on Meng Yifan's arm. He felt a piercing pain and sensed a highly toxic Corpse Poison spreading into his body. Meng Yifan was shocked; he hurriedly raised his blade and cut off the parts stained by the liquid, but it was too late—a small amount of Corpse Poison had already entered his body.

This Corpse Poison was very strange; after entering Meng Yifan's body, it began to devour his flesh and blood, then, like a virus, it replicated rapidly. Meng Yifan keenly sensed that his body was beginning to undergo some eerie changes from the inside out, as if he were about to mutate into a zombie.

Fortunately, Meng Yifan was decisive; he had first used the Artifact Shield to intercept most of the Corpse Poison and had promptly cut away the rotting flesh, so not much Corpse Poison had entered his body.

It would take at least an hour for that Corpse Poison to mutate Meng Yifan into a zombie.