The realms of zombies, from highest to lowest, are Bronze Armored Zombie, Silver Armored Zombie, Gold Armored Zombie, Green-Haired Zombie King, Red-Haired Zombie Ancestor, and so on.
A Bronze Armored Zombie should correspond to a zombie in the Qi Refining stage, a Silver Armored Zombie to the Foundation Establishment stage, a Gold Armored Zombie to the Golden Core stage, a Green-Haired Zombie King to the Nascent Soul stage, and the highest level, the Red-Haired Zombie Ancestor, to a cultivator of the Purple Mansion stage.
Zombies also have attributes, with the most common being the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Remaining are rare ones like poison zombies, blood zombies, dark zombies, spirit zombies, and蛊 zombies, totaling over twenty types of mutated zombies.
Eight Bronze Armored Zombies carried a coffin. As they approached Wu Tao, within ten feet, the coffin opened on its own, and a man emerged.
This man was another elite outer disciple of the Demonic Heaven Sect, named Han Yingui.
On the riverbank, an unavoidable battle was about to commence.
Han Yingui’s face was like a withered tree, his hands had long, pointed fingertips, and his disheveled hair hung down. His fingers were like hooked claws, giving him an incredibly eerie appearance.
Han Yingui’s gaze swept over Wu Tao. He waved his hands and said loudly, “Are you perhaps fellow Daoist Wu Tao of the Taiyi Immortal Sect?”
Han Yingui’s voice, when he spoke, was even more eerily frightening.
Hearing this, Wu Tao’s pupils contracted. He inwardly thought, “The visitor is not here for pleasantries.” After a moment, he replied, “Indeed, it is I. What guidance do you seek from me, sir?”
“Hee hee hee hee, fellow Daoist, your cultivation is hard-earned. How about we both cease hostilities? Brother Wu, give me the Longevity Fruit you obtained, and I will immediately let you leave. What do you say?” Han Yingui grinned sinisterly after Wu Tao responded.
Seeing Wu Tao did not reply, Han Yingui was unfazed and continued to persuade, “I am Han Yingui of the Demonic Heaven Sect. I guarantee today that Brother Wu will leave safely. If we meet again by chance in the future, I, Han, shall owe fellow Daoist Wu a favor. What do you think?”
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Hearing this, Wu Tao felt a surge of immense anger.
What a joke! With a mere empty promise, he wanted to take the Longevity Fruit that he had risked his life to obtain?
How could this be possible?
Do all the elite outer disciples of the Demonic Heaven Sect have this common flaw? Are they accustomed to being imperious, or what?
This time, he couldn't even be bothered to reply. Wu Tao flipped his left hand, and the high-grade magic artifact, the Fire Crow Feather Fan, immediately shot out, spewing rolling waves of fire several feet long, with astonishing power, attacking Han Yingui head-on.
“Haha, since Brother Wu does not know what’s good for him, do not blame me for being impolite.”
Facing the oncoming torrent of fire, Han Yingui still had the leisure to utter a sentence, which showed how arrogant he was.
Han Yingui slapped his Corpse Ghost Bag, releasing a massive, sinister black wind.
This enormous, sinister black wind descended upon the ground.
After the sinister black wind dissipated, over a dozen tall zombies, clad in tattered clothes, with blood-red eyes and ferocious countenances, and bodies of a bronze hue, appeared before Wu Tao.
The dozen or so zombies simultaneously opened their massive mouths, and streaks of dark water-attribute corpse qi converged in mid-air, forming a vast tide of corpse qi.
The fire waves and the tide of corpse qi, upon contact, dissolved and vanished.
Wu Tao’s expression immediately turned grim.
Damn it, this Han Yingui is truly extraordinary. He is indeed an elite outer disciple of the Demonic Heaven Sect.
To possess so many Bronze Armored Zombies alone.
He wondered how many years Han Yingui had meticulously nurtured these Bronze Armored Zombies. Their corpse qi attacks were terrifying.
Caught off guard, Wu Tao found himself at a disadvantage.
Seeing the tide of corpse qi rolling towards him, Wu Tao stood his ground, let out a cold snort, and retrieved the top-grade magic artifact, the Yin-Yang Twin Thunder Beads, from his storage bag.
At this moment, Wu Tao held the Fire Crow Feather Fan in his left hand and raised the Yin-Yang Twin Thunder Beads in his right. All the spiritual power in his dantian surged madly.
The Yin-Yang Twin Thunder Beads flashed with blue light, birthing nine thunder dragons. The nine thunder dragons roared out, while the Fire Crow Feather Fan simultaneously transformed into a vast expanse of fire crows.
Above, lightning flickered and nine dragons coiled. Below, flames burned and fire crows swarmed. The crackling of electricity and the roaring of flames were enough to make one’s heart pound with fear.
The torrent of flames and the torrent of lightning intertwined. The power of the thunder-fire torrent easily broke through the tide of corpse qi and landed on the dozen or so Bronze Armored Zombies below.
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion was heard, and countless shattered stones and giant logs flew outwards. Then, the rumbling sounds continued unabated.
The frenzied power of the thunder and the scorching power of the flames caused the dozen or so Bronze Armored Zombies to let out pained roars. Their bodies struggled violently, but ultimately, they could not escape the fate of death. Slowly, they collapsed to the ground, turning into scorched charcoal under the combined onslaught of thunder and flames.
As for Wu Tao, after unleashing such a terrifying attack, he had used more than half of his spiritual power. His face turned pale instantly, and his figure became somewhat unsteady.
Having cleared out over a dozen Bronze Armored Zombies in one go, Wu Tao, despite the severe consumption of spiritual power, forced himself to stand tall and said indifferently, “It seems today ends here.”
Seeing that all his painstakingly refined Bronze Armored Zombies were gone in an instant, Han Yingui’s face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. He said sternly, “You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You seek death. When I capture you, I will first torment you until you wish you were dead, and then refine you into a Bronze Armored Zombie.”
“Kill!”
“Fight!”
After clashing for more than ten moves, Han Yingui and Wu Tao were completely immersed in their own fighting spirit and killing intent, oblivious to the outside world.
Wu Tao’s figure remained still. After consuming a few drops of Stone Bell Milk Spiritual Liquid, he vanished from his spot without any warning.
On the other side, Han Yingui unleashed his accumulated corpse qi from years past, and his figure also instantly disappeared from his position.
The next moment, with almost astonishing tacit understanding, two blurred afterimages appeared simultaneously and collided without reservation.
“Chiss!”
Wu Tao’s fist, emitting a golden radiance, was as dazzling and piercing as the sun.
Wu Tao’s fist speed was as swift as lightning, and his power was like a mountain. His entire being exuded sharp aggression.
“Buzz!”
Han Yingui extended a pale, pointed palm from mid-air, his five fingers forming a claw. A sinister wind led the way, with corpse flames entwined.
This long, pointed palm seemed like a terrifying Asura’s demonic claw, emerging from the depths of the Nine Netherworld.
The two collided.
Wu Tao’s fist struck towards Han Yingui.
However, under the enhancement of the sinister wind technique, Han Yingui’s speed was incredibly fast. He dodged Wu Tao’s punch by a hair’s breadth.
And the pale, pointed palm, like an Asura’s demonic claw, failed to strike. Wu Tao merely moved slightly, and with the power of his Wind-Riding Azure Bird Boots, he also evaded this fatal blow in an instant.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Merely the residual shockwaves from their clashes, scattered upon the ground, instantly created dozens of spiderweb-like cracks in two other areas.
Without a moment’s pause, both Han Yingui and Wu Tao, with the intent to kill each other, engaged in an extremely perilous battle.
Whether it was punches, palms, kicks, or claws…
Their combat techniques were utterly comprehensive.
After a period of stalemate, ten greyish-white wisps of corpse qi shot out from Han Yingui’s hands.
These ten greyish-white wisps of corpse qi slowly gathered in mid-air, forming a colossal greyish-white net that enveloped Wu Tao completely.
On the other side, a cold light flared between Wu Tao’s eyes. His hands slightly parted, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted instantly.
Above his head, a golden dragon vaguely materialized. The strength in his arms surged, shattering the greyish-white net with a single blow, forcing Han Yingui to retreat repeatedly.
The battle between Wu Tao and Han Yingui caused the surrounding ground to shake violently.
As for who was stronger between the two, it was evident at a glance.
Han Yingui retreated seventeen steps.
Wu Tao retreated fifteen steps.
Wu Tao had cultivated the dual cultivation technique of body and law, "Dragon-Tiger Prime Qi Nine Arts," to the peak Great Perfection realm for his current level.
In close-quarters combat, he was naturally slightly stronger than someone like Han Yingui, who had transformed his body into a half-human, half-zombie state in pursuit of power.
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