623: The Shock of the Dead

At the spot where Zhou Luo had just been standing, a plume of black energy emerged. A Demonic race being clad in armor, with a hideous face and exuding Death Qi, materialized.

It was indeed the Necromancer General.

He had also arrived here.

At this moment, he stood exactly where Zhou Luo had been, his right hand still raised and frozen in mid-air.

The position of his palm was precisely where Zhou Luo's head would have been.

Clearly, because of Zhou Luo's decisive retreat, he had missed his mark.

This left him quite perplexed.

With his methods, even a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator of the same level wouldn't be able to detect him; how could a mere Golden Core True Person know?

What he didn't know was this:

Zhou Luo, who controlled Devilish Qi, was extremely sensitive to the powers of the Demon Race.

In that split second, having been alert to his surroundings, he caught a trace of unusual Devilish Qi. Without hesitation, he had retreated violently, thus dodging the attack.

Now, the Necromancer General stood calmly in the air, right hand suspended, while his left hand gripped a 'person'.

That person was covered in wounds and dripping with blood, a shocking sight to behold.

He was being held by the other like a helpless chick, dangling motionless.

Wang Yuwei had reached Zhou Luo's side. Through the blood, she vaguely recognized the person's identity.

Shangguan Yunrui.

Indeed, it was that immortal sect Disciple from Wuya Valley in Huoyun Prefecture.

To think he had also fallen victim to such a brutal fate.

One must know that as an immortal sect Disciple, his means were surely on par with Wang Yuwei's, yet now he was being carried like a dead dog.

One could only imagine how terrifying this Demonic race being was.

At that moment, the Necromancer General's large eyes turned toward Zhou Luo: "I didn't expect to see you here, Zhou Luo."

He had seen Zhou Luo's portrait before.

After all, two of his capable subordinates had died at this man's hands; he naturally wouldn't forget.

He hadn't expected to encounter him here today.

This was just as well.

He would take the opportunity to avenge his subordinates.

But before that...

The Necromancer General looked at the Demon Race woman who had a blade at her throat and sneered, "Qing Jiu, General, I didn't expect you couldn't even handle these two little brats and ended up captured."

"You are simply a disgrace to our Demon Race and to Lord Demon Commander."

His voice was as heavy as thunder, booming in their ears and shaking their very souls.

Clearly, his strength was far more fearsome than that of the Demon Race woman.

The woman called Qing Jiu said coldly, "Just kill them and avenge me."

She did not fear Death.

Even with a blade to her throat, she remained devoid of any other emotion.

"Anyone else can die, but not you. Who told you to be the Demon Commander's lover?" the Necromancer sneered, showing no respect in his speech despite her close relationship with the Demon Commander.

Instead, he openly stated her importance, seemingly unconcerned that the opponent might kill her—or perhaps, he even hoped they would.

Qing Jiu's face remained grim, and she did not respond.

Only then did the Necromancer turn his gaze back to Zhou Luo, revealing a chilling smile: "Zhou Luo, you killed two of my subordinates. I can choose not to pursue that."

"As long as you release her, not only will I return this fellow in my hand to you, but I'll also give you half an hour to run."

"What do you think?"

From beginning to end, Zhou Luo remained expressionless. The Qianji Sword was pressed firmly against the woman's neck, even piercing the skin and drawing a trickle of blood.

Facing such a powerful Demonic race being, he did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Wang Yuwei also held her pearl, silently guarding his side.

If the opponent truly made a sudden move,

even if she couldn't escape, she would take a Demon General down with her.

Two Golden Core True Persons for one Demon General—no matter how you calculated it, it wasn't a loss.

"Holding onto her gives me more time to leave."

"As for the guy in your hand, although we are technically companions, do you really think I'd want to save him?"

Zhou Luo spoke calmly.

He wasn't so saintly as to hand over his shield just to save the other man.

Moreover, that man hadn't shown him a shred of goodwill.

Even if he died here, Zhou Luo wouldn't even blink.

"Is that so?"

The Necromancer questioned, and suddenly his left hand exerted force.

Thick Devilish Qi suddenly surged from his burly arm, instantly enveloping Shangguan Yunrui.

Ah—!

In the next second, Shangguan Yunrui seemed to feel a pain that pierced his very marrow, as if his skin were being torn off piece by piece. The agony made him let out a wretched scream.

The sound was exceptionally piercing and heart-wrenching in this area.

Yet Zhou Luo's expression didn't change at all, letting the other man scream.

A moment later, Shangguan Yunrui fainted from the pain once again.

The Necromancer General raised an eyebrow: "It seems you truly don't care about him. Fine, I happen to be hungry."

With that, he pulled back his right hand, grabbed Shangguan Yunrui's left arm, and gave it a violent yank.

With a sickening tear, Shangguan Yunrui's right arm was ripped off by brute force. Blood sprayed out in a gruesome display.

Ah—!

Shangguan Yunrui was jolted awake by the pain again, only to immediately feel the agony of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart before fainting once more.

The Necromancer nonchalantly picked up the severed arm and began to chew on it, eating with great relish.

This bloody scene made even Wang Yuwei frown slightly.

Zhou Luo, however, remained calm: "Need me to help you? My swordsmanship is quite decent."

His voice was very peaceful and detached, completely unaffected by the other's actions.

This took the Necromancer somewhat by surprise.

He smiled and tossed the severed arm aside: "You indeed have some skill. Since you think she can serve as your shield, then go."

"But let me tell you, the moment you dare to kill her, I will kill you instantly."

He sounded extremely confident when he said this.

Although his Realm was also suppressed, his strength was far beyond imagination.

Zhou Luo felt the other could truly do it.

Because just now, if it weren't for the Devilish Qi in his body and his sufficient alertness, he would likely have become the next Shangguan Yunrui.

"Go."

He was very decisive, backing away while his hands remained as steady as if frozen in place.

Wang Yuwei retreated with him.

The Necromancer just watched quietly until they completely disappeared.

After they left, another burly figure emerged from the darkness.

"Necromancer, are you really going to let that woman stay with them?"

This Demonic race being's face was a void of pitch black, like a black hole. If one looked for too long, even their soul would be swallowed.

His voice carried a chill like a freezing wind from a world of ice and snow, making one's body turn cold.

"I don't want the Demon Commander to blame me. But don't worry, this place is already sealed; they can't leave."

"We have time to play with them slowly."

"As for that woman Qing Jiu, let's see what her luck is like. Regardless, I've done what I should."

Having said that, the Necromancer stepped forward while carrying Shangguan Yunrui and vanished from the spot.

How could a hunter stop his pace for just one or two pieces of prey?

There were many more prey waiting for him.