704: Chapter Long Spear Pierced Chest, Corpse Ancestor's True Body

General Wang Lian and the other three’s gazes sharpened; they had naturally noticed the change in the swarm.

However, before this, they had been worried about Ning Qiancheng’s safety and had not acted, merely making preparations in secret.

“Boss, we’ll wait for you at the usual spot!”

The four responded without hesitation, knowing full well the urgency of the situation and the need for a swift retreat.

With Ning Qiancheng’s Half-Step Emperor Realm strength, it would not be difficult for him to forcefully Break through the swarm’s encirclement.

But if he had to bring them along, the difficulty would greatly increase.

To avoid holding Ning Qiancheng back, they made a decisive move, immediately turning to leave.

At the same time, General Wang Lian and the other three were like fierce tigers descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

They charged through with the continuously returning Zombie Slaves, successfully Breaking through the Great Eagle Country powerhouses’ defensive line.

Ning Qiancheng watched as the four successfully Broke through, and a great weight was finally lifted from his heart.

But he did not relax in the slightest, because he knew his battle was not over yet.

To buy more time for General Wang Lian and the other three, Ning Qiancheng took a deep breath and decided to act.

He once again mobilized the power within his body, preparing to launch a fatal blow against one of the Knights of the Round Table.

Only by first killing one of the Knights of the Round Table could he break the strange connection between the Twelve Round Table Knights, thereby defeating them one by one.

Ning Qiancheng’s gaze was like a torch, locked firmly onto one of the Knights of the Round Table, his Black Moon Spear in hand gleaming with cold light, poised to strike.

However, just as his thought fell, a dazzling light, like a meteor, suddenly streaked across the sky, rushing straight towards him like lightning!

This light came with fierce momentum, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close before him.

Ning Qiancheng was startled at the sight and quickly tried to dodge to the side.

But to his astonishment, he found that the surrounding Void Realm seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from this restraint.

“Damn it!”

Ning Qiancheng cursed inwardly, knowing he could not dodge, so he gritted his teeth and decided to confront this mysterious light head-on.

His entire body’s crimson-gold Corpse Fiend Energy instantly erupted like a volcanic eruption, enveloping him in a crimson-gold glow.

At the same time, the Black Moon Spear in his hand also seemed to sense its master’s determination, flickering with a strange and dazzling light.

“Since I can’t dodge, let me see how strong you, King Arthur, truly are!”

Ning Qiancheng roared, and with a fierce sweep of the Black Moon Spear in his hand, it brought forth a sharp gust of wind, sweeping directly towards the rapidly approaching light.

In an instant, there was a loud “clang” as the Black Moon Spear and the light collided fiercely, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The immense impact force generated by the collision caused Ning Qiancheng’s body to involuntarily retreat a few steps.

However, he was not discouraged by this; instead, he took advantage of this brief respite to quickly adjust his state.

Immediately after, he flashed, and the Black Moon Spear in his hand shot out like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, meeting the subsequent attack of the light.

It was a long spear, entirely golden and shining with dazzling light!

“Clang!”

Another crisp collision sound rang out, as the Black Moon Spear and the golden long spear once again collided fiercely, emitting a deafening roar.

The moment the golden long spear collided with the Black Moon Spear, the entire space suddenly collapsed into a singularity.

Ning Qiancheng’s pupils constricted—the spear tip was actually entwined with Constantine’s “God of War Will,” and it wanted to spread towards him along the spear tip!

“Crack!”

Cracks appeared on the surface of the Black Moon Spear, and the crimson-gold Corpse Fiend Energy dissipated like a receding tide.

Ning Qiancheng’s arm muscles burst inch by inch, revealing his bare arm bones.

What was shocking was that his bones were actually crimson-gold, but even so, those crimson-gold bones still showed cracks.

Even more terrifying, the golden long spear’s momentum did not diminish, directly piercing through his left chest, bringing a spray of crimson-gold blood rain out from his back.

Seeing this, the Twelve Round Table Knights did not hesitate in the slightest, immediately striking, determined to put Ning Qiancheng to death!

Robert’s long spear shot out like lightning, piercing straight into Ning Qiancheng’s shoulder blade!

And the Holy Light swords in the hands of Lancelot and the other Knights also struck Ning Qiancheng’s waist, abdomen, arms, and other parts like a fierce storm.

In an instant, twelve dazzling Holy Light rays poured into Ning Qiancheng’s body through the wounds like a torrent.

Pinning him firmly in mid-air, as if he had become a human torch.

“Cough cough… what a God of War Spear…”

Ning Qiancheng suddenly let out a sinister laugh, his face, disfigured by the Holy Light flames, now appearing exceptionally ferocious.

However, unexpectedly, his hand, which only had crimson-gold bones left, actually actively grabbed the spear shaft in his chest, and then pushed it forward fiercely!

With a “thud,” the spear body forcefully pierced out from his back, bringing out even more blood and shattered flesh.

But Ning Qiancheng seemed to be utterly indifferent to all of this; his laughter grew even more unrestrained.

“But you forgot—I am the immortal Corpse Ancestor!”

Before his words fell, the wounds that pierced his body suddenly began to squirm like living things, and countless granulations rapidly intertwined into a fine net.

In the blink of an eye, his previously severely damaged body began to heal at an astonishing speed, as if these wounds were merely trivial injuries to him.

Ning Qiancheng laughed wildly, his crimson-gold bones emitting a harsh crackling sound in the Holy Light flames.

His laughter was mixed with a hoarse roar, as if echoing from the Hell of the Nine Netherworlds.

“You think… this can kill me?”

His voice was hoarse and deep; with each word he uttered, the wound on his chest squirmed once, and the newly formed flesh and Holy Light corroded each other, emitting a “sizzling” burning sound.

A hint of horror flashed in Robert’s eyes—he clearly saw that at Ning Qiancheng’s pierced wound, the flesh was healing at a visible speed.

But what was even more terrifying was that those crimson-gold bones, burned by the Holy Light flames, were actually slowly absorbing the energy of the Holy Light!

“Impossible!”

Lancelot was a powerhouse second only to Robert; he immediately let out a furious roar, and his Holy Light sword once again erupted with brilliant light.

“Holy Judgment!”

The Holy Light swords of the Twelve Knights trembled simultaneously, and even more intense Holy Light flames poured into Ning Qiancheng’s body along the sword blades, attempting to completely incinerate him.

However, Ning Qiancheng slowly raised his arm amidst this destructive energy, and his gradually recovering five fingers suddenly clenched in the air.

“Boom!”

The Corpse Fiend Energy that originally enveloped him suddenly contracted, and then, an even more violent crimson-gold energy burst forth from his body!

“Corpse Ancestor True Body… Open!”