217: Chapter 217 Experiencing the Divine Power of a True Immortal!

The voice was filled with resentment toward the living and a hunger for flesh, making one's scalp tingle and heart tremble!

"Kill!"

Jin Zhengyuan pointed his withered arm forward!

Countless Yin Corpses gushed out from the coffins like a tide, pouncing toward the Lingxiao Sect Disciples!

They were extremely fast; though their movements were stiff, they were full of explosive power. Their greenish-gray nails were sharp as knives, and with a gentle swipe, they could tear through Magical Artifact shields!

"Form an array! Defend!"

The Foundation Establishment Elder leading the Lingxiao Sect shouted sternly.

The Disciples quickly contracted their formation, summoned their defensive Magical Artifacts, and channeled their techniques to meet the enemy.

Fireballs, ice blades, and lightning poured onto the Yin Corpses, blowing them apart into pieces of flesh!

However—

Those Yin Corpses seemed to have no sense of pain; even with arms blown off and chests pierced through, they still roared and charged forward. Some even had half their bodies blown away but still crawled with their remaining hand, biting toward the Lingxiao Sect Disciples!

"Ah—!"

A Qi Refining Stage Disciple was accidentally pounced on by a Yin Corpse. The Yin Corpse opened its mouth filled with black blood and bit into his shoulder!

"Get off! Get off!"

The Disciple screamed in terror, desperately channeling his spiritual power to shake off the Yin Corpse, but a layer of eerie blackness had already appeared at the wound.

The blackness spread along the blood vessels at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading to his entire arm in just a few breaths!

"Corpse Poison! It's Corpse Poison!"

The fellow Disciples nearby shouted in horror.

The bitten Disciple's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear. He felt his arm losing sensation as the black toxin spread along his Meridians toward his heart; wherever it passed, spiritual power dissipated and life force was severed!

"Cut it off! Hurry and cut off the arm!"

An experienced old Cultivator shouted urgently.

But the Disciple was already scared out of his wits; how could he react in time?

Several more Yin Corpses pounced on him, completely submerging him.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Meng Qingcheng looked down at the battlefield below, her brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

Although the Lingxiao Sect Disciples were well-trained, they were still at a disadvantage against this army of Yin Corpses that did not fear death or feel pain.

More importantly, the Disciples bitten or scratched by the Yin Corpses were falling one by one to the poison. The Corpse Poison spread extremely fast; if not treated in time, at best their cultivation would be ruined, and at worst they would die on the spot, or even... turn into Yin Corpses!

"Hmph!"

Meng Qingcheng finally made her move.

She gave a cold snort and grasped at the Void Realm with her right hand!

A cold light suddenly appeared!

A longsword, crystal clear as if carved from ten-thousand-year-old ice, appeared in her hand. The blade was about three feet long, thin as a cicada's wing, and its surface was covered with a layer of faint frost mist, emitting a bone-chilling coldness.

This was her life-bound Spiritual Artifact—the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword!

As soon as the blade appeared, the temperature within a hundred-zhang radius plummeted, and the moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals, fluttering down.

Meng Qingcheng stood with her sword, her white clothes like snow and her long hair flying, looking like a Fairy walking out of the ice and snow.

She raised her sword and gave it a gentle swing—

A peerlessly sharp Sword Qi shot out!

The Sword Qi was ice-blue, and wherever it passed, the moisture in the air instantly froze, forming a frost path several zhang wide!

The Sword Qi cut into the crowd of Yin Corpses like a hot knife through butter!

Those Yin Corpses, invulnerable to blades and spears and difficult to harm with spells, were as fragile as thin paper before this Sword Qi, being sliced into two one after another! The cut surfaces were covered with a thick layer of frost, and before the black blood could even flow out, it was frozen into ice shards!

With one swing, dozens of Yin Corpses were turned into fragments!

"Core Formation True Person... this is the strength of a Core Formation True Person!"

The Lingxiao Sect Disciples below watched in stunned silence, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

The Yin Corpses they struggled with all their might to kill were just a matter of a casual sword swing for Meng Qingcheng!

Meng Qingcheng did not stop.

Her figure flashed, turning into a white light that charged into the crowd of Yin Corpses!

The Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword was like a living thing in her hand; every time she swung it, it brought forth a flash of ice-blue sword light. Wherever the sword light passed, the Yin Corpses froze and shattered, as fragile as ice sculptures!

Her movement technique was light and graceful, weaving freely through the dense crowd of Yin Corpses as if entering an uninhabited place.

Those Yin Corpses tried to get close to her, but several zhang away, they were slowed down by the coldness emanating from the Sword Qi, unable to get near at all!

"The Immortal Master is mighty!"

The Lingxiao Sect Disciples' morale surged, and they shouted as they dove back into the battle.

However—

Although Meng Qingcheng was slaughtering her way through the Yin Corpses, she knew in her heart that this was not a long-term solution.

There were too many Yin Corpses.

After killing one batch, more gushed out from the coffins, seemingly endless.

And every time she swung her sword, she consumed spiritual power. Although with her Core Formation Middle Stage cultivation, she wouldn't run out of strength in a short time, if it continued like this, she would eventually be worn down.

More importantly—

Jin Zhengyuan had not yet made a move.

That old monster, who had burned his lifespan to forcibly reach False Core Perfection, was the greatest threat in this battle.

Meng Qingcheng cut down several pouncing Yin Corpses with one swing, her gaze piercing through the dense crowd of corpses to look at Jin Zhengyuan, who was suspended in mid-air.

Jin Zhengyuan was also looking at her.

In those cloudy, lifeless eyes, no emotion could be seen.

He just watched her quietly, as if waiting for something.

Waiting for her to run out of strength?

Waiting for her to show a weakness?

Or... waiting for something else?

A sense of unease rose in Meng Qingcheng's heart.

This Profound Yin Dao Soldier Grand Array was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of li away.

Ye Changge, Xiao Caiyue, and their party were slowly moving along.

Since leaving Qingxuan Immortal City, they had been traveling for nearly two months.

During these two months, they had passed through several countries, countless cities, mountains, and rivers. Although they encountered a few waves of blind Bandit Cultivators along the way, Ye Changge easily dealt with them, and no major trouble occurred.

At this moment, they arrived at a medium-sized Cultivator city—Qingyun City.

This city is located in the southeastern part of the Zhao State, less than a month's journey from Longmai Mountain.

"Husband, it's getting late; let's rest here for the night."

Xiao Caiyue looked at the sun gradually setting in the west and said softly.

Ye Changge nodded: "Very well."

He turned to look inside the carriage.

Xiao Yurou was dozing off against Xiao Zhi's shoulder; the two girls were exhausted from traveling these past few days.

Ye Changge jumped off the carriage and settled the group into an Immortal Cave with abundant Spiritual Qi in the city.

This Immortal Cave was rented by him with Spirit Stones; although not as luxurious as the one in Qingxuan Immortal City, it was quiet and elegant, enough for the group to stay temporarily.

"You guys rest first; I'm going out for a bit," Ye Changge said to Xiao Caiyue.

Xiao Caiyue understood: "Husband is going to gather information?"

"Yes." Ye Changge nodded. "We've been traveling for two months; I don't know how things are at home, and I also want to know if anything major has happened in the Zhao State recently."