247: Chapter 247 The Disliked Green-Haired Flying Corpse, the Frost Dragon Tears Through the Poisonous Miasma!

Su Yang stood up and casually waved out a streak of blinding golden light.

The Pure Yang True Qi instantly entered the body of the special forces member kneeling on the ground.

The terrifying wound on the man's left arm, which was deep enough to see the bone, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a scar. Not only that, but his previously exhausted stamina was instantly restored to its Peak state.

“Thank you, Consultant Su, for saving my life!” The special forces member said, his face full of shock as he once again kowtowed loudly against the floor.

“Fine, get up and lead the way.” Su Yang dusted off his clothes, his tone indifferent.

Beside him, Mary immediately leaned in, her gorgeous red lips curled in disdain: “Boss, Green-Haired Flying Corpses sound so disgusting. I don't want to drink the foul blood of dead corpses; it'll give me an upset stomach! I think I'll skip this trip, okay?”

Wearing a black lace bikini, Mary deliberately rubbed her ample chest against Su Yang's arm, acting coquettishly as if she didn't want to do the dirty work.

Chu Ling snorted coldly from the side, a flicker of grim killing intent flashing in her ice-blue eyes.

“Just a few low-level Green-Haired Flying Corpses, yet they dare to come out and make fools of themselves. Boss, leave them to me; I'll dismantle them all to use as firewood.”

As an Unmelting Bone at the very top of the zombie hierarchy, Chu Ling held absolute power over life and death regarding low-level zombies. Hearing that some zombies dared to besiege her boss's subordinates, she felt they were provoking her authority.

Ji Ruxue walked forward, swaying her willow-like waist, her explosive figure half-hidden beneath red gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. She said softly, “Master, the Poisonous Miasma Valley in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains was once the site of an Ancient Shamanistic Gu School. The flying corpses that emerged from the teleportation Formation are likely Tomb-Guarding Underworld Soldiers left over from ancient times. Do you need Ruxue to accompany you?”

“No need, you stay home and help Yuqing look after the courtyard.”

Su Yang turned his head toward the backyard and shouted loudly, “Qingcheng, Yingxue, pause your seclusion and come out to work.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two gusts of whistling Yin wind arrived.

Su Qingcheng, dressed in fiery red, and Jiang Yingxue, wearing a classical bridal gown, floated down into the courtyard.

The two women had just refined a portion of the spoils from the Yin Sha Sect. At this moment, the Yin Qi around them was becoming increasingly condensed and profound; they were only one step away from the Ghost King Realm.

“Master, is there finally a fight?” Su Qingcheng drew her longsword, her beautiful face full of excitement and her chest heaving slightly with surging Battle Intent.

Jiang Yingxue bowed gracefully: “We are at your command, Master. My sister and I happen to need a hearty battle to stabilize our recently skyrocketing cultivation.”

“Let's go. We're going to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to catch a few sandbags for you to practice on.”

Su Yang turned to look at the Little Golden Dragon on the stone table. The little fellow was clutching a Low-Grade Spirit Stone, munching on it until it crunched, his mouth full of crumbs.

“Little White Strip.” Su Yang flicked the crystal-clear jade bracelet on his left wrist.

Accompanied by a deafening and terrifying dragon roar, the hundred-meter-long Frost Giant Dragon soared into the sky, circling above the alley.

The massive dragon pressure made the guide's legs go weak, and he nearly sat back down on the bluestone floor.

Seeing the giant dragon in mid-air, the Little Golden Dragon immediately dropped its half-eaten Spirit Stone, gave a cheer, and flew over, landing steadily on the broad, flat head of the Frost Giant Dragon.

One ice and one gold, two true dragons—one large and one small—it was a truly shocking sight.

“Yuqing, I'm leaving the house to you,” Su Yang instructed.

Ye Yuqing, wearing a tight hip-hugging OL outfit, nodded and smiled gently: “Rest assured, Boss. I will prepare the little fellow's rations on time.”

Su Yang, along with Chu Ling, Su Qingcheng, Jiang Yingxue, and the special forces guide, lightly tapped the ground and leapt steadily onto the dragon's back.

“Depart.”

The Frost Giant Dragon's wings gave a sudden, powerful flap, turning it into a streak of dazzling white lightning that instantly tore through the clouds, racing toward the southwest.

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The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.

The Poisonous Miasma Valley was located in the deepest part of the mountains. This place never saw the sun, and the air was filled with a thick layer of green poisonous miasma. If an ordinary person inhaled even a single breath, they would turn into a puddle of foul-smelling pus within seconds.

At this time, in the core area of the Poisonous Miasma Valley, the sounds of killing shook the heavens as flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The White Bone Hall that originally belonged to the Yin Sha Sect had already mostly collapsed during the previous cleanup.

In the pile of rubble behind the hall, a massive ancient Formation was emitting a piercing, eerie green light.

Crowded around the edges of the Formation were dense clusters of hideous flying corpses covered in green hair.

These monsters possessed immense strength, with black claws on their fingers as sharp as blades forged from refined steel; they could even perform brief glides at low altitudes.

In the very center of the Formation, Li Changfeng was covered in blood.

He held a Military Tang Saber full of nicks, leaning breathlessly against a broken stone pillar.

Beside him, fewer than twenty wounded special forces elites from the 749 Bureau remained.

Dozens of comrades' bodies lay scattered across the ground, all of them having been torn apart alive by the Green-Haired Flying Corpses; the carnage was heart-wrenching.

“Director! We're completely out of ammunition!” a special forces member roared in despair, his automatic rifle making clicking sounds as the bolt locked back on an empty chamber.

“Draw your blades! Fight these monsters to the end! There are no cowards in the 749 Bureau!”

Li Changfeng's eyes were bloodshot. Completely ignoring the terrifying claw wound on his left leg that exposed the bone, he once again swung his blade at a flying corpse lunging toward him.

“Clang!”

The sharp blade struck the flying corpse's neck with a piercing metallic ring, leaving only a shallow white mark.

The flying corpse swung its claw back, instantly knocking the Tang saber from Li Changfeng's hand. Following through with a gust of foul wind, it clawed viciously toward his heart.

“It's over!” Li Changfeng's face was full of bitterness as he closed his eyes, his heart turning to ash.

At the critical moment just as the black claws were about to pierce his chest,

The incredibly thick green miasma in the sky was suddenly torn apart by a violent, peerless surge of Extreme Cold Qi!

“Boom!”

A pillar of ice-blue light as thick as a barrel descended from the heavens, accurately striking the Green-Haired Flying Corpse in front of Li Changfeng.

Before it could even let out a scream, the powerful, invulnerable flying corpse was instantly frozen into a dark blue ice sculpture, which then shattered into countless tiny ice crystals that scattered across the ground.

Li Changfeng snapped his eyes open and looked up toward the sky as if he had just escaped death.

A hundred-meter-long ancient Frost Giant Dragon was hovering quietly above the Poisonous Miasma Valley.

The terrifying dragon pressure felt almost physical, instantly sweeping away the poisonous miasma for several kilometers around.

With his hands tucked into the pockets of his casual pants, Su Yang stood atop the dragon's head. He looked down at the dense clusters of green-haired monsters below, a wild and arrogant sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Old Man Li, I haven't seen you for a few days. How did you end up in such a pathetic state, being driven to a dead end by a bunch of dead people?”