123: Chapter 128

The heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe, was instantly lifted.

Although that moment just now could be considered the peak of his life, it was a life-threatening peak, and it's better not to have such moments.

After all, isn't being alive wonderful?

That giant blood corpse was already closing in.

At this moment, Lin Fan stepped forward and stood right in front of the blood corpse.

Lin Fan wasn't actually short, standing at about 1.8 meters, but that blood corpse was at least 2.2 meters tall.

In the eyes of the blood corpse, Lin Fan was just like an ant.

It felt that if it wanted to, it could smash Lin Fan's head with a single punch.

Of course, the blood corpse didn't just think so, it really intended to do it.

Its fist was clenched tightly, becoming as thick as a sandbag.

No, to be more precise, the fist was even larger than a sandbag, with the entire hand bursting with astonishing power.

The blood corpse raised that huge fist, and everyone present instantly had their hearts in their throats.

With a fist that big, if it really came crashing down, even if one wasn't killed, they would end up crippled.

But what puzzled them was that Expert Brother stood there motionless, with no intention of dodging at all?

Was he planning to take this punch head-on? But just looking at this punch was terrifying; could he really withstand it?

A big question mark popped up in everyone's mind.

Just as the blood corpse's giant fist was about to smash onto Lin Fan's head, Lin Fan slowly lifted his eyelids.

Two sharp gazes bore straight into it.

Before Lin Fan even made a move, that blood corpse—which had been so arrogant just a moment ago, treating Lin Fan like an ant—felt a danger in its chest unlike anything it had ever encountered.

This danger terrified it to its core.

It was exactly the same feeling as being about to die.

The blood corpse hurriedly retracted its fist and turned to run.

Wu Xie and the others were dumbfounded; nobody had expected this result.

Another look—it had scared away the Corpse Beetle before, and now it had scared away the Zombie.

Forget about having the same skills as Lin Fan; even if they were just given the same "Lin Fan-style" look, they would be satisfied.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiling delivered a flying kick, and the blood corpse that had been attacking him relentlessly staggered and was kicked to the ground.

The tip of his blade pressed against its throat.

"Don't move."

A woman's voice came from behind.

Zhang Qiling was about to turn his head to see who it was.

The woman said again: "Stay still. If you move again, you'll lose your life."

"Let him go."

Zhang Qiling didn't pay any attention to this sentence at all.

"Did you hear me? Let him go, or I'll really take action."

Zhang Qiling gripped the xuanwu saber even tighter.

From those few sentences just now, he could roughly guess the woman's identity.

If he wasn't mistaken, she should be the A-Ning that Wu Xie had mentioned.

Wu Xie spoke highly of this woman, saying that although she was a woman, she was sharp-minded and agile.

She was a very troublesome opponent.

Zhang Qiling was preparing to turn around and attack A-Ning.

Just at this moment, A-Ning was suddenly grabbed by someone behind her.

No, to be more precise, that thing wasn't human—it was a blood corpse.

It was the same blood corpse that had been scared away by a single look from Lin Fan.

This person used to be A-Ning's subordinate, and could even be said to be her closest comrade.

Feeling that familiar scent, A-Ning froze for a moment and couldn't even bother to struggle.

"Jack? Jack, is that you? Jack!"

The blood corpse suddenly opened its huge mouth, looking like it was about to bite down on A-Ning's neck.

A-Ning hurriedly held onto its chin, "Jack! It's me, A-Ning!"

But the Jack she was calling out to had long since mutated; never mind A-Ning, even if his own mother were standing in front of him, he would still bite her as if she were an enemy.

A-Ning used both hands to prop up the blood corpse's chin and push hard, but that thing's strength was ridiculously high.

For a girl like her to compete with it in strength, ten of her wouldn't be enough.

It looked like that fair neck was about to become meat in the blood corpse's mouth.

At this moment, the xuanwu saber in Zhang Qiling's hand flew out with a swish, hitting the blood corpse right in the shoulder and pinning it directly to the wall.

The blood corpse let out a roar.

The strength in its whole body surged, and long nails grew out from its ten fingers with a tseng.

Its hair was messy, and it looked just like an evil spirit.

It grabbed the blade from its shoulder, pulled it out, and threw it back at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling ducked to avoid it.

In the time it took to turn around, the xuanwu saber landed steadily back in his hand.

Over there, A-Ning was grabbed by the neck by the blood corpse again.

Not only that, but this blood corpse even tore apart another blood corpse.

It was truly devoid of all humanity.

"Jack, it's me, I'm A-Ning! You let go! Let go quickly!"

A-Ning was being choked so hard she couldn't breathe, and she was on the verge of suffocating.

Zhang Qiling brandished the xuanwu saber and slashed again, following it up with a kick.

After this kick, the blood corpse staggered back several steps.

It finally stopped, its eyes turning blood-red.

Then, it swung its fist and pounced towards Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling's brows furrowed tightly.

The strength of the blood corpse in front of him had suddenly surged significantly; even he found it tricky to deal with.

He had no idea what was going on.

A-Ning knew clearly in her heart that the Jack in front of her was long gone.

He wasn't just trying to kill her now; even his own younger brother, Xiao Qi, had died at his hands.

When Jack was alive, he had been poisoned, and if that poison flared up, a person would completely lose their reason and turn against everyone.

Who could have imagined that after becoming a blood corpse, he would be even fiercer and more ruthless?

A-Ning had a sudden realization—she had brought quite a few people down this time.

If they ran into this blood corpse, she was afraid not a single one of her brothers would make it out alive.

Thinking of this, A-Ning felt a chill down her spine, and she hurriedly drew her gun, aiming it straight at the blood corpse.

But her hand just wouldn't stay steady; it kept trembling.

After all, that was a brother she had once risked life and death with; making her pull this trigger felt like a knife cutting into her heart.

"A-Ning, you cannot go soft, absolutely not," she said to herself, gritting her teeth.

"He is no longer the Jack you knew. If he doesn't die, you and the brothers you brought down here will all die here."

She took a deep breath, gripped the gun with her other hand as well, and held the body of the gun steady.

In the scope, the blood corpse was locked in a fight with Zhang Qiling.

A-Ning's finger rested on the trigger, and she was about to pull it.

But at that very instant, her vision suddenly went black.

The blood corpse, which she had been aiming at perfectly, suddenly blurred into several shadows.

A-Ning shook her head hard, forcing herself to stay awake.

She had to blow this monster away right now, or she didn't dare think about the consequences.

"Bang—" The gun fired.

The moment the golden bullet shot out from the muzzle, A-Ning bent over, gasping for air.

She knew clearly that the Corpse Beetle poison in her body was likely no longer suppressible.

Earlier, to save a teammate, she had accidentally been bitten by that thing; if it weren't for the serum she had taken before entering the tomb, she would have already met the King of Hell.

A-Ning looked up, wanting to see if the blood corpse had been hit.

But at this sight, she froze instantly.

She had missed.

The direction it flew was not towards the blood corpse at all, but straight towards Zhang Qiling.

"Be... careful—"

A-Ning's voice was as weak as if it were being squeezed out of her throat.

Right now, only Zhang Qiling could keep this blood corpse in check.

If he died, she wouldn't survive either.

Plainly speaking, at this moment, Zhang Qiling was her only teammate.

And Jack was an enemy who could take her life at any moment.

Zhang Qiling had already sensed the danger approaching from behind, but he was too entangled with the blood corpse to break free, and he couldn't dodge.

"Mute Oil Bottle!"

Just then, Wu Xie and the others arrived.

Everyone saw this scene, their eyes nearly popping out.

The speed of the bullet was too fast; even if they wanted to save Zhang Qiling, it was simply too late.

Lin Fan's eyes darkened, and he rushed out like a gust of wind.

Before Zhang Qiling had even steadied himself, Lin Fan had rushed behind him.

Those things came whistling towards Lin Fan.

He raised his hand and blocked it.

"Expert Brother!"

The few people nearby gasped—this was clearly using a flesh palm to block iron weaponry.

Who could believe that a human hand could withstand that kind of attack?

The outcome would surely be the palm being pierced through.

Even if they were lucky enough not to die, that hand would definitely be ruined.

They all knew that Lin Fan's most powerful asset was his hands.

If his hands were gone, not to mention others, even they as bystanders would find it unacceptable.

But the scene that followed left everyone dumbfounded.

Not only was Lin Fan's hand uninjured, but the things that hit his palm had actually shattered into powder.

At the very moment of contact, Lin Fan had used a technique.

He had directly shattered those things into dust.

A-Ning's eyes widened, her face turning pale.

She couldn't help but retreat several steps.

Having traveled north and south for so many years, she had seen many capable people.

But a freak like Lin Fan was the first she had ever encountered.

Not only was he fine after iron weaponry hit his hand, he could even crush it.

Even the top martial arts experts probably couldn't achieve this level.

Zhang Qiling watched Lin Fan's methods, and his fighting spirit ignited again.

His senior was so fierce; how could he drag him down?

He leaped up, delivered a series of kicks, and kicked the blood corpse back repeatedly.

Following that, he raised his hand, brought down his blade, and slit the blood corpse's throat.

Zhang Qiling's martial arts were indeed different now.

Every move carried a trace of Lin Fan's style.

The blood corpse fell, and the surroundings finally quieted down.

Wu Xie walked up to Lin Fan.

"Expert Brother, are you okay?"

That scene just now, he still couldn't believe it.

How could a single hand catch that kind of thing, and even crush it?

No matter how you explained it, it made no sense.

"Xiao Qi! Wake up, Xiao Qi!"

A-Ning held the blood corpse that had been killed by Jack, crying her heart out.

The boy named Xiao Qi slowly opened his eyes.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood; he was conscious now, but he wouldn't live much longer.

"Sister A-Ning, don't be sad... In my current state, death is actually a release."

He wasn't just talking about not looking human or ghost-like.

There was also that unbearable pain.

It was like overdrafting his own life.

The strength he had gained was exchanged for his life.

He felt that the person who designed the Lu Wang Tomb was truly vicious.

They wouldn't even let people die in peace.

First, they gave them powerful strength, then made them kill each other, and in the end, they all perished.

"Xiao Qi, you won't die, believe me."

A-Ning held him tightly in her arms, her lips trembling.

But time gave him no way to live.

The boy's body grew colder and colder, and in the end, those eyes closed forever.