123: Chapter 123 Counterattack

Poisoned to death!

These ancient exotic insects, which specialized in devouring Spiritual Qi, had actually been poisoned to death by the Wasteland radiation Origin within the Iron Corpses!

Not only that, but the Iron Corpses' torn flesh, under the immense vitality of the mutated wood marrow, writhed and healed in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a single scar.

With no Spiritual Qi to absorb, flesh that was entirely poisonous, and bones even harder than refined steel.

These fifteen Iron Corpses, amidst this swarm storm that drove cultivators to despair, had become absolutely immune and invincible existences!

Gu Shen watched this scene with wild joy in his heart.

"Without Spiritual Qi, they are not bound by the laws of mutual generation and restraint of the Heavenly Dao."

Gu Shen abruptly formed hand seals with both hands.

Between his ten fingers, the Soul-Pulling Threads, like an extremely precise central network, instantly tightened.

Gu Shen paid no mind to the flying ants filling the sky. He held the black turtle shield above his head, hiding himself completely within the absolute defensive circle of the fifteen Iron Corpses.

In the marsh less than twenty zhang away from Gu Shen.

The only two remaining Blood Fiend Sect demonic cultivators were standing back-to-back, locked in an extremely desperate struggle.

They were frantically driving their blood-colored shields. However, those Spirit-Devouring Flying Ants naturally restrained Spiritual Qi, and under the gnawing of the ant swarm, the shields were becoming dim and thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Senior Brother! My mana cannot hold on! These bugs are absorbing my vitality and blood!"

One demonic cultivator, his face devoid of color, roared in terror. His left arm accidentally exposed outside the shield was instantly enveloped by the flying ants, and a large chunk of skin and flesh was gnawed away.

"Shut up! Swallow a Blood-Explosion Pill!"

The other demonic cultivator's eyes were blood-red as he gritted his teeth, holding on desperately.

Just then, through the dense black ant tide, he saw that bizarre scene twenty zhang away.

That Loose Cultivator at Qi Refining Level 7 was standing on the spot, completely unharmed. Fifteen expressionless "people" were guarding him in the center. The flying ants filling the sky seemed to have encountered a natural predator; not only could they not bite through those people's defenses, but they were dying in droves.

The demonic cultivator saw the remnants of robes and battle damage on the Iron Corpses, and his pupils constricted sharply. But immediately after, his eyes were filled with greed.

"They aren't living people! Those are Iron Corpse Puppets! This brat knows the art of corpse control!"

In this desperate situation, these fifteen Iron Corpse Puppets that didn't fear the insects' bites were his only straw to grasp at.

"Kill him! Seize the corpse control token!"

With a sharp shout, the two of them, like drowning men grasping for a final lifeline, simultaneously bit their tongue tips and spat out large mouthfuls of essence blood.

The blood shields expanded violently, forcibly shaking off the surrounding flying ants. The two turned into two blinding streaks of blood-red light, braving the gnawing of the ant swarm, and charged madly towards Gu Shen!

Twenty zhang. Ten zhang.

Gu Shen, through the gaps between the Iron Corpses, watched the two charging towards him coldly.

There was no panic. No retreat.

His left hand lifted slightly, his ten fingers extended flat.

"Soul-Pulling Threads."

The extremely Yin threads, invisible to the naked eye, instantly tightened in mid-air.

Gu Shen flicked his ten fingers abruptly.

Boom!

The five Iron Corpses blocking the very front saw their ghostly green eyes suddenly blaze with light. Stepping on the dead ants covering the ground, they launched a counter-charge directly at the two demonic cultivators!

"Get lost!"

The demonic cultivator in the lead roared, unleashing a ghost-headed ring-pommel saber emitting intense Evil Qi from his hand. He poured his Qi Refining 9th Layer mana into it without reservation and slashed fiercely at the first Iron Corpse rushing towards him.

Bang!

An extremely dull sound of metal clashing rang out.

The ghost-headed saber struck the Iron Corpse's shoulder, cutting through the flesh, but it got stuck in the muscle and Meridians filled with mutated wood marrow.

"How is this possible!" The demonic cultivator was horrified. This level of strength was comparable to a top-grade defensive Magical Artifact!

It gave him no chance to withdraw the blade.

The Iron Corpse, feeling no pain, directly raised its right hand covered in green tendons and grabbed the demonic cultivator's shoulder in a death grip.

Its ten fingers were like iron hooks, digging deep into the flesh.

At the same time, the other four Iron Corpses pounced like starving wolves.

Extremely barbaric, extremely bloody.

"Ah!!!"

The shrill, miserable scream tore through the mist.

That elite at Qi Refining 9th Layer was forced down into the marsh by the five infinitely strong Iron Corpses. No Spells were used; it was purely physical tearing.

Rip.

Both arms were ripped off by force. The chest cavity was smashed and collapsed by a punch. Internal organs and blood sprayed everywhere, instantly devoured clean by the swarming flying ants.

Instant death!

"Junior Brother!"

The last demonic cultivator following behind was terrified out of his wits.

He never imagined that a Qi Refining 9th Layer cultivator would be as vulnerable as a chicken or dog before these Iron Corpse Puppets! These were not ordinary puppets; these were monsters wearing human skin!

Fear instantly consumed his reason.

He turned abruptly, abandoning the thought of killing, and wanted to flee back into the depths of the mist.

"Since you've already come."

A cold voice rang out abruptly in his mind.

Gu Shen stood where he was, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Soul-Shocking Spike!

An invisible spike crossed the Void Realm and stabbed fiercely into the demonic cultivator's Sea of Consciousness.

The demonic cultivator's fleeing footsteps suddenly stiffened, his eyes lost focus, and black blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

Clang!

The thunder pattern gold-slaying blade left its sheath.

Dark light swirled around the shadow shoes on Gu Shen's feet, and he moved like a phantom, weaving through the gaps between the Iron Corpses.

Thunder light flickered.

The blade edge traced a perfect half-moon in mid-air.

Shhh.

An extremely slight cutting sound.

The demonic cultivator's head soared into the sky. At the charred stump of his neck, the Thunder-Magnetic Force raged wildly, completely obliterating any remaining vitality.

The four Blood Fiend Sect elites were, at this point, completely wiped out.

Gu Shen sheathed his long saber.

He took a deep breath, calming the roiling mana in his body. Micro-managing fifteen Iron Corpses was extremely taxing on his Divine Sense, but the light in his eyes grew increasingly fervent.

"The combat strength of these Iron Corpse Puppets truly did not disappoint me."

He stepped forward quickly.

He pressed one hand onto the relatively intact headless corpse on the ground.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the [Heaven and Earth Furnace] emitted a low rumble.

Pale white void fire swept out.

[Refining complete. Obtained: essence white dew (inferior) x2 drops.]

He put the essence white dew and the two mud-stained Storage Pouches into his Storage Ring. Gu Shen forcibly erased the imprints, and with a rough scan, there were nearly a hundred more Low-Grade Spirit Stones and some Sect Medicinal Pills.

He did not stay long in this place.

Although the ant swarm was wary of the Iron Corpses' toxins and hovered around without dispersing, the longer he delayed, the greater the variables.

Gu Shen flicked his ten fingers in succession.

The fifteen Iron Corpses immediately tightened their formation, firmly guarding him in the center. Braving the flying ants filling the sky, they pushed forward directly towards the deepest part of the mist, in the direction where Xu Yin and Wei Lingfeng had fled.

Those Spirit-Devouring Flying Ants blocking the front were ruthlessly crushed by the Iron Corpses.

A straight black path was forcibly carved out amidst the swarm storm.