The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Two spiritual giant hands, carrying a surge of icy chill, invaded Luo Hua's mind in an instant, as if to freeze his very thoughts.

At that moment, Luo Hua found himself utterly powerless to resist. He could only instinctively summon a defensive spiritual technique.

A thin shield of spiritual sense formed within his mind.

However, this shield was instantly shattered by the overwhelming force of the giant hands.

After all, this was merely a Golden Core stage spiritual technique—how could it stand against a Nascent Soul stage power?

With a crack, his mind lay completely exposed before the giant hands.

Thump.

Luo Hua's eyes glazed over as he fell to the ground.

With his sense severely damaged, even if he did not become an imbecile, he no longer possessed any fighting capability.

From the moment Luo Hua was attacked to the loss of his combat abilities was merely an instant.

Jin Zhao, Ling Su, and the other five Nascent Soul cultivators' complexions changed drastically.

Luo Hua was, after all, a second-tier Nascent Soul cultivator.

To fall so easily?

The adversary's power was terrifyingly formidable!

Jin Zhao took a deep breath, feeling as if the air were cold blades piercing his lungs.

"Fellow daoists, the surrounding environment is growing colder, and if this continues, our strengths will diminish. Our only chance now is a desperate fight to escape!"

Jin Zhao declared in a low voice.

Ling Su nodded vehemently, "Attack, break through to the mountain base now!"

The five cultivators stood back to back and charged toward the pavilion entrance. However, they had only made it a few steps. The Nascent Soul cultivator at the forefront suddenly paled, instinctively retreating. But his speed was half a step too slow.

The next moment, a horrific explosion erupted. A cold, terrifying thunderous force spread. This Nascent Soul cultivator's body was instantly blown into flying blood and flesh. He only managed to scream a few times before his physical body lost all vitality. He had no choice but to abandon his body and let his Nascent Soul escape.

The face of the Nascent Soul little figure, still terrified by the blast, looked towards the source of the explosion. The neatly paved cobblestone ground had now become a massive crater. Surrounding it were scattered stone chips and flesh.

The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators were both shocked and enraged. They all speculated about what kind of attack it could have been.

At the same time, they looked around with trepidation, fearing another hidden weapon might strike.

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Jin Zhao's expression was grave. "If I'm not mistaken, those were Yin Thunder Seeds."

Ling Su was taken aback, "Yin Thunder Seeds? I recall that those are techniques used by Golden Core demon cultivators. Just Golden Core techniques. How could they harm Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Jin Zhao gave a wry smile, "A single Yin Thunder Seed indeed can't hurt us, but hundreds exploding simultaneously might just manage to. However, the lethality we just witnessed suggests the presence of at least ten thousand Yin Thunder Seeds."

Ling Su and the others were speechless.

Ten thousand Yin Thunder Seeds? How much would Yin Thunder need to refine so many?

Yin Thunder is formed only by the confluence of Thunder Spiritual Qi and Yin Evil Qi.

Within the Northern Cold region, such sinister locations are exceedingly rare. Almost all are under the control of righteous sects like the Golden Phoenix Sect. How could someone refine ten thousand Yin Thunder Seeds?

"Ten thousand Yin Thunder Seeds might be this person's limit. If we break out separately, we can surely escape!"

One Nascent Soul cultivator growled. With that, he charged towards the left.

A light chuckle came from the night.

"You guessed wrong."

Boom, boom, boom!

A vast number of Yin Thunder Seeds exploded all at once.

That Nascent Soul cultivator suffered even more horrendously, his body shattered beyond recognition, his Nascent Soul extinguished amidst the explosions.

"Why seek death? It's a pity to lose a good Nascent Soul like that."

A voice came through the night again, this time tinged with a hint of reluctance.

This voice instilled fear in Ling Su and the others.

Pity?

This person was not lamenting the death of a Nascent Soul cultivator. They were merely regretting the loss of resources.

Clearly, in their eyes, these Nascent Soul cultivators were nothing more than mobile cultivation resources.

Seizing the moment, Jin Zhao silently retrieved a mirror from his storage bag. He suddenly expelled a breath of Nascent Soul essence, casting a spell into the mirror.

The mirror immediately emitted layers of white light, dispelling much of the surrounding darkness.

"Shield me. This treasure is called the Reflecting Mirror, and it can reveal the whereabouts of that person!" Jin Zhao whispered.

Hearing this, Ling Su and the others quickly positioned themselves in front of Jin Zhao.

Jin Zhao lifted the mirror and scanned the surroundings. Sure enough, a faint shadow appeared not far away.

The shadow, caught by the Reflecting Mirror's light, panicked and tried to dodge. However, the light from the mirror had a tracking effect.

No matter how the shadow attempted to evade, its outline was tinged with light, always faintly visible.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, such a degree of illumination was more than sufficient!

"Attack! Destroy this sneaky demon!"

Ling Su and the others roared in fury, expelling the essence of their Nascent Souls to amplify their spells. Spells of fierce fire, violent wind, and pelting hail hurtled towards the shadow!

Boom, boom, boom!

The spells crashed down. The houses and the ground in that area were battered beyond recognition, and even the mountain peak was nearly torn apart.

"The sneaky demon has finally been caught! I used my most powerful spell just now; this person is undoubtedly dead! Let's go, see what this fellow is all about."

The Nascent Soul cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. The ferocious onslaught of spells towards that shadow had drained much of their Spiritual Qi. They needed to catch their breath to recover.

Jin Zhao, observing the devastation nearby, felt a nagging sense of unease.

Was what the Reflecting Mirror showed truly the enemy? The adversary had lurked for a long time, struck with lightning speed killing one and heavily injuring two—how could they die so easily by their hands?

With this thought, Jin Zhao secretly prepared his spells, vigilant for any potential enemies.

As expected, five dark shadows suddenly emerged from the night, launching an assault towards the backs of Ling Su and his two companions!

Besides Ling Su, who instinctively dodged, alerted by a strong premonition, The other two didn't even realize the danger behind them.

By the time they reacted, five life-bound spectral weapons had already smashed into their consciousness.

Thump, thump.

Two lifeless bodies fell from mid-air, hitting the ground with a thud.

Jin Zhao felt a chill in his heart.

Two Ghost Kings! One Corpse King!

Such a lineup was exceedingly formidable. What could possibly be the origin of such forces? It was impossible for Northern Cold to have such powerful figures!

At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

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