Chapter 65: Imprisoned (1/2)

Edited by RED

As they walked towards Demon Corpses Hill, they smelled something horrible. Even though the full moon was bright, it was dark there. The demon corpses’ Qi smelled so horrible that Lin Feng and Song Zhuang had to put their hands on their noses.

No wonder nobody had managed to accomplish this mission, the smell itself had probably repelled many people as soon as they had arrived.

“If we see a demon corpse, we have to kill it in one strike,” Song Zhuang whispered to Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded and continued walking carefully.

At that moment, Lin Feng heard what sounded like a wolf’s howl.

A dark shadow appeared in their field of vision, running quickly. He didn’t look steady, swinging while running. He was surrounded by a powerful demon corpse Qi, his eyes bloodshot.

When that silhouette got closer, Lin Feng realized that the demon corpse looked exactly like he had imagined. He just didn’t have teeth and was wearing a black robe.

The demon corpse ran unsteadily. He opened his mouth and his arms, halfway up in the air, and he reeked.

Very quickly, the staggering corpse arrived in front of Lin Feng and Song Zhuang. He groaned hoarsely and his his chest with his arms like a gorilla.

“Oh no, he saw us. Lin Feng, run, quickly!” said Song Zhuang. His expression had changed drastically. He threw himself at the corpse, raising a blue sword. He stabbed the corpse, which gave a plaintive cry, turned around, and staggered away.

When Song Zhuang saw that, he was astonished, and even looked worried. He was extremely strong, how come he hadn’t managed to kill a demon corpse that only had the strength of the Saint Emperor layer?

Lin Feng jumped and his God’s Sword appeared. He cut his finger, then he jumped again and landed on the demon corpse, then he stabbed him into the heart from above.

The corpse howled three times. He took a few staggering steps and then collapsed. He had no Qi at all.

Lin Feng used his sleeve to wipe the blood off the God’s Sword and put his sword away.

Song Zhuang looked at Lin Feng in a strange way and asked, “Why were you able to kill him?”

“Uhhh, you understand so much about the demon corpses, I thought you had already seen some before,” said Lin Feng, smiling calmly. He had thought Song Zhuang had experience when it came to Demon Corpses Hill, but he was actually just like him, he just knew a little bit more.

When Song Zhuang heard Lin Feng, he smiled awkwardly, “I wanted to come and see this place myself. I’ve never been here. But I’ve already been to the Desiccation and Desolation Sea, one of the other battlefields of the ancient times.”

“No need to tell me so much. If you want to kill the demon corpses, you need to put your own blood on your sword and then stab them through the heart,” Lin Feng explained.

Song Zhuang understood immediately and sighed, “I had forgotten that blood was a yang-type material and demon corpses are yin-type, both types are antagonistic.”

“Indeed, but I’m not sure it works against strong demon corpses,” said Lin Feng. He hoped they wouldn’t bump into extremely strong demon corpses!

“Let’s continue. That demon corpse was probably calling to other demon corpses before dying!” said Song Zhuang, waving and running forwards. If they wanted to steal corpses, they had to go into the depths of Demon Corpses Hill.

Both ran quickly and looked around at the same time.

At that moment, many cries and howls rose around them. Lin Feng and Song Zhuang’s expressions changed drastically. The cries were getting closer and closer, the demon corpse Qi stank even more.

“Oh no, let’s go back!” shouted Song Zhuang. He wanted to withdraw.

Lin Feng turned around.

But there were many demon corpses in all directions. They all howled as they lurched towards the two of them.