C65 (1/2)

A corpse stood up, stirring up strong gales in all directions. The air currents were mixed with a cold aura, causing the space to distort slightly.

Its face was repulsive, and its entire body was shriveled, appearing somewhat wooden. One could not discern even a hint of emotion from it, as if it was a corpse standing on the spot.

Phew...

Although it was surrounded by vines, its movements were not restricted by anything. It stomped on the ground and charged forward, bringing with it a large amount of vines and mud.

Feeling the fierce aura coming from behind him, Lin Qi ran very fast. He could not help but feel goosebumps all over his body, the Prison Corpse was too powerful, the strength of the Prison Corpse he encountered was obviously comparable to a Heaven Smiting Stage warrior, he could not defeat it no matter what.

The prison corpse was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was already not far behind him. In the next moment, it directly pressed against his back.

Both feet landed on the ground and with another stomp, he used his head as a weapon and rammed forward. It was an unstoppable force.

Lin Xing was caught off guard and was sent flying several dozen zhang away. His chest struck a large tree and he felt as if several of his ribs had been broken. The tree swayed uncontrollably.

The Prison Corpse that was wrapped in vines jumped over. Its appearance was a little funny, but Lin Xing couldn't bring himself to laugh. He leaned against the tree with a shocked expression and his heart sank.

Boom …

The Prison Corpse stopped its death-like jump and flew out, once again using its head that was as hard as steel to strike at it. When it was just inches away from Lin Xing, a huge golden arc of lightning suddenly came down from the sky, directly striking its body.

The corpse was struck by the lightning and fell to the ground. His entire body was covered in green smoke and even the vines were turned to powder. The wind blew on them. He raised his head again, and his shriveled face finally revealed a trace of fear.

Looking back at Lin Qi, he could see a ball of golden energy gathered in his palm. He let out a breath, and the energy expanded with the wind, turning into a ball of golden light that enveloped him, making him look like the incarnation of a child of the sun.

Although the corpse did not have eyes, but once its skin was exposed to the golden light it began to emit green smoke and a burnt smell. It didn't dare to move forward as it was forced back ten meters. He looked bewildered.

In that instant, Lin Xing's two fingers pressed down and another bolt of lightning struck its body. It immediately collapsed to the ground, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air, accompanied by a foul stench.

After suffering heavy injuries, the corpse's dry skin had been burnt dry. All of the fierce aura had been restrained and it did not stay any longer as it began to escape in the opposite direction.

Looking at the green smoke that was left behind on its path, Lin Qi's brows twitched, and he followed closely behind.

The plot was reversed, and the hunted became the anti-pursuers.

Lin Qi was puzzled by the appearance of this corpse. Curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but chase after it, wanting to find out what was going on.

As for the golden light he released, it was the ”Sky Origin” that he refined from the trump card not long ago. This was the power cultivated by the Dragonrise Branch.

Long Yan, this line in the six meridians unique, advocated going with the sky, reverence the earth, willingly to be a ”mackerel.” (Rookie dog.) Some people said that the dragon's face was the eyes and fangs of the heavens.

And the power they cultivated was extracted from the heavens, so it was called Heavenly Source. Their greatest ability was to summon the wind and rain, to mobilize all the forces of nature.

Lin Xing had heard that existences like the Prison Corpse who risked their lives in adversity were especially afraid of Heaven's Might, so he activated Heaven's Origin Stage to bring down heavenly tribulation, cleverly injuring the Prison Corpse.