Chapter 488: What We Really Have Up Our Sleeves (1/2)
When the Bag of Corpse Refinement exploded, a rain of zombies fell from the sky. Some were already fully undead, while others were still in the process of being zombified. Lu Yun’s pupils constricted slightly as he saw many familiar faces among the collected dead; most were geniuses from the Sovereign Arena and Sovereign World.
Compared to him, the other immortals nearby were numb to this revelation. The Corpse Refiners had slaughtered every genius they could find of late, arraying the rest of the world against them. In the world of immortals, the number one demonic sect was no longer the Star Demon Sect, but the Corpse Refiners!
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“How dare you destroy my treasure!” Jiangchen Xie’s face contorted with fury. Bags of Corpse Refinement were very important to the Corpse Refiners, and his bag in particular was superior-grade—far better than all of the others. There was no bag like it in all the sect.
“You’re the current master of Violetgrave!” Suddenly, he noticed the bewitching violet glow in Lu Yun’s right hand. “Everything you have today is owed to that sword… which means you’ll be dead, sooner or later. I have no need to quarrel with you!”
The genius changed his mind upon seeing the sword, abruptly no longer interested in dueling Lu Yun. The Corpse Refiners’ special heritage retained records about the sword named Violetgrave.
The evil blade had a habit of elevating its master to the peak of the world, beyond the heights of mortal reach. However, the moment of their greatest triumph was also the day of their demise, for they would be devoured as a sacrifice to the sword!
Jiangchen Xie already saw Lu Yun as a dead man. What reason did he have to fight someone like that? More importantly, someone who reached their level of strength relying on an artifact like that had no right to be his opponent.
Even a pig who wielded Violetgrave would be able to dominate the world… for a time. Like a shooting star, they were destined for short-lived glory and would soon be out of sight, out of mind.
“Get out of my way!” Snorting, Jiangchen Xie repelled the charging Lu Yun with a Corpse Refinement Formation formed from three hundred sixty-five formation flags.
A roiling stench of death buried the Dusk capital in a noxious shroud. Jiangchen Xie was attempting to refine every living thing in the city into a zombie!
“No!” the Fangyang youth screeched angrily. “That’s the most powerful Corpse Refinement Formation the Corpse Refiners possess. He’s going to turn us all into zombies!”
The Corpse Refiners never had true allies for long. Anyone who left their backs open to them would become battle zombies by their side. In the eyes of the sect’s disciples, zombies were the only trustworthy comrades they had.
“Break the formation!” The nine lords and thirty-six champions were no longer interested in killing or ganging up on Zhu Yan and Yue Longsha. They were one consolidated force, drilling as hard as they could into the dome choking the city.
Alas, the Corpse Refinement Formation was far too strong. Even Lu Yun couldn’t come up with a way to defeat it immediately from his position outside, much less the trapped cultivators.
Splash!
A loud sound of sloshing water broke through the din as a barrier of black water and pristine white mist slowly rose into existence, covering the Dusk capital in a protective membrane. The corpse odor of the Corpse Refinement Formation was shunted aside by the aqueous defense.
Bare feet tucked under aged white robes slowly descended from the sky, the owner of which was a young girl with a subtle bloody glimmer in the depths of her eyes. Eighteen black flags fluttered by her side, glowing with the same shade of faint crimson. These were the source of the endless stream of water and mist.
Diexi!
The zombie king, Diexi.
She was now at peak peerless immortal and could pluck an aether dao fruit anytime she wanted. The eighteen foreboding flags that flanked her were eighteen formidable zombies, all of which had submitted to her command.