Just as he was puzzled and unable to understand, without any warning, another Iron Corpse's eyes moved, its pupils changed slightly, and it opened its ferocious fangs, lunging at Zhang Quan to attack.
This time Zhang Quan was somewhat prepared, and he quickly rolled back to dodge, barely avoiding it.
And this Iron Corpse, just like the other one, stopped after a single attack, its pupils turning dull and lifeless once again.
Zhang Quan's face grew stern as his mind raced.
"What's going on?"
Intermittent loss of control?
Was the Corpse King not well refined, or was there a problem with his Corpse control?
Could it be that because there were too many Iron Corpses, he couldn't control them momentarily, leading to this feign-death situation?
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Zhang Quan was uncertain and apprehensive.
But before he could think further, more Iron Corpses suddenly attacked, lunging from behind.
This time it wasn't just one, but two, each attacking once before stopping, and after a brief moment, the number of ambushing zombies gradually increased to three...
Zhang Quan was hard-pressed to defend himself, and the bite marks from the zombies on his body grew more numerous...
But he was still clueless, utterly unaware of what was happening.
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Lu Chengyun who was controlling the Iron Corpses, smiled malevolently.
And Mo Hua, who had been watching everything, cursed Zhang Quan in his heart for being a fool.
"Lu Chengyun is playing you, How can your brain fail to figure out such a simple thing?"
When Zhang Quan was played by Lu Chengyun to the point of being covered in wounds, he finally realized it.
Someone was controlling these Iron Corpses!
The Iron Corpses were under the control of the Corpse King.
And in this corpse mine, who else could control the Corpse King?
Zhang Quan clenched his teeth and shouted, "Lu Chengyun!"
"You motherfucker..."
"Hiding your head while showing your tail, come out to me!"
By now, Lu Chengyun no longer hid, but slowly came out from behind the altar.
Zhang Quan was taken aback, then said with hatred, "It really is you!"
Lu Chengyun replied calmly, "Brother Zhang, I've been sincere with you, yet I never thought you'd attempt to steal my Corpse King and ruin my grand plan behind my back?"
Zhang Quan looked surprised and confused, frowning as he asked, "When exactly did you find out?"
Lu Chengyun smiled without giving an answer, instead said lightly, "Does it even matter at this point?"
Zhang Quan's eyes twitched.
Indeed, at this point, everything was out in the open, with both parties having torn their facades, engaged in a life-and-death struggle. Knowing these details was meaningless.
Zhang Quan sneered, "Since when did the Corpse King become yours? It was refined using my Zhang Family's bronze coffin and my Zhang Family's methods of Corpse Refinement. It should belong to the Zhang Family!"
Lu Chengyun shook his head, "Brother Zhang, you are mistaken. This Corpse King was made using the body of the Lu Family Old Ancestor."
Zhang Quan scoffed, "What do you mean 'your Lu Family'? You're just a son-in-law who climbed up by clinging to a woman and opportunistically sycophanting. What does the Lu Family have to do with you?"
Those words seemed to strike a nerve in Lu Chengyun.
His eyelids twitched, and his smile became colder. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Brother Zhang, I've long known about your duplicity..."
"I've told you before, everyone has their own ambitions, I don't blame you."
"But you should never have meddled with the Corpse King."
"The Corpse King is not something someone of your caliber can control!"
Zhang Quan burst into mocking laughter, "You are fit to control it? You, who seek after fame and fortune, conduct yourself in sneaky ways, have a spine of jelly, and go around bribing people with Spirit Stones... What caliber do you speak of?"
Lu Chengyun's face twisted as he drew a slender sword. With a flash of the blade, he went straight for Zhang Quan's face.
Zhang Quan spat out a curse and swallowed a Corpse Blood Pill. He underwent Corpse Transformation suddenly, his flesh turned iron-blue and his eyes crimson, and he clashed with Lu Chengyun.
For a time, the sword light was overflowing and the Corpse Qi was rampant.
The surrounding coffins were also shattered into fine dust by the sword Qi and the punch winds.
Mo Hua looked into the distance and saw that the coffin of the little zombie under his control was far enough not to be affected by the battle. He breathed a sigh of relief and then continued to watch.
The two had harbored grudges against each other for a long time, but each had been biding their time. Now that the old resentment had erupted, they spared no effort.
However, Zhang Quan, who had taken pills, was clearly no match for Lu Chengyun, especially since he had previous wounds from being ambushed by Lu Chengyun with the controlled Iron Corpses. At the moment, he was barely holding on.
After fighting for a while, Zhang Quan repelled Lu Chengyun with a punch and thought about controlling the Corpse King to kill Lu Chengyun.
The Corpse King, under his control, constricted its pupils, and its blood color intensified.
But at the same time, Lu Chengyun also moved his Divine Thought, using the Spiritual Pivot Evil Formation to control the Corpse King.
Both were trying to control the Corpse King.
The Corpse King's pupils flickered between brightness and darkness, its blood color deepened and lightened by turns, its killing intent waxing and waning. After a while, it became as motionless as wood or stone, silent and still.
Mo Hua's thoughts stirred slightly.
It seemed that when the control from both sides clashed, and neither could overpower the other, the Corpse King would not help either side.
Unable to control the Corpse King, Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan began trying to control the Iron Corpses through the Corpse King.
Zhang Quan rang a bell, and Lu Chengyun controlled the Formation.
After a standoff, they each controlled a portion of the Iron Corpses.
Zhang Quan managed to control eleven, while Lu Chengyun, being stronger than Zhang Quan, controlled thirteen Iron Corpses.
Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun went back to fighting each other.
And the Iron Corpses they controlled started fighting to the death as well, making the scene even more chaotic.
Mo Hua climbed further up the altar to keep away from the fray.
From atop the altar, Mo Hua peered down to find the situation becoming increasingly clear.
Zhang Quan, already weaker than Lu Chengyun and with two fewer Iron Corpses under his control, naturally fell at a disadvantage.
After a fierce battle, Lu Chengyun's clothes were torn, but his demeanor was collected, and his breath steady.
Meanwhile, Zhang Quan was in dire straits, covered in wounds, panting heavily.
Mo Hua shook his head, thinking that if this continued, Zhang Quan would be finished.
Once Zhang Quan was done for, Lu Chengyun would be unchallenged, making it less convenient for himself to fish in troubled waters.
Perhaps he should help Zhang Quan?
Mo Hua blinked, contemplating.
Sneakily, he made some small moves...
It was also a good opportunity to test whether the Spiritual Pivot Formation he had laid was effective.
Mo Hua's eyes brightened, then he crossed his legs and sat down, holding his breath and concentrating, quietly sensing.
Thus, amidst Zhang Quan's and Lu Chengyun's tumultuous fight, no one noticed an obscure Divine Sense silently connecting with the formation on the Corpse King's chest, stealthily controlling the Corpse King, and using it to control a portion of the Iron Corpses...