Seeing this, Bai Zisheng angrily said:
"Damn you, can’t you play fair?"
Zhang Quan sneered, disregarding him, and kept shaking the copper bell in his hand.
Mo Hua watched the copper bell intently, then pointed with his small hand and loudly said:
"There’s a Formation within the bell, Brother, snatch his bell!"
Zhang Quan was startled.
Bai Zisheng’s eyes lit up, and without bothering about the Walking Corpses, he teleported with his movement technique and thrust out with his spear, trying to knock the copper bell from Zhang Quan’s hand.
Zhang Quan hastily retreated, avoiding Bai Zisheng’s spear, and immediately put away the copper bell, cursing inwardly.
This kid’s eyes are really sharp!
Dammit!
If this keeps up, he’ll probably see right through to his underwear!
He couldn’t drag this out any longer.
Zhang Quan dared not expose the copper bell anymore, but instead kept it hidden in his sleeve, quietly shaking it to activate the Self-Destroying Formation of Walking Corpses and to drive the Iron Corpse to protect his escape.
Bai Zisheng wanted to stop him, but with the Iron Corpse in the way, he couldn’t.
The scene became chaotic for a moment, and Zhang Quan finally managed to escape.
Before leaving, Zhang Quan looked back at Mo Hua, recording the new and old hatreds in his heart.
He said with a dark tone:
"Little devil, I will remember you!"
"One day, I will kill you, refine you into a zombie, and keep you by my side to serve me tea and water, toil like an ox or horse, and be enslaved by me for life!"
After saying this, he ran off, not giving Mo Hua a chance to retort.
He was afraid Mo Hua would say something else that he couldn’t withstand. Enjoy new chapters from empire
In this regard of infuriating people, he admitted he couldn’t compare to this kid.
Mo Hua curled his lips and muttered:
"Runs after cursing, what a coward."
He had already thought of what insults to hurl, but Zhang Quan ran too fast for him to get a word in.
Mo Hua felt a bit of regret; it seemed he would have to wait for the next time.
Once Zhang Quan escaped, the battle stopped.
After an intensive battle, the mine was left in a complete mess.
Rocks shattered, mine tunnels utterly destroyed.
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The ground was littered with the remains of walking corpses, some of which had their heart meridians gouged out and were twitching unconsciously on the ground.
Zhang Quan took the Iron Corpse away, and most of the remaining walking corpses killed each other, their chests destroyed, with only a few corpses’ chests intact.
Besides that, there were the coffins on the mine.
These coffins should be used for corpse refinement and storage, totaling dozens of them.
The Iron Corpse was hidden in an iron coffin, while most of the other walking corpses were in wooden coffins.
After a fierce battle, Bai Zisheng was also very tired. He took a breath, recovered his Spiritual Power, and then asked:
"Should we continue the pursuit?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head:
"Not in a hurry, let’s cast a long line to catch a big fish."
Bai Zisheng was slightly taken aback, "Are there still big fish? Isn’t Zhang Quan a big fish?"
"There are."
Mo Hua nodded, pointing to the coffins and walking corpses on the mine, "These are too few."
Bai Zisheng opened his mouth, "Are these considered few?"
Dozens of fearless walking corpses, in combination with the Iron Corpse, were likely more than a match for an average cultivator in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.
Although Bai Zisheng’s Cultivation was profound, he too felt tired after fighting to this point, and the consumption of his Spiritual Power was also significant.
If there were more walking corpses, other than fleeing, he would have been powerless.
Otherwise, he would eventually be worn down to death.
Mo Hua frowned and said:
"Zhang Quan has been hiring murderers for decades. In these decades, who knows how many mining cultivators have been killed, and then their bodies..."
"He must be buying these corpses for corpse refinement."