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Mo Hua communicated with the Spiritual Pivot Formation using Divine Sense, manipulating the Corpse King, and he instantly felt three forces of domination, co-existing yet disparate, within the body of the Corpse King.
One was the Corpse control method commonly used by corpse cultivators, mediated by the Corpse Controlling Bell.
Another was the Corpse control method of the Evil Formation, with the Spirit Pivot as its core.
The last one was the orthodox Soul Pivot Ultimate Formation Spirit Controlling Method, which Mo Hua himself had set up, of the first rank and twelve Patterns.
These three forces, forming a mutually restraining triangle, opposed each other, and in a short time, none could fully control the Corpse King.
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Mo Hua felt a bit disappointed.
He had wanted to fully control the Corpse King, manipulate all the Iron Corpses, join forces with Zhang Quan to slaughter Lu Chengyun, then turn around and kill Zhang Quan as well.
To use a borrowed knife to kill someone, "one corpse, two lives".
But now with the power divided, Mo Hua was uncertain if he could overcome the Corpse Controlling Bell and the Spirit Pivot Evil Formation, to completely dominate the Corpse King within a short period.
However, this was also within his expectations.
Mo Hua did not forcefully activate the Formation to dominate the Corpse King.
This way, if his strike didn't succeed, he could avoid startling the prey and revealing his own methods left on the Corpse King.
The Corpse King could not be controlled, but the Iron Corpses could.
Like Lu Chengyun, he began to control the Iron Corpses indirectly through the Corpse King.
Within the altar, there were a total of twenty-four Iron Corpses.
Zhang Quan controlled eleven, and Lu Chengyun controlled thirteen.
Mo Hua, by taking advantage of the Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Corpse King's Heart Pulse, surreptitiously transformed a portion of the Iron Corpses that Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun controlled into his own forces.
Mo Hua was subtle in his methods.
Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan were engaged in a fierce battle and thus completely unaware that some of their Iron Corpses had already "defected".
Below the altar, within the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.
Lu Chengyun had the upper hand, pushing Zhang Quan back step by step.
Zhang Quan struggled desperately, his injuries growing more severe, and his controlled Iron Corpses also began to falter.
Lu Chengyun let out a cold sneer and began to manipulate the Iron Corpses, together with himself, surrounding Zhang Quan, determined to kill Zhang Quan to eliminate future troubles!
Zhang Quan must die!
In this world, the only one who could control the Corpse King was himself!
In Lu Chengyun's eyes, a cold light surged, and the power of his Sword Qi soared.
Zhang Quan, after undergoing Corpse Transformation, had a body hard as bronze and iron and managed to block several blows, but he was still pierced through the left shoulder by a sword. In pain, he exposed a weakness and was then sent flying by a punch from an Iron Corpse, crashing to the ground.
With a distant gesture, Lu Chengyun manipulated the Iron Corpses to converge on Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan struggled to rise, but it was too late, and he could only weakly ring the bell, calling a few Iron Corpses to protect himself.
But with his Blood Qi depleted and his injuries severe, he only summoned four Iron Corpses, completely unable to block the onslaught from Lu Chengyun's more than ten Iron Corpses.
In Lu Chengyun's calm eyes, a murderous intent was brewing.
His Iron Corpses, driven by bloodlust, charged straight for Zhang Quan.
Some were intercepted by Zhang Quan's Iron Corpses and tangled up in a struggle, but the rest reached Zhang Quan, their faces ferocious, opening their bloodied maws towards him.
"I'm going to die!"
Zhang Quan was terrified.
As death loomed, he used all his strength to push away one Iron Corpse and then kicked another flying.
But the other Iron Corpses had already pounced close, seizing his limbs with their long sharp claws embedded deep into his flesh, holding him tightly in place.
Another Iron Corpse, its claws swelling, radiated sinister Corpse Poison, aiming straight for Zhang Quan's heart.
If this claw struck, his heart would be pierced, and certain death was guaranteed!
Zhang Quan's eyes bulged with rage, yet no matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.
Just as he was engulfed by terror, the lethal claws of the Iron Corpse about to take his life suddenly stopped.
The sharp tips of the claws were merely a hair's breadth from his chest.
He could even feel the sharp, cold, ancient intent to kill.
Zhang Quan was stunned.
Lu Chengyun was also taken aback.
What happened?
Was there a loss of control?
Zhang Quan, narrowly escaping death, heaved a sigh of relief and then noticed that not only the Iron Corpse in front of him but also several nearby Iron Corpses had stopped moving.