Though unsure why, Zhang Quan still felt a tremendous sense of relief. He immediately stood up, retreated several strides, and left the encirclement of Iron Corpses.
Lu Chengyun frowned.
His Divine Thought moved, and he began to control the Iron Corpses again.
This time the Iron Corpses still moved according to his will, showing no abnormalities.
"What's going on..."
Was it a control conflict, or was there a flaw in the Formation?
Lu Chengyun couldn't figure it out, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart. The priority was to kill Zhang Quan first.
Lu Chengyun once again manipulated the Iron Corpses, resuming the attack on Zhang Quan.
But the subsequent events still defied his expectations.
Every time an Iron Corpse was about to claim Zhang Quan's life, there would be a slight delay, allowing Zhang Quan to escape.
After several instances, Zhang Quan realized what was happening.
These Iron Corpses were showing mercy!
Why?
Why was it that whenever he was on the verge of death, they would spare his life?
Zhang Quan furrowed his brow in thought, then suddenly it dawned on him.
He understood!
The reason the Iron Corpses spared his life at the critical moment was for only one reason:
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It's the ancestors!
In the depths of the unseen, the ancestors are aiding me!
Zhang Quan's thoughts raced urgently.
This Corpse King was cultivated from the bronze coffin of the Zhang Family and the ancestral Corpse Refinement technique, nurtured day and night.
Now, this Lu Chengyun intends to use the corpse of the Zhang Family to kill him, the heir of the Zhang Family.
The spirit of the ancestor in heaven couldn't bear to watch this, thus lending a helping hand in his most perilous moment, leaving behind a glimmer of hope for the Zhang Family.
Zhang Quan was extremely grateful and immediately knelt down to the sky, knocking his head several times, and loudly said,
"Disciple Zhang Quan thanks the ancestors!"
This kneeling stunned Mo Hua as well.
After pondering for a moment and getting over the shock, he couldn't help but snidely think to himself,
You shouldn't thank your ancestors; you should be thanking your "junior" ancestor.
Witnessing this, Lu Chengyun also showed a wary look, his heart slightly chilled:
The Zhang Family truly is a family of corpse refiners with unthinkable methods, to be able to borrow the power of an ancestor to control an Iron Corpse.
He had never heard of such a thing!
Since that's the case, Zhang Quan must not be left alive!
Lu Chengyun raised the thin sword in his hand, the sword light shimmering like water, sweeping across like a curtain, filled with relentless Spiritual Power, striking towards Zhang Quan once again.
Zhang Quan, though still being forced back repeatedly, was now greatly invigorated.
"The ancestors are aiding me! I will not die!"
Indeed, the spirit of his "ancestors" in heaven was protecting him.
Whenever his life hung by a thread, the Iron Corpse attempting to kill him would "fall ill," stuttering in place for a while.
Zhang Quan's face showed even greater joy.
Yet, Lu Chengyun grew more anxious and was even more wary of Zhang Quan's "ancestors."
He decided not to rely on the Iron Corpse but to use his own Taoist Skill and the superior Sword Weapon in his hand to slowly wear down Zhang Quan, intent on slaying him!
But he was so focused on killing Zhang Quan that he unwittingly revealed a large vulnerable spot on his back.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
Now is the time!
With a move of his Divine Sense, he pulled the Formation Pivot. At the same time, one of the Iron Corpses controlled by Lu Chengyun suddenly "defected," its pupils contracting, emitting a blue light, and its claws, swift as the wind, fiercely struck towards Lu Chengyun's back.
This attack was swift, accurate, ruthless, and extremely sinister.
The timing of the opportunity was also just perfect.
Caught completely off guard, Lu Chengyun had no way to defend himself in time!
The Iron Corpse's claw pierced straight through his back, thrusting violently, and after one swift motion, tore his robe to shreds.
Mo Hua's plot was successful, and he smiled slyly, but halfway through his laugh, he heaved a sigh and was filled with disappointment.