But as long as any limbs remained, the Walking Corpses would still struggle toward Mo Hua.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
A Rank-One Walking Corpse only had the strength of the Qi Refinement Realm, nothing to fear, but in large numbers, they were relentless and fearless of death—for they were already dead.
As long as their limbs were intact, they would voraciously crave flesh and blood and kill on command.
Indeed, they were somewhat bothersome.
Soon the Zombies were upon Mo Hua.
Zhang Quan’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
He wanted to see Mo Hua torn apart and devoured by the Walking Corpses.
But with a few unhurried steps, Mo Hua evaded the Zombies’ claws and drifted back gracefully.
A few more Walking Corpses appeared behind Mo Hua, snapping at him.
But they too were narrowly dodged by Mo Hua.
Zhang Quan’s brows furrowed.
He knows movement technique...
This damn kid is so hard to kill!
Zhang Quan smirked, "Fine, keep dodging. I want to see how long you can last relying on that movement technique."
The Spiritual Power of the Qi Refinement Realm will eventually run out. Just one slip or when the Spiritual Power is exhausted, he would become food for these Walking Corpses.
Zhang Quan chuckled sinisterly, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash of golden light.
Startled, he hastily shook the copper bell.
A few Walking Corpses positioned themselves in front of him, only to be pierced through by Bai Zisheng’s spear.
Zhang Quan quickly retreated.
Bai Zisheng sent a few Zombies flying with his spear and then stepped forward, thrusting his spear again.
Zhang Quan had no choice but to retreat further, calling for the Zombies to block the spears.
Bai Zisheng fended off another attack, and launched his spear once more!
After several exchanges, Zhang Quan was forced to continuously retreat, without a moment to ring his bell. The movements of the walking corpses also began to slow down.
Some even stood still in front of Mo Hua, motionless.
The walking corpses were stationary, and so was Mo Hua, who curiously eyed the zombies in front of him.
He wanted to discern exactly how these zombies were being controlled.
Pushed into a corner by Bai Zisheng’s relentless assault, Zhang Quan had no choice but to muster all his spiritual power and use the Earth Escape technique to flee beneath a dilapidated shack in the mine.
There was nothing under the shack.
Zhang Quan stamped his foot, causing the rocks and stones to shift and dust to rise gradually.
Afterward, an iron coffin appeared before him.
Feeling that something was not right, Mo Hua shouted:
"Senior Brother!"
Without needing a reminder from Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng harnessed his spiritual power and thrust his spear at Zhang Quan.
Just then, the lid of the iron coffin flipped open, and a stiff hand suddenly shot out, grasping the tip of Bai Zisheng’s spear.
Bai Zisheng raised an eyebrow, his spiritual power surged forth in a burst of golden light, grappling with the hand.
The iron-blue palm, struck by the golden spiritual power, began to crack and its grip loosened slightly.
Bai Zisheng’s spear broke free as well.
After freeing his spear, Bai Zisheng did not strike again, but instead his gaze sharpened, focusing on the iron coffin.
A moment later, a zombie crawled out of the iron coffin.
This zombie was different from the other walking corpses.
Its skin had not rotted away; instead, it was a blackish-green, seeming as hard as iron.
Its fangs were longer, its fingers sharper, and the aura around its body was all the more formidable.
Mo Hua quickly whispered to Bai Zixi, "Junior Sister, what is this thing?"
When you don’t understand something, you ask.
And asking your junior sister certainly isn’t shameful.
Most of Mo Hua’s knowledge in Taoist cultivation was concentrated on formations; his understanding of other areas was far inferior to Bai Zixi’s.
Even less than Bai Zisheng’s.
Bai Zixi said, "It’s an Iron Corpse, one rank higher than a walking corpse."
Mo Hua nodded vigorously, then lifted his head and said disdainfully to Zhang Quan: