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The maneuvers were cruel and the timing was precise.
At this moment, Lu Chengyun's entire attention was focused on the Spirit Pivot Formation on the chest of the Corpse King. Guilt-ridden and fearful, he was repenting to the heavens, so he was somewhat caught off guard.
However, the strength of the Iron Corpse was, after all, inferior to that of the Corpse King, which had undergone Half-Bronze Corpse Transformation. Its movements were also a bit slower, giving Lu Chengyun a chance to escape.
Feeling the danger, he immediately moved to the side, dodging a claw aimed at his heart meridian, and then ducked his head to avoid a slice aimed at his neck.
Even so, his hair bun was still sliced off.
Lu Chengyun, with his hair disheveled, was in a pitiful state.
He looked at the two Iron Corpses with a face full of terror, retreating continuously as he pleaded,
"Elders, spare my life!"
These two Iron Corpses were indeed the Elders of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect in their previous lives.
After death, Lu Chengyun had dug up their graves and turned them into zombies.
Thinking that it was the ancestors of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect coming for his life, Lu Chengyun was scared out of his wits.
But then, a thought struck him, and he realized something was amiss.
Somewhere in the darkness, he could sense a Divine Sense, using the Corpse King as the hub, pulling at the two Iron Corpses!
This Divine Sense was profound, elusive, and carried a hint of familiarity.
"Someone is up to mischief, trying to take the opportunity to kill me!"
Lu Chengyun's eyes turned cold. He traced this Divine Sense and then, with a fierce look, suddenly released a burst of Sword Qi, aimed straight at the open space beside Yang Jishan.
The Sword Qi was about to strike the ground.
Suddenly, a young man in white holding a long spear appeared. He stood with his spear horizontal, his aura surging forth to block the attack and dissipate the Sword Qi.
This young man in white was none other than Bai Zisheng.
Lu Chengyun was inwardly alarmed.
A mere Qi Refinement Cultivator had blocked his sword strike, a strike from a Foundation Building Cultivator!
When Bai Zisheng stepped back, a small figure also became visible behind him.
With features as refined as a painting and eyes as bright as starlight.
It was Mo Hua.
Lu Chengyun was stunned and then his expression changed dramatically,
"You're not dead?!"
Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and smiled, not responding.
Lu Chengyun's eyes flickered, and then his expression shook, as he exclaimed in disbelief,
"Could it be you?"
"You've taken control of my Corpse King?"
Upon hearing this, everyone, including Yang Jishan, was shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Mo Hua.
But Mo Hua shook his head and corrected him, "Not 'your' Corpse King."
Then with a grasp of his hand, the Formation Patterns on the chest of the Corpse King suddenly brightened, extending pale blue Spiritual Threads that gradually spread over the entire body of the Corpse King.
"It is now my Corpse King!"
Lu Chengyun's face turned pale with fear, "No!"
He immediately concentrated all his efforts, desperate to regain control over the Corpse King by activating the Spirit Pivot Evil Formation with all his might.
Bloody Formation Patterns emerged on the chest of the Corpse King.
Red Evil Power, like blood threads, began to spread outwards as well, entangling with the pale blue Spiritual Threads, battling and extinguishing each other continuously.
The Corpse King, caught between the red and blue strands, struggled back and forth, roaring hideously.
On its chest, the two opposing colors of Formation Patterns, good and evil, light and dark, alternated.
In just a moment, the blood threads were suppressed by the Spiritual Threads, crumbling away step by step.
The Evil Formation on the chest of the Corpse King gradually dimmed as well.
Lu Chengyun broke out in cold sweat, feeling his Divine Sense weakening. The Evil Power blood threads born from the activation of the Spirit Pivot Evil Formation also weakened.
Meanwhile, the Spiritual Power threads continued to flow unceasingly, filled with abundant Divine Sense Power!
Lu Chengyun felt it was inconceivable.
He realized a terrifying truth:
Mo Hua, the little devil, was not only proficient in the Spirit Pivot Formation, but his mastery of the Formation far exceeded his own, and even his Divine Sense was overwhelmingly more powerful!
How could this be possible?!
He was just at the eighth level of Qi Refinement!!