Chapter 367: Help Me!
Wuuu!
Countless attacks tore through the thunder magma and slammed fiercely into the black figure's body.
The surrounding magma was blasted away, leaving the lake momentarily hollowed out.
"We hit him!"
Seeing this, many of the onlookers broke into smiles of joy.
But before that joy could fully blossom, they watched in horror as the black figure stepped forward unscathed.
The sinister black runes on his body pulsed faintly. There wasn't a single scratch on him.
The combined attack of dozens of powerful experts… had done absolutely nothing.
"What terrifying defense!"
Expressions changed everywhere. Eyes widened with disbelief and creeping dread.
They could already tell—this silver corpse was not the same as the others they had faced.
While everyone was still shaken, the black figure's eyes suddenly glowed with intensified demonic energy, and from his mouth erupted a strange and bone-chilling screech.
Whoosh!
With the high-pitched cry, the figure shot forward like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he appeared among the group that had just attacked him.
The shadows of his movement remained behind as his real body flashed through their ranks, appearing behind them in an instant.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
As the black figure reappeared behind the group, their bodies suddenly froze.
A moment later, blood erupted from their throats. Each of them had a fist-sized hole through their necks, demonic black energy swirling at the wound.
Within seconds, that black energy devoured their very souls.
AHHH!
Screams of agony echoed—then abruptly ceased.
Dozens of bodies plummeted into the Thunder Lake.
Hiss…
The watching crowd gasped, faces pale with horror.
Those had been dozens of experts at the Great Completion of the Life Profound Realm!
And they were slaughtered in an instant. A one-sided massacre.
It was at this moment that the crowd truly understood—the strength of this black figure had reached a terrifying level.
Hoo... Lin Dong exhaled deeply, stunned by what he had just seen.
"Let's get out of here," Lin Fan said calmly.
Without hesitation, the trio turned and shot toward the surface of the Thunder Lake.
Just as they retreated, the black figure who had just annihilated the attackers flickered.
In his pitch-black eyes, a trace of confusion suddenly appeared.
And then, in a hoarse, barely coherent whisper, the words trembled from his mouth:
"Devour… Ancestral Symbol…"
…
Splash!
Three figures burst from the Thunder Lake, thunder magma cascading around them.
Nearby, a group of cultivators who had only just arrived hovered in the air, clearly preparing to dive in.
Seeing Lin Fan's group surface first, many looked surprised.
Lin Fan turned and glanced at the lake, sensing a horrifying energy rising from the depths.
He knew—many more "powerful experts" would die down there today.
"Big Brother Lin Fan, Big Brother Lin Dong, where are we going now?" Mu Lingshan asked, blinking her big eyes.
Lin Fan was just about to answer when suddenly his gaze sharpened. A surge of thunderous waves exploded from the lake below.
BOOM!
Thousand-foot-high waves of thunder magma roared into the air, crashing down like a thunderstorm and spreading across ten thousand feet of the lake.
The sudden eruption left those about to enter the lake dumbfounded.
And then—they saw figures tumbling through the columns of thunder, flying back and crashing along the shore, vomiting blood.
Panic spread through the crowd. What had these people encountered beneath the lake?
BOOM!
The Thunder Lake exploded again. A towering wave surged into the sky—and at its peak stood a massive figure shrouded in black light.
The evil energy surrounding him dimmed the very heavens.
"What is that?! Such terrifying power!"
Those who had just arrived recoiled in shock.
"Let's go. There's nothing left for us here," Lin Fan said, sweeping his gaze across the area.
Without hesitation, he turned into a beam of rainbow light and shot deeper into the Reincarnation Temple.
Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan quickly followed.
Behind them, Liu Xiangxuan led her Xuan Heaven Palace group away as well.
However, not all left.
Some "brave" cultivators stayed behind, still dreaming of working together to defeat the silver corpse.
The result was obvious: they were all slaughtered—reduced to blood mist, leaving no corpses behind.
After finishing off his attackers, the silver corpse suddenly turned… and began pursuing Lin Fan and his companions.
The few survivors breathed sighs of relief—and perhaps even a little schadenfreude—as they watched him go.
Meanwhile, thanks to a warning from Yan, the spirit of the Ancestral Stone, Lin Fan and the others already knew they were being pursued.
Lin Fan had anticipated this.
He had deliberately drawn the silver corpse away from the crowd in order to purify its demonic energy in private.
He knew the three Little Kings of Yuan Gate were still lurking somewhere, and perhaps other human traitors too.
He couldn't allow the fact that he and Lin Dong could purify Yi Mo energy to become public knowledge.
If it did, the entire Yi Mo race would hunt them down.
And with their current strength, they weren't ready to face that storm head-on.
"Stop."
Suddenly, Lin Fan raised a hand, halting Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan.
Almost simultaneously, the space in front of them twisted—and the massive, black aura-cloaked figure appeared.
Hovering in the air, his pitch-black eyes locked onto Lin Dong.
For a moment, those emotionless eyes quivered.
His whole body trembled faintly, as if caught in an inner struggle.
Then, slowly… he extended one shriveled, blackened hand.
A hoarse, trembling voice escaped his lips.
"Devour… Ancestral Symbol… help… help me…"
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