Then there was this kind of white-haired corpse. The white-haired blood corpse had long and sparse hair, even carrying a bit of a crystalline glow. In terms of physical strength, it was outstanding even in the Early to Middle Stage of the Crimson Palace Level.

Since Gu Huangzi's true form is a white-haired blood corpse, then... this is not Gu Huangzi!

Gu Huangzi almost never appeared, and the few times he did, it was always in the form of this Profound Armor giant.

From the start, he didn't trust anyone and was setting traps for everyone from the beginning.

Even if someone broke through the encirclement and attacked him with all their might, killing him, they would only have killed a blood corpse!

Just now, the reason his "Soul-Piercing Sword Qi" failed and brought about a scream and a wisp of black smoke was entirely because Gu Huangzi put on a full act, inserting a paper man into the Purple Mansion of this soulless blood corpse.

But a paper man is a paper man, and a blood corpse is a blood corpse.

The paper man doesn't need a body.

But the blood corpse has no Divine Soul.

The paper man dies, but the blood corpse remains unaffected.

The moment Song Yan saw the white-haired blood corpse, he already understood Gu Huangzi's "trick".

As he thought this, his hands didn't stop moving.

His left hand was pressed on the headless white-haired blood corpse that had been pulled out, and he struck again with an "Evil Heaven Gate," swiftly delivering the coup de grâce.

Bang!

The headless white-haired blood corpse seemed to be hit by a shell at close range. Its entire abdomen shattered, but the rest of its body only showed slight cracks, and putrid venom was trickling down with a "drip-drip."

...

Song Yan's gaze shifted slightly, sharp as a knife.

Where exactly is Gu Huangzi's true form?

Is it among those thirty or so white-clothed beauties, or among the twisted, elongated paper figures of strange red males and green females behind them?

Yet, wherever it was, Song Yan knew he was about to face it very soon.

When he unleashed the "Evil Heaven Gate," Gu Huangzi would certainly be briefly stunned by the shock; but when he used the "Evil Heaven Gate" for the second time, Gu Huangzi would surely be ready to act.

Was he being passive?

Yes!

But passive doesn't mean being coerced.

Being passive can be used to one's advantage, turning the tables!

His left hand pounded again and again on the already shattered white-haired blood corpse. Everyone could see... this corpse, now even more tattered than a sackcloth doll, had no fighting capacity left, but Song Yan kept delivering blows.

He seemed relentless and tireless in dealing the final blow, appearing as if driven by fear to do so.

At least Yu Xuanwei, staring in disbelief from within the array shield, thought Song Yan must be afraid.

Because, at this moment, Song Yan's face was full of horror and fear, as if unable to believe that after revealing all his cards and going through so much hardship to kill the enemy, it wasn't actually Gu Huangzi.

...

All around Song Yan were many paper people.

Song Yan felt that Gu Huangzi was hiding among them.

But those paper people were too scattered, spread out all around, and no matter which direction he chased, there was always the possibility of a paper person escaping.

So he needed to bring the paper people closer.

This was his proactive move within passivity.

Catching something like this was already second nature to him.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, in just a few breaths.

In the next moment, circles of white-clothed beauties and elongated paper figures of red males and green females began swarming in, their faces ghostly pale, mouths twisted in eerie smiles, a cacophony of voices mingled together.

Men and women, young and old, all were shouting, screaming, hysterically laughing, exclaiming, "Song Yan, hahaha, Song Yan, hehe, Song Yan, jejeje"!!

The strange voices wove together, like eerie dolls holding hands, spinning around Song Yan; like the sharp gears of some gruesome meat grinder, spinning rapidly toward him.

The sinister atmosphere and terrifying oppression coalesced into an invisible giant hand, whose ten fingers seemed to close, desiring to crush the person in the center to dust!

Song Yan gasped heavily, his demon-like enormous head swiveling left and right, seemingly filled with panic, not knowing where he should strike.

Seeing the paper people closing in, Song Yan seemed to reach a limit of mental endurance, screamed in terror, and tossed away the already ragged blood corpse in his hand.

Then...

It was as if he changed faces...

His gaze turned icy in an instant.

His large sleeves swelled in a moment.

From the expanded sleeve opening soared out a bizarre creature with blood-red eyes, camel head, deer antlers, rabbit eyes, ox ears, snake neck, clam belly, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger palms—interwoven with red and silver, silver on the outside, red hidden within—quickly transforming into a blood mist-enshrouded Silver Armored Demon Dragon.

With a whoosh, the demon dragon flew out of Song Yan's sleeve, and like a magic trick, Song Yan disappeared as well, merging entirely with the demon dragon.

The demon dragon flicked its tail and leaped, traversing the void, turning the Misty Sea into a Vast Sea, waves rising dozens of feet high, crashing heavily onto the Luoxia Bamboo Island.

And this demon dragon, made of Sword Evil Qi, had already arrived at the farthest paper person.

It was a green, elongated, blush-cheeked, peculiar paper figure.

Boom!!

The Sword Evil Demon Dragon charged directly through the strange paper figure, devouring with Evil Qi, overwhelming with Sword Qi, and with one clash, the paper figure shattered.

The demon dragon's momentum did not cease, spiraling rapidly, and amongst its swirling, the ring of paper people that had gathered and charged... were all torn to shreds.

It was as if torn white paper thrown into the air, swirling everywhere in a flurry, like colorful butterflies with clipped wings caught in a hurricane.

The demon dragon circled once and cleared the battlefield.

After the battlefield was entirely cleared, the dragon's gaze immediately fixed on the last "thing."

It was a thin man.

Very thin, very thin, incredibly thin.

So thin that "skin and bones" couldn't describe it.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.