"Stay in here. I'll go out first."

Xu Fan instructed the soldier seriously, then raised his sword and walked outside.

Stepping out of the house, not far ahead, flames flickered, and those Heavenly Witch Sect followers who were previously fearful, now had gained some confidence.

They were no longer afraid, and even looked at Xu Fan with gloating eyes.

The source of their newfound confidence and courage was obviously the man leading them at the front.

Without needing to ask, Xu Fan could guess that this guy was Azanmu.

After playing with Cheng Baiye for so long, he finally met the real leader, leading Xu Fan to scrutinize him.

A glance revealed that this guy's Cultivation Level was indeed not low.

Upon probing, Xu Fan couldn't discern the depth of his Cultivation Level.

"Which kind of Luocha are you in your Heavenly Witch Sect?"

White, green, blue, purple, red—Heavenly Witch Sect elites refer to themselves as Luocha, growing stronger from white to red.

This guy's Cultivation Level might have reached Entering Dao; Xu Fan estimated that by seniority, he should at least be at the Blue Luocha level.

"Hmph, does a dying man have so many questions?"

Upon hearing Xu Fan's question, Azanmu looked up and coldly laughed.

His eyes showed a bit of pity, confidently as if looking at a dead man.

"Though it's no big problem to tell you, I'm a Blue Luocha in the sect, but once I capture you, Purple Luocha is just around the corner."

As he spoke, a hint of excitement appeared in Azanmu's eyes.

On the way here, his subordinates already informed him that the young man in front was not only quite skilled in Cultivation Level but also carried the Sacred Object of the Heavenly Witch Sect, the Jade Silkworm.

If he were to capture him, how could he not reap benefits?

Eyeing Xu Fan, Azanmu placed a hand between his lips and teeth, and a bizarre whistle sounded.

Simultaneously with the whistle, that eerie woman's laughter resounded again.

Hearing it, Xu Fan's heart skipped a beat...

Under the moonlight, a figure darted out of the woods, rushing toward them at an alarming speed!

She leaped and landed directly in front of Azanmu in an instant!

She was a short-haired woman, her features rather delicate, but her current appearance made one's blood run cold.

She hunched over, her hands forming claws, staring at Xu Fan with a frenzied gaze! Like a predator eyeing prey!

Within her opening and closing maw were several sharp green teeth, dripping saliva.

The gurgling from her throat sent waves of eerie, menacing laughter into the night...

Even the zombies from those Western movies were not as terrifying as this woman before him.

Xu Fan now looked expressionlessly at the pair of eyes glowing red, slowly clenching his fists.

This was his first meeting with this woman; such a scene, Xu Fan really didn't want it.

Had these unexpected events not happened, she should have been nestled in Zhang Shicun's arms, perhaps even sweetly smiling, calling him brother alongside Zhang Shicun.

"..."

The seed of anger slowly kindled within him, and Xu Fan took a deep breath, looking over towards Azanmu.

He couldn't begin to imagine what kind of pain this guy had brought onto this woman...

Transformed into a Living Corpse, would her murderous consciousness still remember a man holding a ring, awaiting to walk into the chapel with her?

The soldier earlier had already contacted Zhang Shicun and his group; it wouldn't be long before Zhang Shicun arrived.

When he arrives here full of hope, only to find his fiancée in this state, can he still stand firm?

"Phew..."

Xu Fan took a deep breath; he didn't know, he didn't have any answers to all of this.

All he knew was that at this moment, he wanted to kill!

"Tsk tsk tsk, young lad, that look in your eyes is quite familiar."

The surrounding air, as if affected by Xu Fan's brewing anger, grew tense.

Azanmu keenly sensed this change, and coldly looked over at Xu Fan.

Seeing Xu Fan's cold, piercing gaze made his heart grow somewhat excited.

Once, this woman also bore such a gaze.

"Kid, you better steel your heart later on."

Coldly gazing at Xu Fan, Azanmu muttered to himself.

Since he came to rescue, undoubtedly, he knew this woman.

Former friends now turning against each other, Azanmu intently observed Xu Fan, genuinely curious about how conflicted his emotions must be!

Could he bear to strike?

Could he bear to wield his hand?

The Blood Spirit Corpse had already lost all consciousness.

Even if he hesitated, this woman would not.

Compared to a usual Living Corpse, a Blood Spirit Corpse was several times stronger!

A lot of materials and money were spent to refine this woman into a Blood Spirit Corpse; even thinking back, Azanmu felt a pinch in his heart.

That being said, despite the pain, the successful creation of a Blood Spirit Corpse also brought a sense of accomplishment.

To completely extinguish her humanity and awaken the Blood Spirit Corpse traits within her, in recent days, Azanmu had led her to massacre several villages surrounding this area!

Over a thousand lives, the thrill of bloodshed, her now blood-red eyes already attested: the Blood Spirit Corpse was complete!

Thinking of the painstaking efforts of these past days, Azanmu licked his lips excitedly.

He couldn't wait to witness his Blood Spirit Corpse draining this boy's blood dry!

"Hmm?"

Growing impatient, just planning to command the Blood Spirit Corpse to attack, when he saw Xu Fan not far away, carrying a sword approaching actively.

This proactive move puzzled Azanmu, causing some confusion in his eyes.

Could this guy really bear to fatally strike an old friend?

"Attack now!"

No longer having time to figure out the reason, Xu Fan now rushed forward, his speed suddenly quickening, charging directly toward them!

Azanmu dared not be negligent, giving a low roar, he ordered the Blood Spirit Corpse to counterattack!

"This!"

The Blood Spirit Corpse let out a growl, pouncing toward Xu Fan like a tiger pouncing!

The speed was so fierce it drew breaths of amazement from the surrounding Heavenly Witch Sect followers!

This speed, had it been aimed at themselves, their throats would already be torn by the Blood Spirit Corpse!

In an instant, the Blood Spirit Corpse had closed in on Xu Fan, and seeing his treasured creation roar as it lunged at Xu Fan, excitement welled up in Azanmu's eyes!

"What?"

But just as his smile began to form, a sudden development caused it to freeze on his face.

The smile, at this moment, seemed extremely awkward.

Xu Fan, who was supposed to be entangled by the Blood Spirit Corpse, evaded it with ease and pressed forward towards Azanmu!

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