At this point, Han Li’s reflection no longer bore any resemblance to him. Its body was no different from that of a normal person, but its clothes were in tatters, and its face had decayed to the point that the bone underneath was clearly visible, giving it a zombie-like appearance.

As it plunged its hands toward Han Li, its nails elongated to over a foot in length each, with dense baleful qi clinging to them. 

This is a Corpse Wraith! 

Han Li immediately withdrew his sword, then raised it in front of his own chest to defend himself.

A loud clang rang out as a trail of sparks erupted from the blade of the sword, and Han Li was sent flying back by a burst of tremendous force.

Corpse Wraiths were entities that combined corpses and yin souls. They were undead creatures that could only arise after being trapped in places of immense baleful qi after tens of thousands of years, and they relish in devouring the flesh and blood of living beings.

Corpse Wraiths were already dead,...