A Shameful Waste

At this moment, the blood aura radiating from the Pseudo-Tier 2 Bronze Corpse was incredibly dense. Even the rotting flesh on its body was stained with a layer of crimson, appearing remarkably tough and resilient.

Evidently, it had killed quite a few cultivators and consumed their blood within a short period of time.

The Bronze Corpse was not like Song Wen, whose physical body could directly convert consumed blood into Essence Blood.

The blood it had consumed had not yet been fully refined. A vast amount of unassimilated blood was still stored within its body, causing its vitality to surge wildly. This mottled, impure state made it closely resemble a demonic cultivator suffering from Qi Deviation.

The Bronze Corpse's pursuit of Chai Bin was clearly an attempt to consume his Essence Blood.

After noticing the group of Corpse Demon Sect and Crimson Blood Sect disciples, its attention shifted to these eight people. It abandoned Chai Bin and charged toward them instead.

The soil beneath the Bronze Corpse's feet suddenly exploded. Its figure shot forward, its sharp fingernails gleaming with an eerie cold light in the pitch-black night.

Its speed was like a spark of fire. Its sharp claws clamped onto the calf of the slowest fleeing female cultivator.

Instantly.

Blood spurted out.

The female cultivator's calf was severed entirely, as if sliced by a sharp sword.

"Ah... Senior Brother Wang, save me..."

Amidst her expressions of pain and panic, her body was hurled to the ground by the immense force transmitted from those sharp claws.

Before she could even land, the Bronze Corpse's sharp claws suddenly clamped around her neck.

A flicker of excitement shone within the Bronze Corpse's blood-red eyes.

Its bloody maw opened wide, exhaling a stench of rotting flesh and blood. Two yellowed fangs sank deep into the female cultivator's fair, slender neck.

Amidst her pleas, pain, and absolute despair, the female cultivator's blood rapidly drained away. She gradually lost her breath, and her body visibly shriveled.

The Bronze Corpse grabbed the female cultivator's head and gave a violent pull.

The female cultivator's body instantly split in two, her torso casually tossed to the ground by the Bronze Corpse.

The Bronze Corpse held her head, which was still attached to her entire spine, flesh and blood clinging to the bone.

It pried open her skull cap and poured the yellow and white cranial matter straight into its mouth.

After swallowing it in two mouthfuls, the Bronze Corpse casually discarded the head.

Through the Black-armored Gu, Song Wen observed the female cultivator's gruesome demise.

He shook his head.

This Bronze Corpse was far too sloppy!

It had wasted at least half of the Essence Blood within that corpse.

Moreover, it did not even devour the female cultivator's soul. What a reckless squandering of heavenly gifts.

Such waste was a shameful sin.

A Black-armored Gu landed silently on the female cultivator's mangled corpse, dragged away the Storage Bag at her waist, and quickly vanished into the dark night.

Simultaneously, another Black-armored Gu dropped Wu Sui's Storage Bag in a relatively conspicuous location.

...

The Bronze Corpse did not continue pursuing the remaining seven cultivators. Instead, it headed toward the dense forest to the front left.

Within its perception, there were three cultivators there. At this moment, they were the closest prey.

These three were precisely the Profound Yin Cult disciples hiding in the darkness, preparing to ambush the Corpse Demon Sect and Crimson Blood Sect groups.

Among these three, two were at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and one was at the ninth layer.

That ninth-layer cultivator was a pale-faced man in his twenties. Despite his youth, he exuded a sinister, eerie aura.

Surprisingly, the pale-faced man did not immediately flee. Instead, he stepped in front of his two fellow sect members.

A three-foot-long ghost-headed broadsword hovered before him.

"Annihilation Slash!"

The pale-faced man shouted lightly. Ghostly energy surged from the broadsword like a roaring flood.

With the speed of sudden thunder, it rapidly slashed toward the Bronze Corpse.

Clang!

The ghost-headed broadsword struck the Bronze Corpse's bare chest, emitting a piercing, crisp sound as if it had hit refined iron.

The Bronze Corpse was completely unscathed. Its figure only retreated half a step.

It seemed thoroughly enraged by this strike. Corpse Qi swirled around its entire body, and the sparse white hairs on its head fluttered without wind.

"Roar!"

The Bronze Corpse opened its mouth wide and let out an angry roar. With a ferocious face and terrifying green visage baring its fangs, it charged again.

Seeing that his full-strength strike had accomplished absolutely nothing, the pale-faced man was utterly shocked. After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, a surge of ghostly energy erupted from his body, wrapping around a fellow sect member behind him who was just preparing to retreat.

"Senior Brother Chen, what are you doing?!"

The ghostly energy acted like a thick rope, tightly binding that Profound Yin Cult disciple. Amidst his panicked shout, the energy fiercely whipped him backward, hurling him directly at the Bronze Corpse.

The pale-faced man took this opportunity to turn and flee toward the exit.

Faced with food delivered right to its doorstep, the Bronze Corpse naturally had no reason to refuse.

The Bronze Corpse grabbed hold of that Profound Yin Cult disciple's head, and amidst his terrified screams, bit through his skull in a single crunch.

It did not remain idle while consuming the Essence Blood. It tore off the man's two arms and hurled them like weapons at the fleeing pale-faced man.

Hearing the sound of tearing air behind him, the pale-faced man didn't even turn his head, merely continuing his frantic sprint.

A massive amount of Yin energy surged from his body, condensing into a pitch-black shield behind his back.

Bang! Bang!

The two arms smashed against the Yin energy shield, instantly exploding into two clouds of blood mist.

Driven forward by the immense impact force, the pale-faced man stumbled and nearly fell. A metallic taste filled his mouth, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The injured pale-faced man didn't dare to pause for even a second, continuing his desperate flight toward the exit.

Chen Xiuming and the others standing beneath the secret realm exit had now fully realized the Bronze Corpse's terrifying power.

The seven of them exchanged glances and tacitly flew toward the exit above their heads. With a flash of white light at the portal, all seven vanished from the secret realm. Unsurprisingly, not a single one of them offered to lend a helping hand to the pale-faced man.

The other Profound Yin Cult disciples hiding in the dark had also vanished without a trace, never once showing their faces.

Ultimately, the pale-faced man failed to escape the Bronze Corpse's pursuit. Less than a hundred meters from the exit, he was dismembered, his blood drained, and his marrow devoured.

The Bronze Corpse lifted its terrifying face, stained with blood and cranial matter. It gazed at the pitch-black exit above, its pupilless eyes flickering with an eerie red light.

After a moment, the Bronze Corpse seemed to understand that this black hole was the exit to the secret realm. It stood motionless below the portal, lying in wait for any prey that might approach.

Song Wen tucked the three Storage Bags brought back by the Black-armored Gu into his robes.

Looking at the Bronze Corpse standing imposingly at the mountaintop like an immovable force holding a narrow pass, he shook his head.

A dead corpse was still just a dead corpse. No matter how much power it possessed, without evolving sufficient intelligence, it would never amount to much.

The Bronze Corpse appeared to be the strongest existence in the secret realm, and any cultivator would find it difficult to inflict effective damage upon it-but that was only in a one-on-one fight.

If the remaining cultivators in the secret realm were pushed into a desperate situation and forced to unite...

Even this Pseudo-Tier 2 Bronze Corpse would not be able to withstand their combined might. It would ultimately only meet its end.

Throughout the rest of the night, the area around the secret realm's exit remained utterly quiet. It was so still that it seemed the slaughter from earlier had never even happened.

The Bronze Corpse was like a night watchman, standing solitary on the mountaintop, eternal and unmoving!

It remained there until daybreak, when less than three hours were left before the secret realm's exit closed entirely.

The cultivators who had been dispersed throughout the secret realm seeking Fated Chances began to gather, and those hiding in the dark finally started to show themselves.

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