However, Ye Bai learned through the system that the Corpse Speaker can achieve Ultimate Sublimation, temporarily breaking through to Tier Eight.
Moreover, the Blood Demon is lurking underground, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey. If the Blood Demon discovers their siege against the Corpse Speaker, will he intervene?
After all, the saying goes, "The teeth are cold without the lips," a principle that Blood Demon Du Bo should understand.
However, what Ye Bai didn’t know is that Blood Demon Du Bo is a man who stays hidden to the extreme. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on noᴠelfire.net
He is renowned for his meticulous caution in hiding, but he never anticipated that Jiao Mu Jiao would kill his clone without a word.
So, even if he knew the Corpse Speaker was under siege, he would simply hide far away.
As long as he summons the Blood Demon God, it’s enough for a miraculous turnaround.
"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, awaken from your slumber."
Suddenly, the Curse of Death God transformed into endless black mist that seeped into the gravestone.
The soil on the gravestone trembled, and in just a moment, a giant sword flashing with thunder split the gravestone in half.
A ’giant’ over two meters tall, enveloped in thunder, appeared.
His vacant eyes scanned the surroundings, and his consciousness was gradually restoring.
"How strange, wasn’t I dead before?"
"Why am I resurrected again, and what time is it now?"
The thunder giant shook his head.
"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, a Tier Seven powerhouse possessing the Thunder Talent."
"Had you not guarded the South Heaven Gate Fortress, you would have already been a formidable warrior."
"I gave you the chance to be reborn as my Corpse Puppet, to fight on the battlefield for me."
"Now, kill them all."
Before Thunder Sword Li Qinglei could react, countless black threads connected to his body.
"Soul Puppet Threads."
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei’s body began moving on its own.
He charged towards the Light Goddess Butterfly like a cannonball.
Thunder wrapped around the Thunder Sword emitting a booming sound, like a dragon’s roar or a tiger’s roar.
Just as the sharp Thunder Sword was about to pierce the Light Goddess Butterfly’s body, a milky white light shield appeared.
The Thunder Sword pierced the shield, dispersing it like foam, but it had already bought the Light Goddess Butterfly enough time.
Six light spheres expanded once more, and the Divine Light Shines burned against Li Qinglei’s body.
However, Divine Light Shines seemed to have little effect on Li Qinglei.
The Thunder God Armor resisted a portion of the light.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Light Goddess Butterfly flew into the air while Li Qinglei, exhausted, fell heavily to the ground.
The ground bore spiderweb-like cracks, and Li Qinglei’s feet were deeply embedded in the earth.
His vacant gaze fell on the gravestone he had split in half not far away.
"Grave of my beloved disciple Li Qinglei."
Right, I clearly remember I was already dead.
Now have I been resurrected?
Surprise crossed Thunder Sword’s face; he was a Corpse Puppet meticulously crafted by the Corpse Speaker, naturally different from ordinary Corpse Puppets.
His skin had a hint of elasticity.
Thunder Sword could feel that his blood had long dried, and his heartbeat and pulse were gone.
It seems I am nothing more than a dead man, a controlled corpse.
Holy Light descended from the heavens; just as Li Qinglei decided to remove his Thunder Armor to embrace death, a strange rune appeared on his forehead.
The rune twisted like a vortex, from which wisps of black mist emerged.
"It’s useless, it’s useless. You are my most perfect creation, refined into a Corpse Puppet using a Tier Seven treasure—the Curse of Death God."
"Such a treasure, even I feel heartbroken to use. Right now, you have only awakened your consciousness."
"But your body is still under my control."
"You cannot defy my orders."
"My Soul Puppet Threads cannot be undone unless I die."
"I didn’t expect your soul hadn’t ascended to heaven and remained in your corpse."
"I missed the Eternal Songstress but got you instead."
"As long as I invest more resources into you, you’ll become my strongest Corpse Puppet eventually."
The Corpse Speaker cackled sinisterly.
Li Qinglei seethed with anger, but just as he intended to resist, a pressure overwhelmed Li Qinglei’s soul.
His body moved involuntarily.
Ye Bai, through the Eye of True Sight, saw the end of the Soul Puppet Threads—an illusory Death God.
The Death God wore a hooded black robe, with a skull-like head under the hood.
It held a black scythe in its hand.
"Li Qinglei, kill them for me."
"With your Thunder Sword reputation, killing these two won’t even break a sweat."
"Do not disappoint me."
"Sigh, a day’s work was taken all at once."
"You people left me with nothing."
"Becoming art pieces is where you truly belong."
The Corpse Speaker spoke venomously.
His power lies in creating the more Corpse Puppets, the stronger he becomes.
This is the Puppet Master’s brilliance.
Moreover, the Puppet Master can maintain seventy percent of the corpse’s original combat power.
If Corpse Puppets are meticulously cultivated with various treasures and spiritual medicines, their combat strength can even retain ninety percent of their original power.
Not all Pet Beast Masters rely solely on their Pets to fight, with many developing their physique to the utmost.
They can withstand Exotic Beasts with just their physical body.
Like a Tank, like Thunder Sword Li Qinglei.
Just as Li Qinglei was about to continue his attack, Big Gray, wrapped in thunder, appeared.
It swung the Mjolnir heavily towards Li Qinglei.
"Ha, another Exotic Beast comprehending the Thunder God Armor like me."
Li Qinglei raised his Thunder Sword to clash.
The Thunder Sword is actually Li Qinglei’s weapon-type Pet, slightly weaker than Mjolnir.
However, augmented by Li Qinglei’s Talent, the Thunder Sword brimming with thunder was swung fiercely towards Big Gray’s direction.
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei and Big Gray engaged in an aerial battle, both imposing, lightning flashing, like two apocalyptic Thunder Gods chasing each other in the sky.
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, like the Thunder God, swung the thunder-coated sword with unrivaled brilliance, transforming into a Thunder Dragon with supreme majesty approaching Big Gray.
Big Gray, massive like a mountain, clad in Thunder God Armor, punched the simulated Thunder Dragon.
The air split with a shattering sound; the Thunder Dragon shattered immediately, and the punch’s impact hit the ground, shaking the earth, sending dirt and stones flying.
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei dodged Big Gray’s Heavy Punch, standing firmly in mid-air, thunder gathered again with a roar, transforming into countless silver arcs striking heavily towards Big Gray.
Big Gray roared and charged at Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, its fist veiled in thunder, punches swift and relentless like a torrential downpour.
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei moved like lightning, his form flashing as he dodged, then thunder reverberated as silver arcs rained down heavily.
Their dueling moves came in quick succession, dazzling and swift.
Thunder Sword Li Qinglei’s footwork was like lightning cleaving through, and the thunderous sound was deafening.
It had been too long since he last fought .
His current power was around the Peak of Tier Six, enough to contend evenly with Big Gray.
The Corpse Speaker watched Thunder Sword and gazed greedily at Zhang Lingxue from a distance.
"My Muse, I simply cannot wait, I long to bring you into my collection."
The Corpse Speaker laughed menacingly.
His ability was to grow stronger the more Corpse Puppets he created.
As a Puppet Master, he could preserve up to seventy percent of a Corpse Puppet’s combat power.
If these body puppets were meticulously refined with various treasures and spiritual medicines, they could become his most formidable weapons.