8: Chapter 8: Crisis 8: Chapter 8: Crisis The pair of green hands didn’t let go of him just because of that, still clinging to his throat.
The grey, rigid body pressed close like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey.
The crisp cracking sound from his throat let him know that the bones in his throat were definitely broken.
After his death, Baili An once again felt the long-lost sensation of suffocation.
Baili An didn’t know how far he had flown, it must have been very brief because in just a couple of breaths, his back smashed heavily against the cave’s stone wall.
The stone wall behind him exploded loudly, fracturing rapidly like a spider web.
Baili An winced in pain, the mountain stone behind him shattered by this tremendous force, many sharp fragments pressing against his back as if they were cutting into him.
This collision not only cracked the mountain stone behind him, but also shifted his internal organs uncomfortably.
The cold aura before his eyes made him shudder, his body’s senses becoming extremely sensitive.
Baili An thought that this strike was enough to end his life, but the pain in his body told him that he wasn’t dead yet.
When he opened his eyes, he met a pair of dismal green eyeballs, the whites of which occupied most of the area, with a heartbreaking green in the center as big as dead fish eyes.
Cold, cruel, and bloodless, it was very uncomfortable to look at.
Green corpse hair was still visible on the sides of the face, and he could clearly see several white maggots wriggling within the hair.
The strong putrid smell coming from the other body was unbearable.
Baili An couldn’t help but feel fortunate that he hadn’t woken up with such a visage.
Otherwise, Jiujiu might have chopped him down with a sword long ago, destroying his body before he could even wake up.
Not only did he find it strange, but the green-haired corpse demon also showed a surprised expression on his face, apparently exhibiting a trace of spiritual wisdom.
However, he didn’t rush to attack next.
He had completely subdued his prey, who had lost the ability to resist.
But he still found it strange.
Firstly, the prey before him was very weak, a mere Second Grade corpse demon that had prematurely shed its corpse hair.
Moreover, it exhibited the characteristics of an Absolute Corpse, appearing different from an ordinary person.
To achieve this as a corpse demon was exceptionally difficult.
Thousands of corpse demons would practice painstakingly, hiding in darkness, living cautiously, never daring to appear under the sunlight.
All for the chance to turn into an Absolute Corpse and live among humans.
And yet, this youth could speak like a human and his body was as supple and agile as a normal person’s—how could this not surprise him, and fill him with envy!
By now, he was a Fourth Grade hopping corpse, and penetrating the skin of a Second Grade corpse demon should have been as easy as flipping his hand.
Yet, although his claws had snapped his neck bone, they could not pierce his skin.
Such a small Second Grade corpse demon had such a tenaciously strong body.
The second thing that surprised him was that the scent of blood that awakened him from his slumber floated from the entrance deep into the cave.
A sleeping corpse demon was always ravenously hungry, smelling the long-missed scent of fresh blood, how could it continue to sleep?
The fresh blood naturally came from a little deer, although what emanated from the deer was the scent of animal blood.
But this mountain range, called Kongcang Mountain, wasn’t an ordinary barren range; it was abundant in spiritual energy, an exceptional place.
Over time, the beasts in the mountains also became infused with spiritual energy over the years.
Their offspring often displayed outstanding bloodlines.
Given time, these premium breeds would absorb the spiritual energy from nature and evolve into Demon Beasts.
And then those cultivation disciples would often take them as spiritual pets, as mounts, or partners in cultivation.
This young deer, although immature, was exceptionally intelligent and extremely sensitive to danger.
Naturally, it was one of the premium breeds born of those exceptional animals, its blood was naturally more enticing than that of ordinary humans.
And this green-haired corpse demon was indeed coveting it, intending to capture the deer first and quickly consume the essence blood within it to satiate his hunger.
But when he burst through the darkness, his body, beyond his control, didn’t attack the deer but headed towards the young corpse demon instead.
There was only one reason a corpse demon wouldn’t be able to control its body.
That was being subjected to great temptation, a temptation strong enough to make them lose their reason and control over their bodies, just like a deep craving for blood.
And this desire was even overpowering his instinct to drink blood.
Baili An saw the green-haired corpse demon in a daze, and thought it was an excellent opportunity.
The sword at his waist, the Autumnwater Sword, finally had enough time to be drawn.
He knew the strength of this green-haired corpse demon, from that powerful strike, which he was completely unable to dodge just moments before.
The opponent was at least at the Fourth Grade realm of human seekers, having already transcended being a Mortal Corpse.
This was a corpse demon turned hopping corpse, he was barely at Second Grade, and if he wasn’t careful, he really might end up dead here today.
A chilling sword light shone in the cave, dimming even the campfire’s glow.
The cave began to fill with a damp mist…
Baili An could naturally sense the changes around him, he hadn’t even used any spiritual power within him, and he didn’t need to think to know that the phenomenon was due to the Autumnwater Sword in his hand.
He quickly sensed it and found it was a top-grade treasure.
Baili An couldn’t help but feel a bit more confident.
Without any hesitation, he summoned all the spiritual power in his body.
It was an unbelievable feeling, the spiritual power inside him had been dormant for two hundred_resume
The sword light flourished, turning into a bright white arc, and the moment it was unleashed, the moist vapor in the air quickly condensed into clearly visible droplets.
First came the bright white sword tip, slashing swiftly yet gently, as gentle as water.
Baili An watched dazedly as his own blow cut.
The sword tip gently tore through the green-haired corpse demon’s garments.
Beneath the clothes was the dismal green corpse hair, dense and hard as steel needles, staunchly blocking his sword tip from advancing further.
The green-haired corpse demon bared its teeth in a humanized mocking smile, seemingly scoffing at his audacity.
Baili An felt both angry and helpless.
But it seemed they both had overlooked the most crucial point.
The clear water curtain formed by countless droplets following the sword tip.
The water curtain converged towards the gentle-looking sword tip, making it look even softer.
But softness didn’t mean it lacked a trace of lethality.