Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

The Nine Netherworld Soul-Slaying Spirit Flame corrodes magical power and burns the divine soul. Even the divine soul power of a Golden Core Stage cultivator can be obliterated, not to mention Qin Fang, who was severely injured and had no power to resist.

As the ancestor representing the highest future of the Qin Family, he finally died.

Before Master Baoxu and two other Golden Palace Sect’s Purple Mansion cultivators, and before the remaining survivors of the Qin Family, he transformed into a human-shaped torch, letting out one final desperate scream, his body burning to ashes, scattering everywhere.

"Collect!"

Zheng Yi unceremoniously flipped his hands, and the Body-Breaking Invisible Sword Qi Sword Array he had deployed in the sky vanished. A chaos-covered gourd appeared in his hand, and a suction force burst from the gourd’s mouth, directly sucking the divine light from the sky into the gourd.

That was the divine soul origin of the Qin Family Ancestor tempered by the Nine Netherworld Soul-Slaying Spirit Flame. Had Zheng Yi not acted swiftly, it would have been burned to nothingness in a moment.

The Purple Mansion cultivator’s divine soul power metamorphoses, and its origin is precious. He couldn’t bear to waste it and immediately collected it.

The fierce battle seemed to have ended in just a few breaths. On one hand, it was because Zheng Yi’s Little Five Elements Yin Yang Dao Embryo was incomparably powerful, being an innate Combat Body. On the other hand, it was because the Qin Family Ancestor Qin Fang was caught off guard by Zheng Yi’s attack during his severe injury and died unwillingly without having any chance to react.

While Zheng Yi emerged victorious here, his external incarnation, the Nether River Daoist, was indeed under enormous pressure.

Intercepting three Purple Mansion cultivators alone, and one of them being a Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator, if it weren’t for Nether River Daoist being such a Nine Netherworld creature formed from the Blood Lake and Blood Spring, even Zheng Yi’s true self would have already been dead by now.

Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded in his ear, and a bloody figure shot down from the sky, exploding with a rumbling blast, a terrifying wave of blood radiating within a kilometer radius, and then rapidly contracting, instantly reconsolidating into humanoid form.

When Zheng Yi looked, he was startled to find that the Nether River Daoist, after being blown apart into a mist of blood, reformed again.

But now, his entire body was a bloody mess, most of his bones shattered by a horrifying force, and even the blood river streaking across the sky was blasted into pieces.

Despite the fact that the Nether River Daoist suppressed two Purple Mansion cultivators with the power of three hundred Asura Blood Rivers, demonstrating the terrifying demon might of a Blood River Great Demon, appearing nonchalant, he was actually under tremendous pressure.

With Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator Master Baoxu making his move, even the full force of the Asura Race’s Blood River couldn’t withstand such a terrifying impact.

Facing one against three, dealing with a Purple Mansion Perfection Realm cultivator like Master Baoxu alone would give Zheng Yi considerable trouble, not to mention sustaining such a prolonged period; the Nether River Daoist’s strength was formidable indeed.

If it weren’t for the traits of an undying Blood Sea and an immortal Nether River stalling the three Purple Mansion cultivators of the Golden Palace Sect, Zheng Yi would have had no time to deal with the Qin Family Ancestor Qin Fang and would have already fled pathetically.

He might even have been jointly pursued by the four Purple Mansion cultivators and fallen into a desperate situation.

After all, the opponents were formidable beings, transcending the Purple Mansion Realm.

Both originally being one, Zheng Yi regained his senses and realized that although the Nether River Daoist’s injuries appeared dire, they hadn’t harmed his origin.

Yet, trying to intercept the three cultivators again, especially the Purple Mansion Great Perfection Supreme Elder of Golden Palace Sect Master Baoxu, would likely be impossible.

The Nether River Daoist had exhausted a great deal, and with all three hundred Asuras severely injured, he probably needed to return to the Doomsday World’s Blood Lake body to recover.

"Junior, courting death!"

At almost that very moment, a harsh shout came from overhead. Looking up suddenly, he saw a gigantic hand, surging with darkness, seemingly enveloping Zheng Yi completely.

Seeing Zheng Yi boldly slaughter the Qin Family Ancestor Qin Fang right under his nose, Master Baoxu only felt disgraced and was extremely displeased. In an instant, he lashed out in fury, causing the mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

"Go!"

Instantly, the Nether River Daoist transformed into a streak of blood light and merged into Zheng Yi’s body. Simultaneously, a powerful horse appeared before Zheng Yi without warning.

This was the previously mentioned Five Yin Hide Horse, which had evolved into the Five Yin Flood Dragon Scale Horse after absorbing a large number of its kind.

This Five Yin Flood Dragon Scale Horse stood three zhang tall and four zhang long, with fiery manes fluttering in the air, dark demon flames slowly burning. Its legs were long, hooves blazing, and its entire body was covered in dense black scales, each adorned with intricate patterns.

The mere presence of its imposing form exuded an exceptionally powerful aura, like a demon emerging from hell, greatly surpassing its former might.

The suppressing giant hand slowly descended, though seemingly slow, it engulfed the heavens and earth, imprisoning all directions, slowing everything down, as the gigantic palm descended like the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha, aiming to completely suppress Zheng Yi.

In the moment of peril, Zheng Yi had no time to care about anything else. He leapt onto the horse, immediately spurring the Five Yin Flood Dragon Scale Horse, and the Demon Horse King neighed, its hooves ablaze with yin fire, akin to a bolt of lightning drenched in endless black fire, charging straight out from beneath the giant palm’s cover.

The speed was unaffected by the terrifying pressure of the descending palm, tearing through the air, galloping away into the distance.

Rumbling!

Almost at the very moment the Five Yin Flood Dragon Scale Horse burst out from under the overcast sky, a terrifying explosion sounded from behind. The overwhelming aura, chasing close behind, induced a sense of terror and dread.