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Blood corpses were surrounded by a thin layer of blood mist. Through the mist, one could vaguely see the human silhouette still preserved, with its face largely decayed, eyes collapsed, nose gone, nails sharp and elongated, and leg bones twisted and skewed.

Sensing the opponent’s strength, Li Cheng’s expression turned solemn as he stood sideways in the middle of the corridor, his right hand lightly swirling a sword flower, orienting the straight, upright, and imposing Spine Sword diagonally towards the floor in front.

He slightly lifted his left hand, donning a pair of gloves made of fine metal rings taken out from the Backpack.

Prepared, Li Cheng’s cold eyes under the round-framed sunglasses stared dead ahead, his hand waving slightly to his companion with a serious yet calm tone, "Take little Feng and his family and retreat from the villa."

Considering the blood corpse’s state, it was highly doubtful that it had any conscious awareness, let alone recognizing its relatives from its life with shriveled eyeballs.

Even if it could recognize them, Li Cheng wouldn’t gamble—Who knows what kind of powers the so-called "Supreme Cave Destiny Changing Scripture" could endow a Resurrected Corpse with, maybe "each relative devoured increases its Strength by one unit".

Bai Zhi also thought of this and pulled the dazed Little Feng and his wife and children to run towards the back of the corridor.

"Ow—"

Seemingly sensing its target escaping, the blood corpse dropped the nanny’s head, its body leaning forward and rushing forward wrapped in a gust of wind. Its speed was so fast that it almost turned into a blur in the sightline.

Li Cheng, standing sideways, felt his heart skip a beat. He pointed the toes of his right foot towards the ground, retreating to create distance and buying himself reaction time. His palm tightened around the handle, flicking upwards. The sharp blade, covered with a hint of cold light, slashed at the blood corpse’s extended claws.

Clang—