Corpse Recovery Diver

The Fat man stood with his remaining two subordinates in front of the Zhen Family people, ostensibly as protection.

At this moment, Shen Huaiyang released his hand from the ground and stood up, the barrier still intact.

He took a breath, raised his sword, and walked towards the six people.

He hadn't taken many steps when Zhen Xin suddenly clasped her hands together, and the two array flags at her side moved without wind.

Shen Huaiyang stepped into the array trap they had previously set up, which was originally prepared for the Fat man and his group.

The Fat man's mouth twitched, but he didn't get angry because he had already noticed it.

The pressure from all sides began to attack Shen Huaiyang, who thrust his sword into the ground and gave it a twist. A massive wave of energy swept around, and the compressed space couldn't withstand this force...

"Boom!"

The array exploded.

Zhen Xin's body trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Shen Huaiyang's hair was disheveled, his clothes in tatters; although he didn't vomit blood, his breath was turbulent, and he looked extremely haggard.

The method he chose succeeded in breaking the array, but it also injured himself since he too was in that narrow array trap previously.

Yet Shen Huaiyang did not choose to rest but instead raised his arms high and let out a howl.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

It was the sound of invisible giants landing, and images of demon beasts charged madly at the six.

Fat man: "Stop him!"

A fan appeared in the Fat man's hand. Holding it in his left hand while forming an orchid hand sign with his right, he constantly moved, blocking two demon beast images on his own, while his subordinates each blocked one.

Zhen Yue continued to use the array to pry the barrier, while Zhen Lang pulled out a piece of paper, palm-sized, shaped into armor and weapon.

As the paper self-ignited, invisible armor appeared on Zhen Yue, and a great sword materialized in his hand, slashing at a demon beast image.

The injured Zhen Xin forced herself to focus, taking out a similar piece of paper, even staining it with her fresh blood. As the paper ignited, armor also appeared on her, joining the battle.

At this time, although there were many demon beasts, they were all intercepted.

At this moment, the five of them felt a sense of absurdity, realizing that the opponent's move was not as strong as imagined, and they weren't having as hard a time as expected.

Zhao Yi: "Setting up a demon beast barrier but not using the demon beast images from the environment, instead summoning them with another skill, what do you call that?"

Li Zhiyuan: "It's called using a formula."

The Fat man moved, his palm sliding over the fan, soaking it with blood, waving left and right, pushing away two demon beast images. Making an orchid hand sign, his body fat rippled like waves as he maneuvered through a gap, gaining incredible speed and appearing directly in front of Shen Huaiyang.

The fan cut horizontally, releasing a sharp air like a sword straight towards Shen Huaiyang's forehead.

Zhao Yi: "This Fat man is decisive, afraid of death, cherishing life, yet dares to take the plunge at critical times."

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Zhao Yi: "Do you think, if I hadn't met you earlier, or didn't know you before, would I have been arranged like this Fat man? I feel, in the same circumstances, I wouldn't have done better than him."

Li Zhiyuan: "You wouldn't."

Zhao Yi: "Cough, hehe, so, you think highly of me?"

Li Zhiyuan: "If it were you, you would tell Shen Huaiyang he was at the wrong door and then make a run for it."

Zhao Yi: "..."

The sharp air gathered by the Fat man's fan successfully pierced Shen Huaiyang's forehead.

The Fat man was overjoyed, though many things still seemed inexplicable, at least at this moment, he was close to success.

Blood flowed from Shen Huaiyang's forehead as his body leaned back.

The Fat man pressed forward relentlessly, forcing himself to release more sharp energy, continuously enlarging the wound on Shen Huaiyang's forehead.

Shen Huaiyang pushed his hands forward, one palm invoking Taoist wind and thunder, the other hand a fist, fierce and gusty.

One punch, one palm, aiming to force the Fat man back.

The Fat man's bulky belly quickly caved, his balloon-like body instantly deflated, dodging the Tiger Fist deliberately, taking a palm hit instead.

He quickly realized that the opponent's Taoist skills were weak, and the non-Taoist magic techniques were stronger.

Indeed, though the palm struck the Fat man, with the sound of bones cracking, he remained intact at least.

Yet the missed Tiger Fist unleashed a terrifying Gang Qi ahead of the punch.

The Fat man endured excruciating pain, moving closer, biting his tongue to spit out essence blood onto the fan. The previously invisible sharp air showed a Blood Sword pattern, further piercing Shen Huaiyang's forehead.

Zhao Yi: "Using both Taoist and Yu Family cultivation techniques, Shen Huaiyang is panicked; could this guy really be killed by the Fat man's sword?"

The stone to test the waters came nearly killing a person, now that'd be funny.

In other scenarios, in the face of overwhelming power, the variation in moves becomes insignificant.

Just like when Run Sheng and the others faced that monkey, almost devolving into beastly brawling as moves had long lost their meaning, it was all about holding on.

But Shen Huaiyang was an exception, strong, yet in such an unusual way, strong, weak, strong, weak.

According to normal development, the Fat man, without understanding the principles, could actually have discovered Shen Huaiyang's weakness and could really kill him.

Zhao Yi: "This Fat man is quite a character, lacking only the broadening of his perspective and vision, but with a full heart. As a sign of respect, I think in this wave, there's a need to find a chance to take him down. What do you think, Brother Xiao Yuan?"