Chapter 155 - 93: Mishap
A pair of enormous, blood-red pupils locked onto Luo Qian, who was perched on Lin Yi’s shoulder!
The greed and longing in its gaze burned like a scorching fire.
It was like a rabid dog, starved for three days, suddenly laying eyes on a glistening piece of braised pork belly!
Saliva mixed with a foul, viscous fluid dripped from its gaping maw, hitting the ground with a corrosive SIZZLE.
The next moment, a violent gust of wind erupted! The Corpse General’s massive body burst forward with terrifying speed that completely defied its size, leaving only an afterimage in its place.
Wreathed in a foul wind and the stench of death, it let out a shriek that tore through the air as it once again lunged brazenly at Lin Yi—
or rather, at the Luo Qian on his shoulder!
"Damn it!"
Lin Yi swore, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes!
Without a moment’s hesitation, he once again channeled the Heart-fire Spiritual Essence within him.
However, when the Corpse General faced another eruption of the Heart-fire Spiritual Essence that made its very soul tremble...
...the look of fear on its terrifying, tusked face appeared for only an instant before vanishing without a trace.
The crimson in its eyes did not fade. Instead, spurred by the aura emanating from Luo Qian, it grew even more feverish, more ravenous!
Its greed had completely overwhelmed its fear!
’This is bad!’
Lin Yi’s heart sank, and a chill shot straight up his spine.
’The ghostly thing inside Luo Qian... it has such a fatal, natural allure for utterly yin creatures like this undead monster?!’
’He’s practically a fatal lure!’
"This thing is after me! Lin Yi, get out of here! Don’t worry about me!!"
Just then, Luo Qian, tormented by both the freezing chill and his own terror, summoned a shocking burst of strength from deep within!
He wrenched himself free from Lin Yi’s iron grip. Though his body stumbled, he unhesitatingly spread his arms wide, resolutely planting himself between Lin Yi and the Corpse General!
He even stumbled forward, deliberately charging toward the encroaching shadow of death!
He was trying to buy Lin Yi a chance to live—with his own life!
"Luo Qian! Are you crazy?! Come back!"
Lin Yi’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, his entire body trembling with rage and terror. He lunged forward, trying to grab Luo Qian’s sleeve.
But it was too late!
The Corpse General moved faster than the eye could follow!
BOOM!
A dull, heavy crash, like something massive striking the earth!
A massive shockwave erupted, accompanied by a hurricane of foul stench!
Lin Yi felt an unstoppable force slam into him, sending him flying like a kite with a severed string. He crashed hard against a tree trunk dozens of feet away. The impact rattled him so violently that it felt like his organs had been rearranged, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood as a sweet, coppery taste filled his throat.
He struggled to lift his head.
The sight before him made his blood run cold.
The terrifying, ten-foot-tall Corpse General was crouched on the ground in a posture of absolute dominance, its massive shadow completely swallowing Luo Qian’s body. All Lin Yi could see was its back, which radiated a malevolent aura.
The Corpse General’s monstrous head was bowed, and its fangs, glinting with a cold light, seemed to have already sunk deep into Luo Qian’s neck...
"LUO QIAN!!!"
In that instant, Lin Yi felt a wave of fury erupt from the depths of his heart, rushing to his head like a volcanic explosion.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
’Luo Qian!’
’One of the few friends he could truly connect with in this cold world... was dead?’
’Torn to shreds by this monster, right before his very eyes?’
"AHHH!!!"
Lin Yi completely snapped.
He let out a heart-wrenching roar, like that of a wounded, cornered wolf!
’Break!’
He roared in his mind.
CRACK!
A distinctly audible crack echoed as several fissures split open across his heart.
BOOM!
The Heart-fire Spiritual Essence contained within his heart, as if it had lost its restraints, came pouring out in an instant.
It ignited Lin Yi’s Qi and Blood, ignited his meridians, and even ignited his very soul!
The violent power of the flames engulfed his body, turning him into a living torch!
The Owl Dragon Spear in his hand erupted with an unprecedented, brilliant light. Its shaft glowed red-hot like a branding iron, and the flame at its tip condensed until it was almost solid, pulsing unstably as it radiated an aura capable of incinerating all existence!
Lin Yi had a feeling that if this flaming spear could pierce the Corpse General, it would undoubtedly burn the monster to a crisp.
These were the same flames that could even incinerate the master of Wangwu Mountain; they were a natural counter to such creatures of darkness and evil!
Just as Lin Yi gathered all his strength, preparing to thrust his spear forward...
Suddenly...
"Cough, cough, cough... L-Lin... you bastard... hurry up and give me a hand... It’s... it’s crushing me..."
It was Luo Qian’s voice!
The voice was like a thunderclap on a clear day, instantly shattering the furious killing intent in Lin Yi’s mind!
He froze completely.
The Owl Dragon Spear, raised high, hung suspended in mid-air.
The crimson flame at its tip flickered, its light reflecting in his bloodshot, astonished eyes.
"Luo?! Y-you’re not dead?!"
𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Lin Yi’s voice trembled violently with excitement and disbelief.
Luo Qian wasn’t dead!
Lin Yi instantly calmed down.
His killing intent receded like an ebbing tide as reason regained control.
He realized at once that any attack right now could provoke the Corpse General and endanger Luo Qian, who was still trapped underneath it!
Lin Yi gripped the still-scalding Owl Dragon Spear. The flame at its tip flickered gently, its violent rage now gone.
Holding his breath like the most cautious of hunters, he began to move, slowly circling the massive Corpse General. His sharp gaze tried to pierce the obstruction of its enormous frame, to get a clear look at the scene beneath it.
The force of the Corpse General’s pounce had been terrifying. Its massive body had completely covered Luo Qian, and that, combined with the sight of its fangs descending toward his friend’s neck, had led Lin Yi to believe that Luo Qian had suffered a gruesome death.