The Demon with Holy Radiance

Although this was the second time Yang An had heard Zhi Ying’s voice, he still couldn’t tell for a moment if it was a woman or a baby speaking.

"Go on, and don’t worry."

Yang An couldn’t be bothered to explain. The members of the Scripture Defector Association were still too weak and needed more time. They couldn’t fight a Zombie God right now.

’If they stayed, they might become a burden to him.’

’What if that Zombie God took the members of the Scripture Defector Association hostage to threaten him, and he accidentally wiped them all out along with the enemy? How would he explain that to the Workshop Master?’

’So it was better for them to stay far away. Better for him, better for everyone.’

Seeing how resolute Yang An was, the group departed swiftly in the opposite direction without another word.

Wen Yin hesitated for a moment before following the others.

Wen Hong and his men gave chase, finally stopping before Yang An.

He was none other than the new State Lord of Chongwen State.

He watched as the group of sneaky, masked figures fled, leaving only one person behind.

"After them! Don’t let a single one get away!"

His Corpse Transformations swarmed past Yang An on both sides, chasing after the departing members of the Scripture Defector Association.

Yang An did not intervene, choosing instead to watch from the sidelines.

’If the Scripture Defector Association can’t even handle these Corpse Transformations, then they’re not qualified to work with me at all.’

"Some days ago, members of my Golden Soul Sect were stationed here. They were killed. Was that your doing?"

Wen Hong stared at Yang An from a hundred meters away, sizing him up as he spoke.

’Early Stage of Zombie God. No wonder he had the guts to stay behind.’

’Still, his Cultivation Level is a notch below mine. I’m at the Middle Stage of Zombie God.’

"Perhaps."

Yang An gave an ambiguous response.

"You dared to attack people from my Golden Soul Sect. Instead of running, you came back? Why?"

Wen Hong narrowed his eyes, killing intent glinting within them.

"Why do you think?"

A slow smile spread across Yang An’s face beneath his mask.

"Since I’ve found you, you can stay right here!"

"Since I’ve found you, you can stay right here!"

The two of them had spoken the exact same words at almost the exact same time.

At the same moment, Wen Hong’s figure blurred into a black shadow and shot toward Yang An.

"Die!"

He looked as if he were carrying a giant black shadow on his back. A powerful force erupted from behind him, instantly accelerating him to his top speed. With every muscle in his body tensed, he appeared before Yang An in a flash.

’So this guy practices a Body Refining Technique too!’

A look of keen interest appeared on Yang An’s face as he slammed his fists together.

Drumming Technique!

In an instant, several complex, mirror-like Curse Seals materialized in all directions, with Yang An at their center.

Yang An’s body suddenly swelled in size as he punched the Curse Seal in front of him.

The instant Wen Hong appeared before Yang An, even before he could touch him, an invisible, terrifying force rushed to meet him.

He was so close that the force of the blow passed straight through his body and pierced the giant black shadow on his back.

This was the very Ultimate Skill that had made him famous. It looked like a Technique but was in fact a Body Refining Technique that integrated both offense and defense, and it was called the Black Blood Sac.

With it, he had absorbed and stored the Physical Power of countless Cultivators for his own use.

Even those with the same Cultivation Level would find it nearly impossible to defeat him in close combat.

But as the power erupting from the Curse Seal passed through his body, he was suddenly hit with a suffocating feeling. The Black Blood Sac on his body was instantly and severely distorted by the impact.

Wen Hong’s expression changed dramatically.