The two of them were filled with horror, while the zombie let out a low growl. A black-red tongue of flame suddenly shot from its body.
The flame was bizarre to the extreme. It hissed and spat as it burned against the ice, and the ice actually began to show signs of gradually melting.
Zhang Yi's mouth fell open even wider. The flame looked vaguely familiar, very much like the pure yang core fire of a Core Condensation cultivator, yet it seemed to have been tainted by something, gaining an added trace of sinister energy. Its power, however, appeared even greater, for it could actually melt his far-north frigid ice.
This was no ordinary Corpse King!
Could it be a monster that had mutated?
At this thought, retreat had already appeared in Zhang Yi's eyes. But just then, from the Corpse King's mouth came a shrill howl like mountains toppling and seas overturning.
Sound waves visible to the naked eye actually condensed together, turning into two great silver nets that dropped down separately toward him and Chen Yu.
"Not good!"
Zhang Yi's face changed drastically. He hurriedly offered up the Cyan Gourd, cast out an incantation gesture, and at once a gale roared to life. The wind spun, and countless wind blades shot from its center, meeting the great silver net head-on.
Chen Yu was weaker, so naturally she dared not be the least bit careless. Her jade-like face was grave as her hands flew up and down, and the Red Silk once again formed a sphere, wrapping around her.
A burst of explosive sounds rang out...
The silver net was shattered by the wind blades. Zhang Yi had only just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned around, his expression turning ugly