Facing a powerful Corpse Wight that specialized in killing Foundation Establishment cultivators, with a historically verifiable battle record and a ninety percent win rate, he needed even more to measure the other party's true combat strength, lest he make a misjudgment.
Of course, if he could kill it outright, that would be the best result.
This meant that in this Underground Ruin, aside from the Six-Eyed Corpse Infant, he could ensure his own safety. Those restrictions and formations that had already been explored could not affect him at all.
Intelligence Yu—online!
"Gulululu—"
Corpse Wights possessed a cunning and cruel nature. They would kill any living creature they encountered, and this nature was the true color of a demon.
Toying with the heads of its prey was a pastime it had gradually developed over the long years to while away time, utterly meaningless.
Yet it never seemed to tire of it, endlessly spinning the skull with its fingertips while letting out gurgles of unclear meaning, completely immersed in its own world.
At one instant when the skull stopped spinning.
The Corpse Wight's bright yellow vertical pupils abruptly looked toward one direction. Its broad palm exerted a gentle force, and the skull it had played with until it shone with oil collapsed instantly into fragments.
It had smelled the meaty fragrance of prey.
Its figure, covered in black fur like a terrifying man-ape, swiftly vanished from where it stood. The Corpse Wight made no sound at all; even the wind stirred up by its movement had fallen silent.
It saw him.
A man dressed in a black robe was leaning against a broken wall, and the rich fragrance was coming from him.
It retreated into the darkness, circled around, and arrived soundlessly behind the broken wall. Its sharp claws pierced through the