Soul Shattering Finger fired nonstop like a machine gun.
This secret art was only second-rank and had limited effect on the Thunder Spirit Corpse, but every hit still made it stagger a step or two, making it difficult for it to truly catch up to Wang Yu.
Correspondingly, Wang Yu's Divine Sense was being consumed at flying speed.
Earlier, when he had shifted outward from the cavern passage, the Mountain Searching Demon Finding Secret Art had already consumed no small amount. Now, using it frequently again, in less than fifteen minutes, it had bottomed out.
Fortunately, his powerful physique gradually dispelled the paralysis, and he regained his agility.
"Yin Fiend Corpse, Fiend Control Art!"
Driven by his thoughts, rolling moon fiend energy surged over in reflection, enveloping both Wang Yu and the Thunder Spirit Corpse. From time to time, lightning flashed explosively; from time to time, ice crystals flew and scattered.
Clearly, the two had once again closed to short range and entered the fiercest of melee slaughter. Rumbling, the clash of metal against metal, the ripping of cloth... all kinds of strange sounds showed its savagery.
Not long after.
Wang Yu shot backward out of the dense yin fiend fog like a sandbag, slamming headfirst into the rock wall and embedding himself in it. His whole body was tattered and ragged, covered everywhere in gashes clawed out by fingernails.
The corpse poison entered his body, but it was suppressed by his constitution and did not cause any further effect.
Pulling himself out of the rock wall, Wang Yu glanced at the dispirited fiend corpse, then took it back into the coffin again. This fellow had already been drained dry, and had also been blasted badly by lightning.
If it took a few more hits, he feared it would be