BANG!!!
A violent collision erupted, and a vast surge of eerie power swept through the surrounding space. Space twisted under its force, while the ground cracked one fissure after another, spreading in every direction.
Daoist Fushou's figure was sent flying backward,
After sliding dozens of yards, he crashed into the ruins of several collapsed houses like a cannonball.
For a moment, splintered wood and shattered bricks flew everywhere as air currents wrapped in dust swept outward,
Daoist Fushou's figure finally came to a stop.
One arm had been twisted into a grotesque shape, hanging limply at his side.
"Cough, cough! That damned madman!"
After coughing a few times, his face pale, Daoist Fushou looked toward Undying King Qin, who was attacking wildly in every direction across the battlefield, and cursed.
That madman didn't care about anything. Wherever his fancy took him, that was where he struck.
The other three had all been attacked by that madman!
And what was even more disgusting was—
That fellow simply couldn't die!
Just moments ago,
The three of them had reached an understanding,
And attacked him together, cutting off his head and blasting his body into minced meat.
Yet before even a breath had passed,
He had revived right where he was,
As if nothing had happened.
"How can something as disgusting as the Death Substitute Anomaly exist in this world?!"
"And it's even activated its Anomaly Domain and fallen into dead silence, allowing that fellow to use his eerie powers at almost no cost!"
At that moment,
Even Daoist Fushou, who had sealed himself inside a coffin for years and whose state of mind had long been tempered until Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression, couldn't help feeling like cursing someone out inside.
He had seen resurrection abilities in