Half-Step Human Master! Witch Mark, Witchcraft!

Lin Fan's face was calm.

He watched the countless claws rushing towards him.

His aura flowed, gathering around his body.

Accompanied by his strong physique.

Bang bang!

He flicked his legs a few times, and everywhere they landed.

The corpses exploded, slamming into the trees, causing them to fall.

Lin Fan handled it with ease, as if plucking something from his pocket.

"This..."

The masked man exclaimed in surprise.

This kid is truly strange.

Not only could the Chaos Spirit Mist not corrupt his mind.

Even my formations couldn't do anything to him.

His physique is also excessively tough.

Clang.

A sounds of fighting came from not far away.

The friction of weapons clashing.

Daoist Priest Qian He blocked the fierce assault.

He warned, "Everyone be careful, these corpses have all been enhanced by High Grade power. The black lines covering their bodies are the Witch Marks controlling them.

To make them stop, you must channel your spells or aura along the Witch Marks, precisely covering and erasing them to break the caster's control.

But in the current situation, such precision is impossible. Everyone work together and take down this masked man."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Master Yixiu, for a moment.

Tried to break free from the encirclement.

"You talk too much!"

The masked man's eyes turned cold.

He channeled his aura, and the Witch Marks on the corpses began to glow faintly.

Suddenly, three corpses from Daoist Priest Qian He's side.

And a few corpses kicked over by Lin Fan surged forward.

They formed a triangular pincer, surrounding Daoist Priest Qian He and the others.

The assault became increasingly frenzied.

The force seemed to have increased significantly.

Seeing Daoist Priest Qian He struggling to defend.

The masked man's lips curved upwards as he sneered and stood up.

Just as he was distracted.

Lin Fan's sharp sword had already reached the masked man.

The fierce sword energy slashed down like a destructive force.

Ping!

As the sword fell, a corpse suddenly appeared.

Blocking in front of the masked man, its arms crossed.

It timely caught Lin Fan's descending sword.

The power was immense, perhaps too much.

The corpse's feet were shaken, sinking slightly into the ground.

"You really think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'd give you such an opportunity? Get lost!"

The masked man shouted sternly.

He then channeled his aura.

Raising a finger as if pointing to a Witch Altar, he uttered a command.

The Witch Marks covering three corpses glowed faintly.

They seemed to shine much brighter than the previous ones.

Following a series of creaking, bone-chilling sounds.

The corpses, which had their eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Greenish-blue blood vessels filled his eyes.

The corpses, whether their legs or arms, had bulging veins.

As if strengthened several times over, they instantly turned ferocious.

After a wave of rampaging energy, they suddenly folded their arms.

Raising their sharp claws high, they all lunged toward Lin Fan.

"This is bad!"

Daoist Priest Qian He's heart leaped at the sight.

One person against three, how was that possible?

How could he possibly resist, that wasn't just one or two.

Lin Fan stood his ground, slowly sheathing his Peachwood Sword.

The crowd behind him was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the person before them.

"Senior Disciple Brother, hurry and dodge!"

Jia Le shouted anxiously.

What was Senior Disciple Brother trying to do?

Was he crazy?

The corpses were already coming!

A Dong stared at the several corpses before him, his pupils widening immensely.

His mind was already trembling, beyond his control.

Why wasn't Senior Disciple Brother dodging?

He even sheathed his sword, was he tired of living?

"Lin Fan, what's wrong? Hurry and get away!"

Qingqing shrieked.

Following her cry, more shouts erupted simultaneously.

Suddenly, a thick aura instantly spread out.

Lin Fan's Qi Men energy erupted from within his body.

"Wind Rope!"

A command spell was uttered.

His palm swept through the air, gathering invisible wind into his palm.

Countless threads of wind transformed into fine lines, following Lin Fan's palm as he struck down.

Accompanied by a dense, pure aura, they spread out one by one.

Perfectly covering the Witch Marks on all the corpses.

Binding the corpses like cocoons, instantly rendering them immobile.

Plop.

A puff of black smoke dispersed, accompanied by the infusion and coverage of the aura.

The Witch Marks gradually dissipated, and the corpses, one after another, collapsed limply to the ground.

The six corpses beside Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

And the three corpses before Lin Fan, all had their Witch Mark enhancements removed without exception.

Only one was an exception. It was the corpse that, as Jia Le had said.

Looked refined and unlike a soldier.

It seemed unaffected by the Wind Rope.

It was merely bound and unable to move, its Witch Mark showing no sign of receding.

Daoist Priest Qian He watched the collapsing corpses.

His Magic Tool remained poised in his hand for a long time, his face filled with astonishment.

What was I just thinking?

One person against three, Witch Mark-enhanced corpses.

Impossible?

This is...

How did Lin Fan manage it!

That Qi Men energy that spread out just now.

Was clearly subtly superior to this masked person.

How many more trump cards did he have hidden, that he hadn't revealed?

He looked at the masked man before him.

Recalling all the events that had transpired.

Daoist Priest Qian He couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

If he had insisted on keeping his disciples and himself behind tonight.

He feared a catastrophe would have already occurred.

The masked man concentrated, scanning his surroundings.

He looked at the corpses falling one after another.

A sense of doubt arose within him.

It was truly strange, what other tricks did this brat have up his sleeve?

And that strange qi that had just spread out.

What was that all about?

It had faintly made him feel like he was at a slight disadvantage.

Impossible! It must be an illusion.

He had to deal with this brat first, to prevent further trouble.

He then spoke with disdain, "Do you all think this is the end of it? What a huge joke. We have plenty of these good-for-nothings. If they're gone, just throw them out like trash. You're not worthy of fighting me. Let me show you what a true Top-grade Puppet is!"

As his voice fell.

The masked man's aura erupted!

The rampant aura stirred up gusts of strong wind.

Lin Fan seemed to be disturbed by it.

The trees began to sway.

Master Yixiu exclaimed, "Be careful! I didn't expect him to be at the peak of Xiantian Realm ninth heaven, already reaching the realm of a half-step Human Master."

Sensing the aura of the person before him.

"Truly the peak of Xiantian Realm ninth heaven!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes.

His brow furrowed, and he became cautious.

Suddenly, the masked man shook his wrist.

A wisp of aura was injected into the Top-grade Puppet.

The Witch Mark faintly lit up, with a black and red halo.

It began to tremble, more and more intensely.

Accompanied by the increasingly violent tremors.

With a snap, the Wind Rope was forcibly broken!

The Top-grade Puppet clenched its fist.

Infused with a dense aura.

Like lightning, it shot out.

A single punch aimed directly at Lin Fan!