Half-Step Human Master! Witch Marks, Witchcraft!

Lin Fan's face was calm.

He watched countless sharp claws come rushing toward him.

His energy circulated, gathering throughout his body.

Accompanied by his powerful physique.

Bang, bang!

He swung out several kicks, and wherever they landed,

the corpses were blasted away, crashing into the trees one after another.

Lin Fan dealt with them lightly, as easily as reaching into a bag for an object.

"This..."

The masked man exclaimed in astonishment.

This kid really was strange.

Not only could the Chaos Spirit Mist not erode his mind,

even my formation was unable to do anything to him.

His physique was absurdly powerful as well.

Clang.

The sound of a fight came from not far away.

The scraping clash of sharp weapons rang out.

Daoist Priest Qian He fended off the fierce attacks.

He reminded them, "Everyone, be careful. These corpses have all been strengthened by countless spells. The black threads covering their bodies are the Witch Marks controlling them.

"If you want to make them stop, you must channel magic or energy along the Witch Marks and precisely cover and erase them. Only then can the caster's control be lifted.

"But given the current situation, that level of precision is impossible. Everyone, work together and take down this masked man."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Master Yixiu met up.

They wanted to break out of the encirclement.

"You talk too much!"

The masked man's eyes turned cold.

He circulated his energy, and the Witch Marks on the corpses began to glow faintly.

Suddenly, the three corpses on Daoist Priest Qian He's side,

along with several corpses Lin Fan had kicked down, surged forward.

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

Their attacks became increasingly frenzied.

Their strength seemed to have increased considerably as well.

Seeing that Daoist Priest Qian He was barely holding out,

the masked man curled his lips into a sneer.

Just as he became distracted,

Lin Fan's sword had silently arrived before the masked man.

The fierce sword qi cleaved down with overwhelming force.

Clang!

As the sword fell, a corpse suddenly appeared,

blocking the masked man. Its hands were crossed.

It caught Lin Fan's descending slash just in time.

The force was immense.

The corpse's feet were shaken partially into the ground.

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

The masked man shouted harshly.

Then he circulated his energy.

He raised two fingers in the Witch Seal, and with a command,

the Witch Marks covering the three corpses began to glow faintly.

They were even brighter than those on the corpses from before.

After a series of creaking bone sounds,

the corpses, which had kept their eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.

Blue-green blood vessels filled their eyes.

The veins on their legs and arms bulged.

They seemed to have been strengthened several times over, instantly becoming violent.

After a burst of rampaging energy,

they suddenly crossed their arms.

Their claws rose high as they all charged toward Lin Fan.

"Not good!"

Daoist Priest Qian He was startled upon seeing this.

How could one person face three corpses?

How was he supposed to block them? These weren't just one or two corpses.

Lin Fan stood where he was and slowly put away the Peachwood Sword.

The people behind him were dumbfounded, staring blankly at him.

"Senior Disciple Brother, get out of the way!"

Jia Le shouted anxiously.

What was Senior Disciple Brother trying to do?

Had he gone mad?

The corpses were already coming at him.

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

His mind had long since been shaken into a state of helpless terror.

Why wasn't Senior Disciple Brother dodging?

He had even put away his sword. Did he not want to live?

"Lin Fan, what's wrong with you? Get out of the way!"

Qingqing cried out.

As her shout rang out, followed by one cry after another,

a dense aura suddenly spread out.

Lin Fan's Qimen energy burst from his body.

"Wind Rope!"

As the command rang out,

his palm swept through the air, gathering invisible wind in his grasp.

Countless strands formed from wind followed the slap of Lin Fan's palm.

Accompanied by the dense, pure energy, they spread outward one after another.

They perfectly covered the Witch Marks on all the corpses.

The corpses were bound like silkworms in cocoons, instantly losing the ability to move.

Thud.

Black smoke billowed out as energy infused and covered them.

The Witch Marks gradually faded, and the corpses collapsed limply one after another.

The six corpses beside Daoist Priest Four-Eyes,

as well as the three corpses before Lin Fan, had all been freed from the strengthening of the witchcraft without exception.

There was only one exception. It was the corpse that Jia Le had mentioned,

the one with delicate features that did not look like a soldier.

It seemed unaffected by the Wind Rope.

Although it was wrapped up and unable to move, not even the slightest bit of its Witch Marks had faded.

Daoist Priest Qian He watched the corpses crash to the ground.

The Magic Tool in his hand remained suspended for a long while, his face filled with shock.

What was I thinking just now?

One person facing three corpses strengthened by witchcraft.

Impossible?

This was...

How had Lin Fan managed to do it?

That Qimen energy he had just released—

it was clearly faintly superior to the masked man's.

How many more trump cards was he hiding?

Looking at the masked man before him,

then recalling everything that had happened,

Daoist Priest Qian He felt a lingering fear.

If he had stubbornly insisted on staying behind with his disciples tonight,

a great disaster would likely have already occurred.

The masked man concentrated as he looked around.

Seeing the corpses fall one after another,

he could not help feeling puzzled.

This was truly strange. What other strange trick did this kid have?

And that Qimen energy he had just released—

what was that about?

It had actually made even me faintly feel that he was slightly superior.

Impossible! It must have been an illusion.

I must deal with this kid first, lest anything else go wrong.

Then he spoke disdainfully: "Do you think this is over? What a tremendous joke. I have as many of these useless things as I want. Once they're gone, I can simply throw them away like trash. If you want to fight me, you're still far from qualified. I'll let you see what a true Top-grade Puppet is!"

As his voice fell,

the masked man's energy burst forth!

The rampaging aura stirred up powerful winds.

The night forest seemed to have been disturbed.

The trees immediately began to sway.

Master Yixiu said in surprise, "Be careful! I didn't expect him to be at the peak of the ninth layer of the Innate Realm. He has already reached the Half-Step Human Master realm."

Feeling the aura of the person before him,

"It really is the peak of the ninth layer of the Innate Realm!"

A trace of surprise flashed through Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he became cautious.

Suddenly, the masked man shook his wrist.

A strand of energy flowed into the Top-grade Puppet.

The Witch Marks began to glow with a black-and-red radiance.

It trembled, growing increasingly violent.

As the trembling intensified,

with a sudden crack, the Wind Rope was forcibly broken apart.

The Top-grade Puppet clenched one hand into a fist.

Mixed with dense energy,

it shot forward like lightning.

Its fist came straight at Lin Fan!