The other Primordial Spirit Realm corpse-ghouls hadn't encountered such serious trouble. After Pig Seven and the others fought fiercely until they could no longer hold their ground, they were doing everything they could to flee.
"Where do you think you're going?" Pig Seven chuckled. The rake in his hands blurred into countless afterimages as he drove the rat-headed corpse-ghoul steadily backward.
The rat-headed corpse-ghoul was quick to react. Seeing that it couldn't easily escape, it took a rake strike and sprang backward. Pig Seven and the others pursued without haste.
Chi Min, Lion Yu, and Lion Peng were relatively cautious, while Pig Seven was much bolder. It wasn't that he was truly reckless; he had sensed the fluctuations of Nine Nether Weak Water in the direction the enemy was fleeing. Even if the corpse-ghoul hadn't run that way, Pig Seven had intended to investigate.
"So it really is Nine Nether Weak Water." After chasing for a while, Pig Seven spotted a black lake several thousand li across. The smooth, mirrorlike surface and the eerie aura rippling across it stirred a deep sense of familiarity in him.
An uncanny force of space held the small lake aloft, but it was clear that the barriers formed by that force had already been penetrated through most of their extent. If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before the lake's existence collapsed completely.
There was no life around the small lake. The ancient trees, some hundreds of zhang in diameter, and the lush, vigorous vines had vanished without a trace.
As for the rat-headed corpse-ghoul that had fled, by the time it noticed the Nine Nether Weak Water, it was too late. A tremendous force was dragging it in. It was still some distance from the lake, however, and could withstand the pull