Fierce Enemy

Several hours later, Yan Chihuo compared what he knew with the Shadow Demon's memories and estimated that he was nearing the end of the passage. Just then, he heard a shrill, miserable cry from not far away.

Once the cry faded, a Zombie at the late Dao Foundation Stage appeared before him. Yan Chihuo inwardly groaned. Though he was also at the Dao Foundation Stage, he had barely ever used Zombie spells, much less studied them. As for this Zombie before him, who knew how many years it had dwelled here? Its application of spells was surely far beyond anything he could match.

He could only hope that, seeing he too was at the late Dao Foundation Stage, this Zombie would not dare provoke him lightly, allowing him to muddle through. Yet the moment the Zombie saw Yan Chihuo, it flew straight at him, its ten fingers viciously stabbing toward him.

Yan Chihuo silently cursed his bad luck. Why was this Zombie so belligerent? What he did not know was that ever since this Zombie had gained a trace of intelligence, it had not seen a single Dao Foundation Stage ghostly creature in this passage for over ten thousand years. It had long regarded the passage as its own territory. Now that Yan Chihuo had intruded, it assumed he had come to vie for the position of overlord here.

Yan Chihuo shifted sideways and hurriedly dodged, then struck back with a claw. Where his fingers touched, he found only incomparable hardness. Not only had he failed to harm it in the slightest, the impact even left his fingers faintly aching.

Yan Chihuo was horrified. Knowing this Zombie's entire body was incomparably hard, he could not stop groaning inwardly. Yet he reacted swiftly, sending a current of frigid Nether Qi into